As if he could feel the scene of thousands of troops fighting, Mo Jiaer took a deep breath, and then blended into the flow of people and headed towards the Demon Beast Mountain Range. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After walking through the 10,000-meter-wide clearing, and then passing through a vast forest, Mo Jiaer looked at the huge ancient trees in front of him that could not see the top, and the leaves on the ground did not know how deep they were piled up, and suddenly an ancient breath came to his face.

Mogar estimated that the trees could be hundreds of meters tall, and the thicker ones could be as big as three adults hugging each other.

Watching the sunlight finally turn into a squirrel, smelling the slightly damp air, and listening to the roars that come to mind from time to time in his ears, Mo Jiaer spread out his hands and shouted in a childish voice: "Warcraft Mountain Range, I'm here." ”

As soon as he finished roaring, the nearby bushes roared with various beasts, which frightened Mo Jiaer and shrunk his neck, and he quickly left the place and walked towards the depths.

When twilight began to appear on the horizon, the edge of the Demon Beast Mountain Range where Mogar was located was already dimly lit, and the frequency of various roars was getting higher and higher, and there were also sounds in the grass that reached Mojiaer's knees from time to time.

When the last ray of light disappeared into the sky, the plants on the ground emitted a faint halo, slightly illuminating the originally dark forest, and all kinds of terrifying roars, strange sounds, and insect chirpings continued one after another, and the entire Warcraft Mountain Range seemed to have woken up.

Not in the mood to appreciate the gorgeous scene in front of him, Mogar's body tensed, he held the giant sword in front of him, looked around nervously, feeling the dangerous aura around him, and he remembered what Sparky had told him when he left the Lion City at noon, and a feeling called regret crept up.

Two years of instinct against a surprise attack from Victor kept Morjar on his guard, trying to calm himself and trying to recall the tips for survival in the wilderness from the books, but his mind went blank with too much nervousness.

After a roar similar to an ape's cry, Mogar finally began to panic, and ran frantically in one direction with his sword, and the evil spirit that had been following him did not know where to run.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew past Mogar, causing the corners of his hat and coat to flip back, revealing Mogar's panicked little head.

"Bang" and "click" sounded behind Mogar with the sound of objects falling to the ground and bones shattering, and a circle-like air flow spread out through the rotten leaves piled up on the ground, affecting Mojiaer, bringing the corners of his clothes to him again.

Mo Jiaer was suddenly frightened, he raised the giant sword in front of him, turned around with a slight tremble, through the faint light emitted by the plant, Mo Jiaer saw a huge demonic beast lying on the ground, a tall figure stepped on the huge head of the demonic beast, looking at the somewhat vague but familiar figure, Molgar let out a sigh,

"Uncle Spark?"

"Well, it's strange, how could this fourth-level demonic beast run to the edge. ”

"It's four... Fourth-level demonic beasts?" Mo Jiaer swallowed his saliva fiercely, and suddenly his whole body was cold, the fourth-level demonic beast that appeared behind him was obviously trying to sneak attack him, but he didn't notice it.

"Well, the fourth-level Demonic Beast Blue-Eyed Golden Leopard. After a few more words of explanation to Mo Jiaer, his body shook and disappeared from Mo Jiaer's sight.

Ten minutes later, Mogar dragged the blue-eyed leopard several times larger than himself, appeared next to a stream, endured nausea, and began to dissect the leopard in the bright moonlight, and when Mogar was dealt with and lay on the boulder next to him gasping for breath, Sparker suddenly appeared again, and then a bonfire was lit not far away, and Mogar took out the ingredients and began to teach him how to make barbecue.

After a while, there was a burst of meaty aroma, and looking at the golden and buttery roast legs on the bonfire, Mo Jiaer swallowed.

Suddenly there was a sound in the grass, and Mojar looked nervously, feeling that something was approaching, but Sparky looked calm, and even smiled slightly, and continued to roast the meat.

The sound of the grass rustling grew louder and louder, and at one point, a severed head appeared in the light of the bonfire, and when he saw the evil spirit, Mogar remembered Orlov, who had been lost due to his panic.

Mogar happily ran over and stroked the evil spirit that lowered its head, when Spark's voice rang out: "Untie it, let it survive on this edge on its own, it is not easy to train with it, and it is also good for its growth." ”

"Well, what is it that I took to defeat the boss, what if I can't find it if I let it go?

"I released it into the Monster Mountain Range, you Orlov is different, you see, it's not coming back on its own?"

"It's called the Evil Spirit, the Evil Spirit, the Evil Spirit. Mogar emphasized, and after saying that, the evil spirit seemed to understand Mogar's words, and made a loud noise from his nostrils.

Mogar removed the set from the demon and put it in the ring, keeping it for later use. He raised his hand and patted the demon's neck, then returned to his original seat and sat down, continuing to watch the Spark's barbecue, and the demon walked over to Mogar and lay on his stomach, also staring at the barbecue on the campfire.

Finally, when the barbecue was ready, Mojar took out the wine from the ring, poured a glass for himself and Spark, took the barbecue, drank the wine, and ate the meat in a big gulp, his mouth full of oil, at this time the evil spirit turned over and stood up, crossed to Spark's side, and directly bit away the leg meat that Sparker had prepared for himself, returned to Mogar, and sat down with Mogar's ass, with his two hind hooves crossed, and his two front hooves holding the meat and starting to gnaw.

Mo Jiaer stared at his eyes and opened his mouth wide, and the piece of meat he had just bitten fell directly to the ground, looking at the scene in front of him with a look of astonishment, and suddenly Mo Jiaer jumped up from the grass and shouted: "What the hell? What is the situation in this sitting position? Don't all horses eat grass? When did the horses start to eat meat instead?"

Sparker laughed: "Sure enough, I think this Orlov is a little strange." Xiao Mo, don't forget, Orlov is half of the blood of Warcraft, and it's not strange to eat meat, but this sitting posture... I don't understand either, hahahahaha..."

The demon quickly finished nibbling on a piece of the leg, and it glanced twice at the wine bottle on the grass, and when Mogar saw its eyes, he reached out and snatched the wine bottle, and said loudly, "Don't even think about it, you strange fellow." ”

After Mo Jia finished speaking, the evil spirit snorted, looked away, bit the piece of meat thrown by Spark, and continued to gnaw, and Spark also taught Mo Jia the skills needed to survive in the Warcraft Mountain Range while eating.

When he had finished eating, Sparky took out a pitch-black bottle and said to Mogar, "Sprinkle some of the contents around here." ”

"What's in there?"

"The powder after the dung of the sixth-level demonic beast Spinosaurus was dried. ”

"Dragons, dragons, dung, dung!" Mogar looked black.

"It's just that there is a trace of dragon blood flowing in his body, and it has nothing to do with the dragon clan. Like the feces and hair of the spiny dragon, it has a suppressive effect on some low-level magical beasts or some beasts. In the future, if you can't find a safe place, put some high-ranking demonic beast fecal powder and other things around. ”

"Oh. The moment Mogar opened the cork, the demon who was lying on his stomach suddenly struggled to stand up, and then Sparker glared at the demon, and the evil spirit gradually calmed down, and Mogar began to sprinkle powder when he saw this, and after sprinkling, Mogar found that the surroundings seemed to be much quieter.