"Cut~" Orphan in the Wudu showed a disdainful expression, "I''m toozy to be as knowledgeable as a child like you." After speaking, he walked to a big tree and tried to chop it with a giant solid wooden sword.


    The seemingly powerful blow fell on the big tree. The big tree didn''t move at all, but there was a gap in the wooden sword. Looking carefully, there were tiny cracks on the sword. ording to how Oliver in the Twist used it, it took less than half a day. You can break this wooden sword.


    The movement just now was a bit big, which attracted everyone''s attention. After they saw him cut down the tree, they walked towards Du Wei again with a sword in hand, "Is there any merchant in your vige who buys sundries?"


    Du Wei stared at the only thing in Orphan Twist''s hand—the wooden sword, "Yes, but if you want to sell this thing, I advise you to burn it as firewood."


    "Why? I don''t like the magical weapon I brought from another world? Don''t look at it''s useless look, it''s because it hasn''t integrated with thews of this world. When it ispatible with the environment here, I will Let me tell you, don''t be scared to pee your pants." Oliver Twist put on an imposing look.


    "I''m not afraid of peeing my pants, but I''m afraid you will make me pee my pantsughing." Du Wei imitated the other party''s appearance and replied with a pair of dead fish eyes.


    "Don''t be your loss!" Orphan Twist pouted and finished, then turned and walked to other npcs, and began to rmend his wooden sword to them one by one.


    Everyone had just gathered not far away, and they all heard the conversation between the two. At this moment, no one was willing to talk to Orphan of the Twist, and only regarded him as a fool.


    Turbo Duck chatted with all the npcs, and took several tasks to increase friendship, basically recruiting him to be a coolie to help repair the house or find various building materials.


    Turbo Duck is not the kind of life yer, and he is not interested in building houses and reiming wastnd.


    What''s more, there are no construction tools or logging tools here. Could it be that he is required to pluck the trees by hand, but if you think about it carefully, there are really games like this, but the audience is limited.


    In order to umte initial energy, Du Wei delivered the first wave of invitations to yers who are keen on adventure and death. Most of the people present had the same idea as Turbo Duck, and they basically didn''t talk to other npcs. assigned tasks.


    Turbo Duck ignored those life-rted tasks, thinking that the tasks that Du Wei exined should be the main line, and it involved fighting monsters.


    At first, Du Wei thought that Turbo Duck had gone to the edge of the forest to pick branches. When he realized it, Turbo Duck had gone deep into the forest and disappeared.


    Although it is just hunting a creature that is not ssified as a monster, such as a night rabbit, it is not easy to find a ce in the forest full of monsters.


    Inparison with the creatures on the Blue Star, the night rabbit''sbat power is equivalent to that of an Australian kangaroo. Although it eats grass, its upper body is muscr. When it encounters the lowest level monsters such as kobolds and goblins, it will not even have a trace of resistance. None, even untrained ordinary adults can easily knock them down with a few punches.


    However, most of the time, they will not actively attack humans, so they are not ssified as monsters.


    Although Du Wei needs to collect the emotional energy generated by the yers when they are frightened, he doesn''t want them to go to die alone and endure the mental stimtion beyond the limit, especially this well-known game division up master who made him ce high hopes.


    He originally intended for these yers who had just entered the game to form a team to challenge, but his words were interrupted by Orphan Twist many times, and he got confused and forgot about it.


    Turbo Duck only got the name Night Rabbit from Du Wei, and has no idea about its physical appearance. It just thinks that it is simr to ordinary online games, and the name will automatically pop up on the top of its head when it sees the target.


    As a result, when he entered the forest, he was embarrassed to find that the things here were not like the group of npcs in the vige. The name would be automatically disyed on the top of his head. A row of question marks and an unknown property prompt will be disyed.


    And many of these creatures are aggressive, even snails dare to spray water to nourish them. Seeing these guys, Turbo Duck feels a little ufortable. Even the nocturnal rabbits don’t know what they look like, so how should they hunt? Fortunately, Turbo Zeng Ya has a skill - climbing trees.


    When he came to the branch and looked down, he could observe farther away, but he still couldn''t solve the problem in front of him. Just when he was troubled by this, a gray-ck rabbit not far away attracted his attention. force.


    The rabbit didn''t notice the Turbo Duck, and was enjoying the pleasure of chewing the tender grass in its mouth. From the opening and closing of its mouth, it can be seen how happy it is at this time.


    Could this be the nocturnal rabbit?  Compared with the animal Turbo Duck just encountered, this rabbit is quite petite, and it seems that there is no challenge, but the novice mission is originally to let the yer get familiar with the game , How can you set up a particrly difficult monster for the yer to kill.


    Turbo Duck carefully raised his bow and arrow to aim at the rabbit. Turbo Duck, who had never shot an arrow in reality, just imitated what he saw on TV. Now he pulled the bowstring and realized that he had chosen the wrong weapon.


    The slightly trembling forearm can''t aim at all. Even if it is aimed at three points and one line ording to the gun training in military training, Turbo Duck is not sure whether this is also applicable to bows and arrows.


    You will never know the result just by guessing. Although the game is real, it still can''tpletely restore the reality. Maybe after the arrow flies out, it will identally hit the rabbit urately.


    Turbo Duck let go of the fingers holding the arrow feathers, and there was no sound of "嗖~" in his imagination, only the sound of "ton~" made by the twitch of the bowstring echoed softly in the forest.


    The rabbit stood up, stopped the movement of its mouth and looked at the Turbo Duck. The Turbo Duck couldn''t bear to look directly at the arrow that was hit by the bowstring and flew less than one meter away.


    He doesn''t know how to shoot arrows, he doesn''t even know how to press the end of the arrow on the bowstring. The arrow can fly this distance, thanks to the strength of the bowstring, when it rebounds, it happens to draw the end of the arrow.


    The movement just now caused amotion, and there seemed to be something big hidden in the grass behind the little rabbit, just about to move.


    Under Turbo Duck''s gaze, two 1.8-meter-tall long-eared ck rabbits standing on their hind legs emerged from the grass behind the little rabbits.


    Their quivering pecs, tight biceps, and angr twelve-pack abs all swear by the fury of the rabbits.