It's butter fruit!

Gregory pulled the yellow fruit off the tree and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites, the yellow grease running down the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his chest, but he couldn't care about it at all. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This thing was supposed to be baked and eaten on bread, and when eaten raw, it was not only greasy, but also had a sour feeling, and Gregory swallowed four or five butter fruits so hard that his stomach suddenly turned upside down, and he almost vomited them all.

"I can't vomit, I want to regain my strength, I can't die!" repeated Gregory, knowing that if he did die from this trial, the family would soon decay, and the days that awaited the whole family would be hell.

A greasy stomach acid churned from the stomach, the throat was hot, and a low roar involuntarily came out, dull and ambiguous, not like it came from an organ, but from a corner of the soul.

He remembers that when he was four years old, he hid behind the pillars and watched the butcher hired by the house slaughter a fat pig. As he lay dying, he was shaken by the last low roar of the fat pig full of sorrow, not fear, but the feeling that a string in the deepest part of his soul resonated with it. For some time after that, he was obsessed with understanding the language of animals.

He now understood that the voice had no meaning in the first place, just the screams of life before the threat of death, the onset of a strong desire to survive and an almost crazy beastly nature overflowing in his heart.

The three-day escape made his spirit extremely nervous, and his physical strength was critical. The threat of death and his own desire to survive after him turned him into a beast through and through. But fortunately, reason still dominates all actions.

Gregory was well aware of the difference in strength between himself and the pursuer, and he remembered very well that the two fellow first-class wizards felt that if they were drawn by that terrible curse, the only thing he could rely on now was his sense of smell to detect the pursuer in time.

However, that guy is really, he didn't chase himself with all his might, this is no longer a chase, but close to torture. However, although Gregory was aware of his intentions, he had to cater to his bad tastes...... He was like a beast pursued by a hunter, shrouded in fear, gradually weakened by his outrage, and when he could not run at all, the man would kill him like a rat to death.

At noon on the third day, Grigory pretended to be an outlaw escape that his pursuers wanted to see. His physical strength also dropped as quickly as he really ran away. The dimensional bag he carried with him had been tricked into the hands of his pursuers, and these days he could only survive on the wild fruits he found on the road, although these things could be used as a slight supplement, but they were not enough to cope with the sweat and physical strength lost by a lot of exercise. The lack of salt and food was almost at its limit, and Gregory felt that he could collapse at any moment.

As luck would have it, he found four airbag worms in a bush, the size of a thumb, and they were thriving from side to side in his hand. Pinch your head with your fingers and knead it into a pulp...... This kind of bug's body fluids are a good material to remove odors, but unfortunately there are no tools and materials at hand, otherwise a few potions can be processed, which is enough for him to get rid of the pursuit.

He spread the pulp of the three insects evenly on the bottom of his footsteps, and then strode into the distance, hoping to temporarily distance himself from his pursuers.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches, and the forest exuded a faint smell of decay, and the fallen leaves piled up a thick layer on the ground, soft and slippery when stepped on, and there was an indescribable nausea in my heart.

A dark wizard entered the woods like a ghost, silently watching the worms on the ground that were sucking up the slurry of some kind of creature.

That guy still has some cleverness, but it's a pity that he sees something he shouldn't see, and he has to kill it anyway. However, he is not willing to kill him easily, this is a very interesting prey that can be played slowly.

He didn't know why his prey had a whim, and although the bugs could eliminate the smell, the bodily fluids would attract other bugs, which would not indicate the direction of his escape?

Strange thinking!

Incomprehensible mentality!

Stupid mistake!

After giving a series of comments in his heart, the dark wizard continued his hunting journey.

But what he meant was that after ten minutes, he found that the clue was really broken and did not extend in any direction...... He soon realized that the prey had followed the route he had just taken, and had fled in the other direction after stepping on the footprints he had just taken.

"Cunning guy, but I like it. The black-robed wizard let out a strange laugh like a night owl, and quickly found the right direction.

Not far ahead is a valley, and all clues indicate that the prey is hiding in this valley.

"Hehe, do you think it's safe to hide here?

With a sinister smile on his face, the Dark Wizard strode towards the valley, he was going to pull out the waste wizard and give him relief...... As for the ambush, he didn't care at all, after deceiving the other party's dimensional bag, without enough time to meditate, it was impossible for the other party's magic power to be restored. Moreover, even if Gregory was in his heyday, he was no match for him.

The terrain of this valley is a bit strange, especially at the entrance to the valley, where there is only one road for two or three people to walk side by side, and there are high cliffs on either side...... It is commonly known as the 'first line of sky'.

"This kid really knows how to find it. ”

It's been more than a hundred meters after walking in, and it seems that this terrain has not yet reached the end, and the dark wizard is already impatient, and when he decides to find Gregory, he must take care of this guy.

"Hmm...... What sound is this?"

Just as he was tossing Gregory with seventy-two tortures in his heart, he suddenly felt the earth seem to tremble, followed by the fierce sound of war drums...... In an instant, a black horse carrying a black-armored knight galloped towards him.

"Stop! Damn! Do you know who I am? I'm Molière, the chief of the Bloodhoof Wizard Academy!" the dark wizard shouted, quickly chanting a spell as he raised his hand to unleash a basin-sized fireball that shot at the black-armored knight.

Burst!

The tip of the black-armored knight's sword pointed obliquely, and he actually broke the fireball.

"You...... You're the Black Knight?!Damn!How can there be undead in the Secret Realm?!!" Molière's eyes were about to pop out, and he began to cast spells.

It may be due to the influence of the terrain, or it may be that the sudden high-level undead has disturbed his heart, and he has just released an aging curse, and the black knight's longsword has already cleaved Molière's neck.

"Damn! I actually cast the Curse of Aging on a Black Knight!!" Before he was completely unconscious, Molière suddenly found himself pathetic.