Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

The two decided to drive there.

"Alright, stop talking, I know everything."

This time, Chen Hao had already climbed the watchtower—inside was a deck chair he had made himself, and a wine glass he had somehow acquired.

When Ou Yun and Leng Ruolan told him they were going to patrol the mountains next door, Chen Hao leaned against the watchtower railing, holding a wine glass and swirling the Farmer's Three Fists inside, while giving an elegant reply.

"Go early and come back early."

"..."

The two of them found it quite amusing.

Why does this person act like he doesn't want anyone to bother him?

However, before leaving, Ou Yun thought it over again and again.

I still brought a gold supply box.

"See, you still can't bear to part with it."

Leng Ruolan laughed louder than anyone else, "Didn't you say that the contents of a supply crate are already determined when you receive it?"

Ou Yun said, "Let's keep things separate. This is a gold supply crate; who knows what's inside!"

"Fine, whatever you say makes sense."

With her sunglasses on, Leng Ruolan stepped on the gas and sped off, leaving everyone else in the dust as she headed towards a new mountain.

*

Although, for the players.

This withered and desolate mountain seemed to have been restored by some magical power.

But in the eyes of the wild beasts, the native inhabitants of the forbidden land, the mountain is still the same mountain as before.

If the mountain is gone, move it away; if the mountain is still there, move it back. Do whatever you want, a smooth transition.

Where there are mountains, there will be territorial disputes.

Where there's a territorial dispute, there's at least one mountain king.

The mountain king rules over this mountain. The wild animals in the mountain live independently and only need to pay tribute regularly. In return, the mountain king will not eat you or your brothers and sisters.

The natural world is just that simple and brutal.

The king of this mountain is a giant lynx.

It was almost as big as a lion. It was a lynx that had become a spirit, a mutated lynx.

Its fur is incredibly smooth and shiny, its eyes are large and round, and its face is just the right size. It has both the ferocity of a beast and the cuteness of a khakimi.

Recently, many other wild beasts have come to its territory and are not paying tribute.

The lynx leader, with its all-white fur, was almost green with rage, and it kept hissing at the other lynxes every day.

It decided to personally lead the expedition to a buffet.

A large herd of lynxes set off in a grand procession.

Down the mountain.

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

"no."

"Let's get off here; we can't drive any further."

Ou Yun said "Oh," and the two got out of the car.

Leng Ruolan skillfully hid the car with branches and leaves while surveying the mountain.

"It looks exactly the same as when we came here before!"

"What was it like when we were together?"

"that's all."

"..."

I actually took a look around at the European Games.

Damn it, these are all mountains and forests, so what's the difference?

—There are still differences.

A porcupine darted out of the bushes in a panic.

Ou Yun was startled, and the porcupine was also startled to see two living people in front of it—but it seemed that something even more terrifying was chasing it.

The porcupine recovered instantly and leaped into the grass, disappearing from sight.

"..."

The remaining two swallowed hard, a strange sense of crisis rising within them.

Just as the two were on their guard, a loud thud was heard—something crashed heavily to the ground in front of them.

Take a closer look.

It is a lion.

It's a lion.

It looks exactly like the lions on Earth.

Bloodthirsty eyes, disheveled mane, and a gaping maw.

"Oh, it's a lion."

Leng Ruolan had already drawn her gun. "I thought it was a lion."

Ou Yun instinctively hugged his suitcase tighter.

"Bang!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Leng Ruolan fired the shot, her aim still fixed on the lion's brow—

Sure enough, a drop of blood seeped from between the lion's eyebrows.

But oddly enough.

The lion did not fall—

Instead, he was very angry.

"roar--"

He even roared angrily.

"Bang!"

Without a second thought, Leng Ruolan raised her hand and fired another shot.

"It looks like a mutant. We need to be careful."

But the lion reacted quickly, rolling away to avoid the bullet.

Followed by.

The lion's forehead, marked by a round bullet hole, contracted slightly.

"Clatter".

The bullet fell out.

The bullet hole has healed.

"..."

Leng Ruolan turned to look at Ou Yun.

Europe also watches her.

Leng Ruolan put down her gun and took the rocket launcher that Ou Yun was carrying.

"boom!!!"

The air was filled with the roar of cannons.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

It revealed the face of a lion, twisted with rage.

Leng Ruolan put down the gun, tossed it behind her, and put the cannon back.

Europe has turned back.

Without uttering a word, the two had already expertly turned their backs to each other, back to back.

Heading in different directions.

"Run!!!"

"Holy crap! How come there are lions with self-healing abilities here too?!"

"Damn it, how come I'm already facing a Tier 0 opponent right from the start? Is this even playable?!"

"No, the usual rule, let's split up first and meet up later using the code."

"OK!"

The two ran away separately, and the lion was very angry.

But it didn't chase after it.

He simply stood there and roared again at the sky.

"roar--!!!"

This sound was like a command, or perhaps a declaration.

Soon after, two more burly and ferocious lions emerged from the surrounding bushes.

Without the lion leader giving any instructions, they each went after them on their own.

The box from Europe was placed in my backpack.

He turned his head and saw the lion chasing him furiously, like a starving ghost, drooling as it ran, looking both terrifying and real.

However, from a certain perspective, this can be considered good news.

If this guy is chasing me, then Captain Leng is definitely fine!

I need to shake this guy off first, and then we can meet up!

Unfortunately, Leng Ruolan thought the same thing.

She didn't even need to turn around to know that the lion was chasing her.

She thought to herself, "Well, it's unexpected that I'm the one being chased today—that's fine, as long as I shake off this lion and hurry to meet up with him!"

The two began to head towards the agreed-upon meeting place.

This was something they decided on from the beginning.

Decide on a meeting place and leave a mark.

If we are forced to separate, then we must return here and leave a new mark to show that we are alright.

If no one comes and there are no signs, it can only mean that the other person is dead, and you can only wait for the death notice the next day.

Of course, this plan has not been used even once yet—because the European side always manages to make some unusual moves, so much so that Leng Ruolan can find him accurately without even going to the rendezvous point.

And now.

Leng Ruolan and Ou Yun are on their way to the rendezvous point—they haven't even arrived yet.

As they listened, they suddenly heard the roars of lions echoing throughout the forest.

What the hell!

How did we end up in a lion's den?!