Compared to other beast-type monsters, hunting rank 4 ordinary walking corpses was the favorite of junior hunters. They would simply follow the body's instincts and use traps, lures and other skills to easily hunt them. Unlike other monsters, they had long cultivated a beast-like survival instinct. Even the weak Bone-Biter Rat knew how to avoid danger. It was difficult to capture them with ordinary traps.
However, if these ordinary undeads evolved into sickle undeads through a lot of food, their physical qualities would rise sharply. Their combat effectiveness would increase by leaps and bounds. They would be able to fight against intermediate hunters. Moreover, they would evolve a simple consciousness and would not be easily hunted by external forces.
Dean had previously seen sickle undeads in area no. 1. At this moment, he could distinguish at a glance that these were just ordinary undeads, so he dared to boldly trap and hunt them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows flew out one by one. His effective range was 100 meters. The height of 100 meters was actually the height of a twenty-four or five-story building. Most of the residential buildings were about four to five meters high, which was a normal specification.
At the moment, Dudian was standing at a commanding position. It was the top of a crumbling building that was seriously corroded by moss. It was about twenty floors high and about eighty meters from the ground. All the undeads that were attracted by the stones were within his effective range.
The arrows accurately hit the running undeads. Their movement trajectory was extremely easy to capture. After the previous high-intensity experience of shooting the black weaver, Dean felt a lot more relaxed when he shot these undeads. At least the prediction of their movements would not be too hard. It was easy to hit them.
The sharp arrows from above penetrated the undeads' head and nailed them to the ground.
Occasionally, there were arrows that penetrated the undeads' shoulder collarbone or pierced the face. The strong force drove the undeads' body away from the ground. The undeads that had no pain continued to climb up after falling and ran in the direction of the sound source.
Dean continued to pull out the arrows, shoot, pull out the arrows and shoot again.
The undeads fell one after another. Soon, the arrows in Dean's quiver were used up. He could not help but smile bitterly. Looking at more and more undeads gathered on the street, he immediately went to the other side of the building, grabbed some stones and threw them into the distance.
The stones fell on the adjacent street, and the sound of shattering was louder in the silent ruins. The undead's ears were particularly sensitive, and they immediately gathered there.
Dean took the opportunity to go downstairs. He coated his body with the undead powder that Glenn had given him. He went to the corpses on the ground and cut off their heads. He carried seven or eight heads and went back to the building. He found a corner and squatted down. He quickly cut open the heads and found the cold crystals inside. He collected them.
After all the eight heads were cut off, Dean ran out and continued to cut off the heads of the remaining undeads. He secretly dissected them in the corner.
After repeating this process three times, Dean collected all the cold crystals in the brains of the Undeads he shot. At the same time, all the arrows he shot were recovered.
Dean didn't rush to continue hunting. Instead, he returned to the top of the building. He held one of the cold crystals, bit his finger and dripped blood on it. When the cold crystal came into contact with the warm blood, it was like ice coming into contact with extremely hot boiling water. The spot where the blood dripped rapidly sank and melted, turning into a silver-like transparent liquid.
Dudian continued to observe.
When the blood melted to the center of the cold crystal, it stopped. It seemed that the remaining temperature was insufficient. As time went by, the temperature of the blood had cooled down, but the cold crystal still maintained the appearance of melting. It was motionless and didn't freeze the blood in the pit into ice.
Dean was relieved to see this. But he suddenly thought that this was not enough. So he went back downstairs and collected the blood of the Undeads. He took out another cold crystal and dripped the blood on it. However, the undead's blood didn't show any signs of melting. Instead, it fell on the cold crystal and was frozen into a dark red teardrop before it fell to the bottom of the cold crystal.
Dean was relieved: "My blood has been changed by the magic mark. The cold crystal can't erode my blood. It means that I should be able to directly absorb the cold crystal."
He held the cold crystal and wanted to absorb it directly. But there was still a trace of hesitation in his heart. Although he was very clear that he was at least 90% sure of his speculation, there was still a trace of fear for the unknown cold crystal. Moreover, he knew that any experiment needed to be tested repeatedly. Only if the experiment was stable for a long period could it be regarded as a success. He was not sure if there would be any sequelae or side effects if he absorbed too much cold crystal. After all, the cold crystal was too strange.
After thinking for a moment, he finally gave up the impulse to absorb the cold crystal. After all, he only had one life. It was better to be cautious.
Dean put the cold crystal into his backpack. He grabbed the bow and arrows and continued to hunt the Undeads. He was ready to wait for his secret experiment to be completed. Then he would slowly study the secret of cold crystal so that he could make perfect use of it.
Time passed quickly.
Dean hunted all the way in area no 7. Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The number of cold crystals he had hunted was up to six hundred, which was equivalent to more than six hundred gold coins. In these two days, he occasionally encountered some big monsters. He hadn't seen the monster illustrated book so he couldn't identify the level of the monsters. He could only avoid them.
"I'll hand over half of these cold crystals and keep the other half. Maybe I'll build a secret base outside the giant wall." Dean thought in his heart while hunting.
Suddenly …
A familiar smell floated into his nose.
Dean was startled. A graceful figure suddenly appeared in his mind: "It's her!"
He would never mistake this smell. It was the bloody swordsman Linda who had almost injured him!
"About thirty miles ahead … Is she also hunting in area no 7?" Dean's eyes flashed. He suddenly remembered that area no 7 was the focus of consortium's cleaning. It didn't seem strange for Linda to be here. His face couldn't help but change as thoughts flashed in his mind.
The so-called 'enemies on a narrow road' flashed in Dean's mind when they first met at the scavenger headquarters. His heart was filled with killing intent. But at the same time, there was a voice in his mind: "It was just a verbal conflict. There is no need to escalate to the point of killing. After such a long time, perhaps she has already forgotten about me. Even if she remembered, it would only create a little trouble for me."
However, another idea emerged in his mind: "This is outside the giant wall. Even if I kill her, no one will know. Moreover, she is not protected by the law inside the giant wall. Even if people know, there is no way to convict me. Even if I kill her, no one will know. Instead, I won't encounter any trouble in the future. Although she is an intermediate hunter, but it's better to strike first and gain the upper hand."
"Killing … is still too ruthless."
"If I kill her, no one will see."
Dean suddenly thought of the hunter who had forced him into a desperate situation. Now he already knew the identity of the hunter. His name was Byrne, the younger brother of that woman. For a time, his heart was hesitating, but suddenly became firm: "She will never give up. This time I am in the training camp, so there is no way to deal with me. Once I leave the training camp, she will definitely find ways to plot against me!"
"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!"
"The people who have offended must be dealt with cleanly, thoroughly!"
Dean looked at the scar on his right hand. His soft heart suddenly hardened.
He clenched the bow and looked at the big bag of cold crystals in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth. He took out a cold crystal and cut his palm. Blood seeped out and stained the cold crystal in his palm.
Suddenly, the cold feeling poured into his body through his palm. It seemed to enter all the meridians in his body.
"With my current strength, even if it is an ambush, it will be very difficult to kill her. I only hope that the speculation of the cold crystal is correct, but I can't absorb too much." Dean pursed his lips. He felt the cold crystal in his palm disappear little by little. His heart was getting more and more nervous.
After a while, until there was no abnormality in his body, he was a little relieved. He took out another cold crystal and carefully held it. He continued to absorb. Once his body felt uncomfortable, he would immediately stop.
"This is my only chance to fight back. It is a God-given opportunity!" Dean secretly said in his heart: "When the training is over, I will go outside the giant wall. At that time, I will let her knead me. Only by seizing this opportunity can I avoid future troubles! Cold crystal ah, don't make any trouble! " He could not help but secretly pray. This was a risky move, but if he did not take risks in the future when he came out of the training camp, the situation would be more difficult.
He would rather firmly grasp the opportunity in his own hands than let the opportunity fall into the hands of others and then passively fight back.
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