Chapter 232 Runaway Mage, Random Killing

Adjusting the focus, Qin Yu responded: "Help you find inspiration...don't move!"

Kaka~

Lazy, charming, with a teasing smile when sleepy.

The temptation to turn around and look back when looking down, the elegance when flicking the long hair.

The dexterity and naughtiness of the slender waist when it is tilted sideways, the raised white fat feet...

The oblique V curve formed by the legs and the rear axle.

Perfect!

If it wasn't for Auntie Cleaning who was still cleaning inside, Brother Yu would have devoted himself to art.

Dedicated to self-created 'linked' shooting.

After inserting the memory card into Shaman's notebook, Qin Yu pointed to the screen and said, "Look for yourself, maybe it can help you."

Sitting on the sofa with a notebook in her arms, Shaman quickly threw herself into it.

I often stare at a certain corner of a photo in a daze, sometimes scratch my head in distress, and sometimes laugh suddenly.

Taking out his mobile phone and sitting across from him, Qin Yu clicked on "Choice of Fate".

It was dark, and a big gun came online.

"panel."

Role: A big gun.

Race: Human.

Level: LV10.

Occupation: Mage.

Skill: Explosive Bomb.

Wealth: 1 gold, 20 silver and 15 copper.

Attributes:

Strength: 28.

Agility: 12.

Intelligence: 13.

Lucky: 4.

Possessed Items: Broken Wooden Staff,

Candles, broken hoe.

Look at the profession [Mage], and then look at the strength value as high as [28].

Brother Gun's brain was buzzing.

This point is not assigned by him himself, but automatically assigned by the game system.

Calculated based on 5 points per level, the automatic distribution plan should be 2/1/1/1.

It's just that the luck value needs to be increased by 1 point for every 5 points of attribute value.

So currently only 4 points.

He also wanted to change his profession to become a soldier, but the problem was that he had no choice!

As for the explosion rate of the game, don't mention it!

So far, Brother Gun has never seen anything except earning 1 gold coin.

At this time [A Big Gun] was standing in a desolate village.

This is the place where he was resurrected after a second, and it is also the so-called 'novice village. '

There is no choice for what Brother Gun said earlier, and this is the problem.

The only profession in the village is mage, there is no second choice!

Otherwise, it would be better than his current situation to just be a physical attack profession casually.

As for the nearest town to the village, it was 500 miles away.

It is necessary to pass through two canyons and climb over three barren mountains.

[A big gun] I tried it when I reached level 10.

Then, the system will give him two blows to the back of the head for free, 80 (ding)~80 (ding)

The third resurrection of [A Big Gun] changed its past, and submitted a full-time application to the mage who gave more breath than breath in the most determined tone.

The mage raised his black hand like a chicken paw, and muttered words.

A burst of blue light flashed, [A Big Gun] successfully completed the job change.

Then... the mage burped!

According to the instructions of the village chief, a pit was dug outside the village and the mage was buried.

The unexpected harvest of 2 copper coins is considered as his hard work fee.

The tattered robe worn by the mage has intricate patterns on it.

It must have been a high-end product when it was intact, but it is a pity that it is already in tatters.

[A big gun] I want to pull it out and try to see if there is any special effect.

But thinking that the whole village was staring at him, he felt that his life was more important than this beggar's robe.

This is all his experience in the game.

Now, [A Big Gun] decides to go out for training and improve his level as soon as possible.

I said hello to Xiaoqiang, the guard in front of the village gate, and walked seven or eight hundred meters forward.

A group of chickens with blood-red combs, curved and sharp beaks, shimmering with metallic luster, and steel-beaked chickens appeared not far away.

The moment they saw him, the chickens became restless.

A ground chicken suddenly flapped its wings, lowered its head, and raised its steel beak in a swooping posture.

Then the wings fluttered frequently and rushed towards him actively.

The eyes of the steel-beaked chickens that charged the most were all red, as if they had a sworn hatred against him.

"Fuck, isn't it necessary to arrest your wife and go back to lay eggs?"

[A big gun] Catch it forward with empty hands, and a hard broken wooden stick appears in the palm of your hand.

Grasp the stick that is slender in the middle, thicker as you go up, and the front end looks like a bunch of knots.

[A big gun] suddenly raised his hand and swung it down.

The round knob on the front end of the staff hit the comb of the steel-beaked range chicken, and it was a blow!

A bloody arrow spurted out, and the ground chicken fell to the ground with a 'clack cluck', twitching and not moving.

28 points of strength, plus the hardness of a broken wooden staff.

Killing chickens is like entering and exiting no man's land.

[A big gun] The staff in his hand is like a group of demons dancing wildly, killing indiscriminately, leaving only chicken feathers flying around.

Around the feet are the carcasses of free range chickens.

When you squat down and see which one is still twitching, you will use your stick to relieve it!

"Everyone, see you tomorrow."

He skillfully untied the ropes on his shoulders, and tied up the carcasses of steel beaked chickens one by one.

Brother Gun just dragged the 'lying ground chicken' back to the village.

"These endless monsters, tui~" Xiaoqiang at the door spat out disgustedly when he saw the corpse dragging behind him.

Brother Gun is no stranger to this, the degree of freedom and reality of this game has exceeded his imagination.

So far, he still has little knowledge of the game.

But in terms of game realism, NPC intelligence and game exploration freedom.

If this game can be released, Brother Yu dares to say that all game companies on the market will go bankrupt.

What kind of fist, storm, goose factory, everything must be finished!

Unfortunately, so far, he is the only player in the game.

However, there are still three sleeping goddesses, waiting for his strategy and conquest!

"Village Chief, the monster projections outside the village have been cleaned up."

Brother Gun threw the carcass of the steel-billed free-range chicken at the gate of the village chief, and the village chief with a goatee pushed the door out.

"Well, you did a good job, your strength has improved again."

"It's far worse than the village head, what other tasks do you want to entrust to me?"

Brother Gun greeted the village chief with a smile, and took the cigarette in his hand.

Skillfully licked the edge of the cigarette paper with his tongue, sticking the cigarette well.

Brother Gun lit a cigarette on the village chief's fire, took a sip beautifully, and blew out smoke rings.

Although he doesn't smoke much in real life, he is already an old smoker in the game.

Hearing the prompt sound of +5+5 in the ear, [A Big Gun]'s smoking posture became more willful.

The upgrade method of this game is different from what he has known in the past.

The characters need to complete the tasks, and then get various rewards from the hands of NPCs.

Such as bread, cigarettes, herbs or other things. ;

These things occasionally provide special buffs when used.

But they all come with a unified feature, experience points!

After smoking a cigarette, Brother Gun found that he was only 20 experience points away from level 11.

Looking regretfully at the cigarette that had burned to the end of his buttocks, Brother Gun said in his heart, ‘It would be great if I could smoke two more puffs. '

Seeing him throwing away the butt, the village chief laughed and said, "You boy, you smoke the butt every time, aren't you afraid of burning your mouth?"

"It's a little hot, but I can't live up to the kindness of the village chief!" Brother Gun responded with a smile.

"Okay, don't say these are useless, don't you want a mission?"

The village head stood up and threw the remaining third of the cigarettes on the ground.

Then, under Brother Gun's distressed eyes, he crushed him vigorously with his toes.

Rolling paper, tobacco leaves and earth all come together.

"he tui~"

Brother Gun wisely chose to turn his head.

When the village chief returned to the house and came out again, he already had a parchment in his hand.

"Recently, five kilometers away to the south, a group of blood crows were found entrenched."

"If you can get rid of them, I invite you to dinner at home."

Brother Gun was waiting for these words, grabbed the parchment, turned around and left, "You should make your meal early and wait for me at home!"

Walking along the dusty dirt road to the destination, both sides are full of dry and cracked wasteland, no grass can grow!

500 years ago, demon gods invaded.

The three goddesses were sealed and fell into a deep sleep, and were imprisoned in the Temple of Destiny.

Demonic energy infects the earth, and monsters breed.

Since then, the land has become barren of grass, and only some large-scale gathering places, with the help of mages to improve the soil, can barely grow some crops that contain a small amount of magic energy.

Therefore, meat is the least valuable food nowadays.

On the contrary, grains like bread are more precious!

"I don't know what the village chief said about the large gathering place, and those human heroes..."

With the wisdom of the village head, the powerful aura faintly displayed.

To save the three goddesses of fate, there is a long way to go!

Arriving at the destination while thinking wildly, Gunge saw from a distance a group of blood crows entrenched among the branches of dead trees, which seemed to have strange branches growing on the trunk.

At the same time, Blood Raven's sharp eyes turned to him.

The indifference in his eyes first became suspicious, then suddenly turned into consternation, and then into anger of hatred.

"Quack, traitor, kill him!"

The black blood crows soared into the sky, forming a group of terrible clouds like before a storm, and swooped towards [a smoking gun] from above.