Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 127 Yodel!

"If the cry for help is real, then who is calling for help?"

"If they are neither human nor monsters, could it be that there are actually indigenous people in this world?"

“If they are indigenous people, why do they only seek help from themselves?”

"But how did the other party transmit the distress signal to my ears?"

Mo Lang explored his surroundings cautiously, with a big question mark in his little head.

Because as he explored, he found that this world of survival seemed far less simple than he had imagined.

It's not the so-called leveling up by killing monsters, there seems to be more unknown and mysterious things.

This made Mo Lang both excited and a little nervous.

The excitement is because every boy has a dream of adventure, and Bear Grylls satisfies people's desire to explore the unknown in the wild.

The reason for anxiety is that people are always afraid of unknown things.

But overall, Mo Lang asked himself, he was more excited, full of excitement to explore this unknown and mysterious world!

Now his base has been upgraded to level ten. If he wants to continue to upgrade the level, he will most likely have to clear the Trial Tower to obtain clues. With his current strength, he can't even clear the SSS level difficulty of a bond, let alone clear all levels of difficulty.

Therefore, he can only fight monsters and get magic balls every day to improve his strength. He already feels a bit bored. It's like playing a rubbish mobile game. Repeating the same thing every day will eventually make him feel bored.

New monsters and items appeared in the new map, which made him more excited and eager to explore.

Now an unknown race has appeared, which makes Mo Lang even more excited. It is like exploring and solving puzzles in a haunted house, which is both tense and exciting!

"But how can I find the other person?"

Mo Lang suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to go deeper into the twisted jungle.

But apart from the cries for help that came from time to time, there were no clues, which made Mo Lang a little confused.

"Master, Owen said there's a little guy asking for help!"

Just when Mo Lang was confused, Draven suddenly spoke to Mo Lang.

"!!!"

Hearing this, Mo Lang was completely shocked.

Because Ornn did not use any scrolls of wisdom, he only relied on instinct or followed his own orders to fight, but now the opponent suddenly communicated with Draven!

Of course, the time to worry about this is not now, but whether the cry for help that Ornn heard is the same as the cry for help that he heard.

But why doesn’t the other party communicate with you directly?

"Master, Ornn said that place is a little dangerous, so he doesn't want you to take risks. But he knows that guy's ancestors, and he will feel guilty for the rest of his life if he doesn't help him. But no matter what choice you make, he will respect and obey you!" Draven seemed to see Mo Lang's confusion and couldn't help but explain.

"Do you know the ancestors of the person who is asking for help?!"

Mo Lang was stunned. What the hell was going on?

But when I think about Ornn's background story, he is a demigod from the old times!
But he only knew a little bit of Ornn's background story, and he didn't read much of the details. After all, he was old, and when he played League of Legends, he only played ARAM to relieve stress, or played Spatula to hook up with the female Spatula, hehe.

He only knew a little bit about each hero's background story.

But the people Ornn knew were definitely very powerful, but this also made Mo Lang more certain that this Golden Shovel Survival World was not simple!
Perhaps, I will unlock a corner of the world of survival!

Mo Lang nodded excitedly and agreed immediately: "Your friends are my friends. We are all family. You can tell me anything you want to say!"

"Boss, can you really just say whatever you want to say?" Noxus No. 1 suddenly spoke up. "Of course."

"Then I think four stars is okay!"

"What the hell are you expecting with a three-mana card?" Draven said with disdain.

"Damn it, I'm your brother, you little brother!"

Draven: “…”

"Don't worry, if there is a chance, I will definitely improve everyone's strength, but as the monsters become stronger, I will tell you the truth, I will definitely improve the strength of the five-cost monsters first. I hope everyone understands." Mo Lang said.

Sett: "Love you, Master!"

Tam: "Gurgle!"

The other chess pieces also expressed their understanding. After all, the safety of their master is above all else!
This is the mission they are called to!
"Owen No. 1, since this is the descendant of your friend and you know where it is, then you can lead the way." Mo Lang said to Owen.

"Thank you, Master."

For some reason, Ornn, who clearly didn't use the Scroll of Wisdom, suddenly had a look of human gratitude in his eyes.

Even Mo Lang didn't notice this series of changes.

Because a lot of doubts arose in his mind again at this time.

A descendant of a friend of Orne's.

Then isn't it very likely that he is also the descendant of a demigod-level powerful person?

It would be much more interesting if there were indigenous people here, or if there were other friendly monsters and races besides the monster race.

It seems that the reason why I can hear that voice is probably because of Ornn.

I just don't know what race the other person is.

Soon, under the leadership of Ornn, after killing a twisted carnivorous plant, the other party's body disappeared, and a dwarf who looked like a goblin, who was in danger and covered in blood, appeared in front of Mo Lang.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Lang's eyes. He didn't expect that the other party was actually a goblin!
But when I think about it, it seems that goblins are also a kind of dwarfs. For example, the bond with the Golden Spatula is with the Yodles, who are also a kind of dwarfs. Could it be that the other party is a Yodle?
Because Ornn is a demigod-level blacksmith, and many dwarves are also good at forging and live underground all year round, they are often called goblins.

So does the land god belong to the goblins?

Mo Lang couldn't help but think about it and became distracted.

But when he saw the title above the goblin's head, Mo Lang discovered that the other party was a Yodel, which might be a name that was more in line with the background story of the Golden Spatula.

"Master, could you please use the Qi and Blood Recovery Scroll to heal it?" Ornn looked at Mo Lang with pleading eyes.

"of course can."

Mo Lang directly took out a low-level blood and qi recovery scroll and crushed it. As a green light floated out from the scroll, it slowly fell on the weak Yodel man, and the corroded wounds on his body immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the other party's breath and spirit became radiant, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

But when he saw Ornn, the Yordles suddenly stood up, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ornn.

"Thank you, Master Divine Craftsman, for saving my life!"

"Child, it wasn't me who saved you, it was my master."

Ornn helped the Yodel up, then looked at Mo Lang with respect and gratitude.

(End of this chapter)