The Ashes Lake is not worthy of its name, and there is no ashes inside. The lake here is clear and peaceful. Under the noon sunshine, the forests and mountains in the distance form clear reflections, and together with the blue sky and white clouds, it combines into a beautiful and peaceful picture. This kind of scenery is already very rare on the earth. As long as it has beautiful scenery, it will inevitably be affected and even destroyed by humans. If there are no crossbows under your feet, Zhao Mai dares to say that this is the most beautiful lakeside he has ever seen.

He grabbed the car door with one hand and raised the other in the air to show that he had no weapons. His eyes looked around as quickly and carefully as possible, hoping to find who shot the arrow. Against the way the crossbow arrow came, a large cluster of dense bushes half a man high blocked his sight, and the woodland behind him was so dense that it was too light, and he found nothing.

The other party either hid it well or had changed its position. Zhao Mai shouted in the common language several times again, but no one responded to him. Although it would be safe to get back into the car, what is the difference between that and being trapped in the clouds by the devil?

After waiting for two more minutes, no crossbow arrows shot over, and no one came out to claim responsibility for the attack. Zhao Mai thought about it and felt that the possibility of being attacked again was relatively low. It was better to let go of his courage to do what he should do. So he took a deep breath, prayed for blessings from all the gods and Buddhas he knew in his heart, and then walked forward slowly, stepped over the corpse under the wheel, and stood on the clean ground.

The pebbles on the lakeside had long been washed away and round and smooth. When they stepped on it, they finally felt a little down-to-earth. Zhao Mai looked around and finally understood what creature the car had killed. There were not many creatures with wings and three heads, especially three different heads. This was undoubtedly a Chimera.

Chimera is not a specific creature, but a collective name for a type of creature. Any creature that is affected by the power of chaos, possesses magical abilities, and has more than three types of heads and traits is called Chimera. No two Chimera are the same, and the huge difference makes it difficult for them to produce stable offspring. However, this creature has a lifespan of thousands of years. After no need to worry about reproduction, Chimera has only one desire: to eat.

The power of chaos brings them a variety of elemental spraying abilities, and sometimes they also generously provide the ability to cast simple spells. Different heads can fire different spells, flames, strong acids, ice and lightning, which provides great help for predation. In addition to wild creatures, the vicious Chimera often attacks villages, so they are often at the forefront of the adventurer's hunting list. Unlike the dragon clan's colors and elements that can correspond, the chaotic Chimera can exert abilities has nothing to do with what form of head they have. This is very difficult for adventurers to deal with, so adventurers often have a delicious meal for Chimera.

The Chimera at Zhao Mai's feet was growing with the heads of sheep, lion and some kind of bird. It had just caught a wild boar not long ago and was about to feast on the lake. Zhao Mai's taxi landed right behind its neck, and its absolute strength brought huge impact, breaking its shoulders, and its entire upper body became a pool of mud. This was definitely a quick and painless death, leaving most of its wound-free body.

Looking at the dark green scales on Chimera's thick thighs, and then looking at the wild boar that had been bitten open. Zhao Mai shook his head, and it would be better to start eating from the food he was familiar with.

The crossbow arrow was still stuck on the ground, but at this time he could think of eating. Perhaps this is the most powerful gene inherited from the Chinese nation. Food is the most important thing for people, and every grain of food on the plate is hard. Zhao Mai knew that there was nothing to eat in his car, and there was nothing except two packs of emergency chocolate bars and a few bottles of mineral water. In addition, the originally planned breakfast chubby was shattered, so of course he had to find a way to solve the problem of eating and drinking first.

If you want to eat pork, you have to cut the pork and wash it clean. Zhao Mai didn't have a knife at hand, so he immediately put his mind on Chimera's sharp claws. Since the monster's upper body had been completely broken, he moved Chimera's right front paw to start cutting the left front paw. One front leg weighed more than fifty pounds, and it was very difficult to carry it on his shoulder. Holding it in his arms as a saw would consume even more physical strength. Only when the tip of the cut claw was light enough can it be used as a weapon.

"There is no food or clothing, and the enemy will come forward; there are no guns or cannons, the enemy will make us..." Zhao Mai sang while working, and nothing is more suitable for his current situation than guerrilla songs.

Although there is no Cao Cao in the other world, what you say will appear may be a quirk in every world. Zhao Mai swears that he has never relaxed his vigilance, but he still doesn't know how the sharp blade pressed on the back of his head leaned over.

"No malice, no malice." Zhao Mai slowly let go of the things in his hand and kept repeating it in his mouth. He was not panicked at all, knowing that his judgment was correct. The other party was holding a ranged weapon. Since he had not shot himself to death before, he was not a vicious robber and could still communicate.

Of course there are dangers in this, Zhao Mai knew it very well. If he landed in a big city, he would definitely not take risks. But in this wilderness, the situation is now the best.

The other party said a few words, and could not tell his age or even his gender according to his voice. Zhao Mai's common words were not good enough to understand his words, but he could understand the meaning of the sharp blade patting the side of his head. He turned slowly and finally knew who "captured" him.

This is a shriveled old man covered with camouflage. The fishing net-shaped cloak is covered with grass and trees. If he lies on the ground, it will be a bush. Zhao Mai often sees such old men in the park. Most of them are wielding chess or fishing rods. The old man in front of him has a peaceful and peaceful face, no different from the kind old man next door and the second uncle, but he is fully armed. In addition to the sharp sword he is holding smoothly in his hands, three spears and a heavy crossbow are on his back, and there are quivering boots and a row of tatter darts on his belt, and daggers are tied next to his leather boots.

"It's not good to speak." Zhao Mai pointed to his mouth, and then added "No malice." The old camouflage kept putting the dagger on Zhao Mai's neck, reached out and touched his whole body, making sure there were no hidden weapons, and then put the dagger away. He pointed to the car, then pointed to Zhao Mai, and said in a different tone, "No malice?"

Zhao Mai followed and repeated. In order to prove that he was truly intelligent, he pointed his finger at his chest, "Zhao Mai", he said.

The old camouflage man understood what Zhao Mai meant, but his mouth was clumsy and he could not make the sound of "Zhao". It always sounded like "old". If it was "old Zhao", it would be fine, but if it was "old mai", it would be wrong. Zhao Mai thought about it and changed his words to hide his real name.

This pronunciation is much simpler for the old man in camouflage. After a while, Zhao Mai knew the old man’s name: Carl Kowosa.
Chapter completed!