Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun had no intention of putting down the anvil, because the hammer and frying pan were "exceptions" that had never appeared in the original game. If he missed them, he might lose some opportunities, so it was better to carry them with him, since they didn't weigh much anyway.

Seeing Fang Qingyun refused, Ximi did not stop him: "Then you can take it with you, but before you leave, go to Khamul to have a look. He was supposed to be in charge of making weapons, but now he is short of manpower and has not officially started, but he should still have some stock."

Fang Qingyun nodded to show that he heard it, then he carried his anvil on his back and continued on his way forward.

At the end of the road is a blacksmith shop. Next to it, Khamur is thinking about life. Just now, he was pulled over by Simi out of interest to be a judge, and now he starts to slack off next to the blacksmith shop.

"Hello, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Khamul, the blacksmith of the weapons shop." Khamul's voice was filled with indescribable fatigue, like a slacking office worker who found out he had to work the day shift after working overtime all day. "My boss created me and asked me to make weapons, but there are no living people in the dungeon now. Who can I make weapons for?"

Then, Khamul entered the stage of philosophical thinking after being too busy, referred to as the sage time: "If my existence has no mission, then what is the meaning of my existence? If my existence has completed the mission, then what is the point of my living? What is the center of everything in this world?"

Aren't you just being too picky? Fang Qingyun patted Khamul's shoulder, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, although in the end he only patted the shoulder armor on Khamul's shoulder.

The greatest meaning of life is to be alive. Even if you are as humble as dust, staying alive is a victory. Mission is something that only a few people have. Surviving and waiting for your mission is actually one of the reasons for survival.

"Ah, you are still here." Hamul, who was trapped in his own world, was awakened by Fang Qingyun's pat: "Oh, sorry, do you need a weapon? I can make one for you."

Fang Qingyun cast his sights towards the weapons such as broadswords and spears placed next to the blacksmith shop. Just looking at their appearance, they were not simple. Compared with those weapons, the big branch in his hand was like garbage. Those weapons looked powerful. Instead of letting me find some materials to make weapons myself, it would be better to give them to me directly.

"Are you wondering why I didn't give you those weapons?" Khamur seemed to see Fang Qingyun's confusion and explained, "Don't move. They are made of PVC and used for cosplay. They are just exhibits."

The so-called PVC sounds like some kind of high-end material, but it is actually polyvinyl chloride, which also has a more common name...

plastic.

If Fang Qingyun really took plastic weapons to face the enemy, they would probably be shattered in one encounter. Then when he was resurrected, he might have to carry some souvenirs like enoki mushrooms on him.

Chapter 173: Then I won’t pretend anymore (hehehe weird laugh)

Seeing that Fang Qingyun hadn't left yet, Ximi came over and discussed with Khamur about the hygiene of the restaurant: "Did you find the guy who sneaked over here to poop while I was away?"

"No." Khamur shook his head, picked up the broom, and prepared to clean up the half-man-high feces for the third time today: "I didn't see any creatures running in to poop."

"That pile of shit is just like this. It appears every day, no matter how you clean it, it's always like that." Khamur looked for his clean dustpan and said, "Maybe this thing will regenerate."

That is to say, Fang Qingyun was speechless. He naturally knew the hidden story behind this. The ice cream cone and Schrödinger's lump who called himself chocolate sundae were lost in front of the Ximi store. Therefore, he would try to return to this place to wait for the ice cream cone to come back to find him. This is why this Schrödinger's lump keeps regenerating...

He was going back to this place to wait for his friend... But according to Fang Qingyun's guess, Ice Cream Cone was probably disgusted by Schrödinger's overly deceptive appearance, so he abandoned him and went to find his own glory and wealth.

At present, Fang Qingyun has almost no usable materials. The materials he has left are difficult to make into any weapons. He now only has some mouthparts of big mosquitoes, some wood and green fruits dropped by small tree elves, and a pile of teeth that he just got off when dealing with the evil fish... Oh yes, and a big branch.

If I really want to say it, maybe I can make a mace, but considering the size of the teeth of the hellfish, using the teeth as spikes may be a little too small, and it would be a waste of materials that is not worth it.

Looking at the things Fang Qingyun showed, Khamur shook his head: "These things are too few to make weapons. I can only make you a shield, and it needs to be reinforced with those teeth. Do you need my help?"

"These things can only be used to make shields? They also need teeth to reinforce them?" The iron hammer trembled in dissatisfaction on Fang Qingyun's belt: "This guy's blacksmithing skills are probably not up to par. If I were to come, I promise to make you a better shield. Although it requires more wood, it is definitely better than the one he made, and there is no need to waste teeth."

Fang Qingyun believed in Tiechui's ability, so he put away the materials and did not choose to trouble Kahamul. Instead, he shook hands with Kahamul to express his gratitude and then set out on the road to move forward.

Khamur looked at his palm bones, and stared at Fang Qingyun's back, seeing his heroic spirit of traveling around the world like a wanderer with a sword. He silently lowered his head and continued to deal with the PVC in front of him... The courage to abandon everything and wander was something he never had.

However, the anvil behind this hero, which is so big that it covers half of his body, is still a little too distracting.

After walking a long distance outside and making sure that Khamul could not see him, Fang Qingyun put down the anvil and began to hit it with a hammer. The collected pieces of wood were compressed little by little under the blow of the hammer.

If Fang Qingyun hadn't plucked out all the small bushes, there might not have been enough wood.

Soon, a tough wooden shield with a handle appeared in front of Fang Qingyun, but looking at this rectangular wooden shield, Fang Qingyun's expression was a little subtle...

Is this a wooden shield... or a chopping block?

Chopping board - I mean the shield is not a heavy shield that protects the whole body, but a medium-sized shield standing on the ground that can reach Fang Qingyun's belly button, and its shape is also particular. It is not a thin and light iris shield like the elves, or a round shield like the dwarves, but a square shield, a bit like a shorter Roman shield.

This is why Fang Qingyun said that he was like a chopping board, because the surface of the shield has no curvature, it is straight up and down, and there is no curvature to protect the person behind the shield. It is as flat as a chopping board, and it is very convenient to use it to cut vegetables.

When Fang Qingyun held the shield horizontally and huddled his whole body, the size of the shield was almost enough to block the frontal fire from the chest to the knees, leaving only Fang Qingyun's feet and head exposed. But that was not a big problem. In a frontal battle, no one would deliberately lower their head to attack others' feet, not to mention that he was facing various monsters.

Making sure that Khamul couldn't see the shield when it was being forged wasn't for the sake of keeping it secret. You have to know that Fang Qingyun had just shown off his miraculous forging skills under the control of an iron hammer. Plus, Fang Qingyun had a bit of a preconceived fondness for Khamul, so making it behind Khamul's back was neither meaningful nor necessary.

Staying away is mainly to take care of his mood. Khamul is a strong yet weak person. After rejecting other people's kindness, he directly forged weapons in front of others, which is undoubtedly an insult to the other party's inability. Khamul is originally a skeleton who is a bit extreme and tends to be depressed. He is like this both before and after his death. He might seek death because he feels that he is useless and cannot find his mission.

Moreover, they will definitely be living together for a long time in the future. If you blatantly slap the other person in the face like this, not only will you lose face for him, but it will also lead to conflicts in life and work in the future. Even if you don't mean to do so, you can't help but consider this. Therefore, after much thought, Fang Qingyun decided to go to a place where Khamul couldn't see him to build equipment.

Fang Qingyun, holding a chopping board in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, embarked on the road to move forward. The remaining human facilities in the passage ensured the lives of the monsters inside. Under the illumination of artificial sunlight, only when plants began to grow actively could the normal survival of animals be guaranteed.

Fang Qingyun, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a chopping board in the other, was invincible among these monsters. Although the kitchen knife, which was as sharp as jade, had a short handle and was easy to hit the hand and thus difficult to exert force, he was still able to deal with the small tree spirits on the roadside one by one, as easily as cutting open an unthickened A4 paper, and he could easily cut them into two pieces with one swing of the knife without even exerting any effort.

The sharp branches of the little tree spirit couldn't even make a cut on the chopping board, and the force was dispersed by the wide shield. The little tree spirits that approached to attack were easily chopped down by Fang Qingyun with just one sword.

Wherever Fang Qingyun passed, no grass grew. A thief who entered a room could not leave empty-handed. Since he had come, Fang Qingyun scraped almost every piece of land clean, and even picked out all the little tree spirits and killed them to ensure a sufficient supply of wood.

...Having said that, I feel that this kind of little tree spirit is a good way to produce wood. Now Hell is very short of wood. Even with the energy of Hell to ripen the wood, the time required is measured in years. But if you cultivate this kind of little tree spirit, you only need to let it roam free to obtain a large amount of wood. All you need to be careful about is not to let these little tree spirits run around.

Fang Qingyun tried to stuff the little tree elves into the plastic bag. He was able to stuff them in, but the efficiency was not high. The little tree elves kept struggling and trying to get out. Fang Qingyun had no choice but to use the materials he had just obtained to make a few spliced ​​cages. He caught about five or six little tree elves and stuffed them into the cages, and then stuffed the cages into the plastic bag.

Anyway, the different items in the plastic bag are placed in different categories, so there is no need to worry about the little tree spirit destroying other things in the plastic bag while struggling.

Continuing forward, Fang Qingyun encountered some electric snails about 1.34 meters tall. Their huge bodies seemed like giant snails whose length, width and height were a hundred times larger than the original ones. Moreover, they were not as slow and harmless as their appearance suggested. Instead, they were as violent as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Fang Qingyun didn't know their names, he just used their characteristics to describe them.

Dealing with electric snails is not as simple as others imagine. The kitchen knife in Fang Qingyun's hand encountered some setbacks for the first time when chopping monsters. It was not that the blade was blocked by the snail's shell, but...

The body on the opposite side was so huge that although blood splattered when Fang Qingyun slashed it with his sword, in fact, on the snail, the most it inflicted was just a minor skin injury.

He used the wooden shield in his hand to block the snail's bite. The snail was not very strong, and Fang Qingyun steadily caught its attack. The purple lightning pierced through the air, bringing up a smell of ozone, but did not break through the defense of the wooden shield, and did not even leave a charred mark.

Then Fang Qingyun waved the kitchen knife in his hand. He had finally waited for this opportunity. The electric snails before had always used dirty tactics, either shrinking in their own snail shells to discharge electricity, or trying to "speed" and rely on the electric trails they left behind to sneak attack Fang Qingyun. But unfortunately, Fang Qingyun was not a fool, and naturally would not step into the sizzling liquid.

This time, the snail finally couldn't bear it anymore. When the snail stretched out its neck to bite, Fang Qingyun cut from the top of the snail's head with a kitchen knife, and the knife went straight down along the neck.

When the knife reached the bottom, the length of the knife was not as thick as the snail's neck, and it could only barely cut open the front half of the snail's throat.

But this was already a fatal injury. Fang Qingyun's knife almost cut the snail directly from top to bottom. The snail's brain was like a blooming morning glory, connected by the remaining skin at the back, and the front half was separated to both sides. The scene made Fang Qingyun, who was used to seeing dead people, feel a little sick.

The electric snail, which was originally like a small racing car, lost its power and became scrapped on the spot due to damage to the main drive shaft.

Under the guidance of the frying pan, Fang Qingyun removed the most essential piece of meat from the electric snail. Just holding that piece of meat in his hand gave him a faint electric shock sensation, and a little bit of electric light would occasionally appear, causing Fang Qingyun's palm to involuntarily contract.

Then, under the guidance of the hammer, Fang Qingyun removed the thick shell of the electric snail with two cuts and picked out a piece of tough and hard shell from it.

Picking out the shell is a technical job. The shell of the electric snail is divided into layers. If you don't pick it well, you will often waste materials, or even spend a lot of effort to make a piece of junk.

It not only protects the front part of the snail's body, but also ensures that the part of the shell that moves freely is tough and soft, so that the electric snail can quickly retract its head into the shell, and finally close the shell to form an iron defense that is impossible to attack.

The rear section of the carapace naturally does not need to move, and can be as hard as possible. Therefore, when the front section is soft and the rear section is hard, there must be a transition section in the middle that is both tough and hard.

Although it is more likely that it is neither hard enough nor tough enough, it is better to listen to the old master Tiechui than to figure it out on your own.

Although Fang Qingyun wanted to catch a few electric snails, these snails were very fierce. It would not be easy for Fang Qingyun to stuff such a big thing into a plastic bag, so in the end Fang Qingyun only collected the essential electric snail meat. Anyway, he could use biomass for cultivation and wholesale in hell, so he just had to keep a copy template.

Continuing forward, Fang Qingyun encountered giant toads that were more than a meter tall and covered with pus-filled bodies. These giant toads caught Fang Qingyun off guard, not because they were too strong, but because their tactics were different from what Fang Qingyun had imagined.

When the big toad was kicking its legs left and right, Fang Qingyun thought that the toad would jump up and sit on him like a mountain, so he quickly rolled over.

As a result, the toad just adjusted its position, and stretched out its tongue like a life-taking sickle, pressing down Fang Qingyun's rise. When Fang Qingyun turned around and got up and couldn't adjust his position, the toad seized his weakness, and stuck its tongue firmly on Fang Qingyun's shield. The huge force almost pulled his shield away.

If the Thresh hook I played in my previous life was as accurate as these frogs, I wouldn't be a gold player now.

Isn't it the end if the shield is pulled away? There are big toads all around, they seem to be waiting for this opportunity, all kinds of green and yellow venom balls are bombarding Fang Qingyun like rain, although the speed of the venom balls is so slow that it can be seen by the naked eye, but it is still difficult to guarantee survival without a shield. Before, he was able to fight with a big toad because of the protection of the shield. If the big toad pulls it away, he will be evaporated by the venom balls in an instant.

So he cut off the toad's tongue with a knife. When the toad lost its balance and was howling in pain because of the broken tongue, Fang Qingyun stepped on the toad's legs and jumped high like Kratos performing a finishing move. He blocked the venom ball with a shield in one hand, jumped up and hit the toad with a kitchen knife.

A sharp kitchen knife chopped down from above his head, and Fang Qingyun was like a Noxian hand with a guillotine. Unfortunately, the kitchen knife was only that long, and Fang Qingyun's powerful knife only cut the toad's mouth into four petals. Then, under the bombardment of almost endless venom balls, it had to retreat in embarrassment.

Chapter 174, I, Hu Hansan, am back again!

There are too many monsters on the opposite side... Fang Qingyun escaped death and fled in a panic with poison splashed all over his body. He didn't remember that there were so many toads in this place in the game.

"Were there so many frogs here in the past?" The iron hammer made a sound in the bag. "Are the food materials so abundant now? But boy, how come you can't even beat a frog? Isn't it only a little over a person tall?"

If you can do it, go for it! Fang Qingyun couldn't speak, he could only use his eyes to express his opinion. This toad was simply a piece of sticky candy and an oversized rolling knife. If he focused on it, it might not be a big problem to deal with one, but facing all kinds of anti-gravity straight trajectories and venom balls shot from all directions... Fang Qingyun's not melting in his stomach was already a rare improvement.

Moreover, those toads have a unique fighting method. When a toad is chopped by Fang Qingyun, it will burrow into the pile of toads. If Fang Qingyun chases it relentlessly, he will have to face the venom balls shot from the side or even from behind. If he ignores it... it will be an endless continuous battle. Unless Fang Qingyun can use his own physical strength to exhaust all the physical strength of this group of toads, otherwise he will have no way to deal with them.

"To be honest, it's Tiechui's skills that have deteriorated." Pingpan pushed the responsibility onto Tiechui skillfully, and turned into a wind-like posture. If they were not old friends, they would not be so skilled at all: "Using a kitchen knife to deal with a toad that is more than a meter tall is just like using a toothpick to fight a person. Even if you hit the vital point, what's the use? It can't kill you."

"Blame me?" Tiechui looked furious, as if he was about to fight with the frying pan at any moment: "This kitchen knife is only used to handle ingredients. I can't give you a whole machete to cut vegetables? It's right that you can't beat it. It was already surprising that you could beat the electric snail before."

"What should we do? We are out of materials to make new weapons? Are we stuck here today?" The frying pan made a clanging sound in the plastic bag, as if it had hit the head of a hammer. The low sound of the hammer and indistinct curses came from the bag, as if they were suppressed by the frying pan.

Then the bag shook, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding and the sound of two... grown men breathing heavily and fighting each other. If there were any fujoshi here, they would probably think of something wrong.

How about giving it another try? Fang Qingyun held a shield in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, preparing to go back and continue to cause trouble for Toad. If Toad fights in a camp, then I will change my tactical idea.

Fang Qingyun did not intend to keep his original idea. He had planned to deal with them all in one go before continuing to explore, which was why he was so reckless and suffered losses. Now he would catch the injured one and beat him to death. If the one who was bombarded couldn't bear it anymore, he would come back to rest until he killed one. Anyway, the number of toads was not infinite, so he would wait until the end to see who would be the last to laugh.

Thinking back to the past, Fang Qingyun and his classmates recalled their childhood and played a game of Red Alert 2. In the end, the main bases and mines of both sides were lost. Fang Qingyun relied on this tactic, using the anti-aircraft tracked vehicle to move around crazily, killing a soldier on the opposite side and running away, and finally he was worn out to death.

Therefore, when Fang Qingyun came in front of the group of toads this time, he immediately stared at the one who was most seriously injured and had his mouth cut into four pieces. Then he rushed forward with his silver shield with 55% blocking rate - I mean the chopping board.

Just now when facing the venom ball bombardment, Fang Qingyun found that there was no need to panic. Before, in order to block a tricky venom ball, he often lost his composure when mobilizing the shield, just like playing a music game. If the rhythm was disrupted, he would make continuous mistakes and suffer serious injuries.

But now he discovered another thing, that is, although he was hit by several venom balls and his body was covered with venom, in fact, his injuries were relatively limited.

If those venom balls hit a normal person, they would be enough to turn that person into something that could be described as a beach. However, after hitting him, they would not produce such dangerous consequences. Instead, they would react with the mucus on his body surface, and after a certain neutralization, they would flow down on their own.

This is the effect of the mucus brought by the evil fish cuisine. In addition to being fireproof, it also has good corrosion resistance and anti-toxic capabilities. As long as Fang Qingyun keeps a normal mind, he can use a kitchen knife to butcher a beef.

Soon, Fang Qingyun, who had adjusted his mentality, came up and seized the opportunity, dodged several tongues, and chopped off a toad leg with a four-petal mouth. There were too many venom balls around, so he couldn't use more extreme methods to ensure the death of the toad. He could only cut open its belly with two cuts to cause as much damage as possible, and then run away carrying the two chopped off toad legs.

After all, toad legs are one of the ingredients for the next recipe, so it is more useful to collect them. Even if you can't process them, you can make a frog sandwich by adding some vegetables and fruits into the pot, which can restore a lot of blood!

I've strayed off topic... Fang Qingyun pulled his thoughts out of the famine. Perhaps because he couldn't speak, he was becoming more and more like a sullen and sultry person with rich psychological activities...

After escaping from the range of the toads, Fang Qingyun learned his lesson. He would wait until his body was almost covered with mucus before rushing in. He would randomly choose a lucky toad and chop it twice, then run out on his two legs. After running three times, the toads were frightened out of their wits. They didn't even clean up their own corpses. When they saw Fang Qingyun coming, they jumped away quickly. Fang Qingyun couldn't even catch up with them.

"...The Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves in front..." Ping Pan took a long time to come up with these words. He finally saw what he meant. This was the first time in his life that he saw such a cool person. It was also the first time that he saw someone who could kill monsters and make them run around.

"...I don't think you need any other weapons, just take the kitchen knife and chop down the world." Tiechui was also choked by Fang Qingyun's behavior and kept coughing. He laughed and scolded: "You are more awesome than Lao Zhu. I don't have fingers, otherwise I would at least give you a thumbs up."

This is the essence of guerrilla warfare... Fang Qingyun snapped his fingers confidently and poked himself with his thumb proudly, "Don't you see who I am?"

A kitchen knife may not be convenient to use in a fight, but it is just right for decomposing a corpse. Fang Qingyun cut open the toad's body, bypassed the pile of toads and went straight to the most crucial material: the toad's venom gland.

Even though the poison doesn't seem to hurt Fang Qingyun, if Fang Qingyun's protective layer fails and the poison ball hits the unprotected part... it won't just be a loss of flesh, but a physical destruction of the soul and bones...

It is called venom, but it has the corrosive properties of acid. This material should be rare.

I guess there are other weapons that need this stuff. By the way, just in case... should I keep a few toad corpses? In case the recipe changes, I don't need to bother catching them myself.

In the end, Fang Qingyun removed all the toad legs, peeled off a dozen venom glands, and finally used a kitchen knife to disassemble the three-headed toad into different categories and put them into plastic bags.

After doing all this, Fang Qingyun habitually wiped the sweat from his head, and his wrist touched the talisman paper above his head. The talisman paper seemed to be waterproof. Even though it had just entered the pool of water, it did not get wet, nor was it corroded by the venom ball. This talisman paper was more like a conceptual thing, and it would not fall off no matter how he moved.

And now that he has become a zombie, it seems as if he has a natural energy attribute. No matter how he works or even fights a battle, he will not feel his lungs burning like he did when he ran 2,400 meters, and he will not even feel tired.

After all, the lungs are not used now.

After getting rid of those annoying toads that could form a formation, Fang Qingyun continued to move forward. The surrounding scenery was no longer the small forest in the room. It was like he had walked to the edge of a forest. There were small waterfalls everywhere, and there was an obvious man-made escalator next to it. However, the escalator was as dilapidated as an old man who was about to die. It was covered with plants and could collapse at any time.

Perhaps because humans have disappeared, the entire underground city has been given a unique vitality, as if it has become a new ecosystem. Faced with the power of nature, man-made objects have to give way. A large number of large aquatic products survive in this shallow water area, and "PiPi Shrimp" is one of them.

The Pipi Shrimp is more than one person tall and the length of two people lying flat. It has a pair of sharp forelimbs like machetes. It is very good at chopping. Its sharp forelimbs can easily chop a person from head to toe. The name was not given by Fang Qingyun, but was mentioned in the game. Because the name is homophonic with Mantis Shrimp, and it is hard not to think of the emoticon pack of "Mantis Shrimp, let's go", Fang Qingyun will remember it very clearly.

But in his memory, those prawns didn't seem to be so ferocious, right? And these monsters shouldn't fight among themselves, right? Instead, they should join forces to fight against zombies.

Fang Qingyun's eyes twitched as he watched the sharp forelimbs of the Pipi Shrimp, which were more than one meter long, slashing down from the top like a forged sword, split the toad in half with one stroke. Then he inserted the two pieces of the corpse with his forelimbs and turned around with a swagger. The toad's internal organs that were split apart fell out along the way, looking extremely disgusting.

The other toads that were not selected fled in panic. It was obvious that in this place, the shrimps were the natural enemies of the toads.

The venom ball, which could have made Fang Qingyun feel sick, had no effect on the shrimp's shell, and could not cause any effective damage to the shrimp's shell, which was like an armor plate. What's more, the shrimp's shell was hydrophobic. After the venom ball hit it, it would gather into small venom beads and fall down, making it difficult to exert its corrosive effect.

And tongue entanglement is not a good idea, as can be seen from the time when Fang Qingyun killed the toads just now. Although these toads can form a formation, they are actually not particularly united with each other. Faced with the risk of severed tongues, these toads clearly had the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and win, but they just spit venom balls from a distance. Otherwise, Fang Qingyun would have been torn into pieces by several tongues. How could he have killed his way in and out?

As long as one toad stuck out its tongue to keep Fang Qingyun, it would be difficult for Fang Qingyun to guarantee that he could escape unscathed with his thin protective mucus.

Therefore, when the venom ball does not have a good effect, these toads will be even more reluctant to extend their precious tongues to catch the enemy. What if the next unlucky person is not me, but I extend my tongue and get it cut off, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

Chapter 175: How stupid! Selling one's head by inserting a bid!

Moreover, the Toad was actually restrained by the Pipi Shrimp. The reason why Fang Qingyun was beaten so badly was mainly because his knife was too small. It was like using the school-issued utility knife that was less than one centimeter in diameter to fight a leopard. It could break the defense, but the injury would not be fatal... You say that every one of your swords is a critical hit and every one of your swords really hurts, but in the end you just scratch the person's skin. What's the use?

It's like using noble armor-piercing damage to attack an unarmored unit. They don't have any armor for you to break, and ordinary damage only causes full damage. Isn't it a waste to use armor-piercing damage?

If Fang Qingyun had gone into battle with a shield and spear, or a large weapon like a two-handed greatsword, he might have been able to kill the group of toads.

The split shrimp is like this. Its sharp forelimbs, which are more than one meter long, are like two heavy swords. It can cut a toad in half with one chop. In addition, this water source is a must-have for toads. Therefore, as long as these split shrimps are not killed too harshly, these toads will selectively abandon the old, weak and sick in the group in exchange for the opportunity for collective survival.

Although the shrimp's blood is good for the big toad, for Fang Qingyun, he finally met an opponent who is good enough for his blood.

According to Fang Qingyun's observation, the front limbs of the split shrimp are all one-way chopping, that is, they either chop down from the top or chop across the waist. There is no such thing as attacking from two directions at the same time. This is good news. Otherwise, if it attacks from two directions, the shield in Fang Qingyun's hand will be stretched to the limit.