After the tranquility, Mogar suddenly felt a little lonely, he missed Spark, he missed the village of Macent, and he missed his parents. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although he was mature, he was only eight years old after all, thinking about it, his eyes were slightly wet, and he touched the corners of his eyes, in order to calm his mood and drive away the loneliness, he had to absorb the elements with all his strength and immerse himself in the magic element.

The next morning, worthy of the special medicine, Mojiaer's calf wound had basically healed, and his movement was no longer hindered, and he who planned to continue to move north, he thought about canceling this idea, after all, there was not much Purple Flame Beast bone powder. (30 days)

So Mojar continued to practice archery and sword practice here, and the shooting distance of 20 meters made it several times more difficult. After 12 days, Mojar's best shot could only reach the second ring.

Three days passed, that is, a month and a half to the edge of the Warcraft Mountain Range, at more than 11 o'clock in the morning, 20 meters in front of the arrow target, Mo Jiaer carried the quiver on his back, held the bow in his left hand, pulled the string with the arrow in his right hand, aimed at the bull's-eye, and at a certain moment, let go of his right hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."Mogar continued to shoot arrows, and after 18 arrows, Mogar looked at the 6 arrows at the bullseye and the 12 arrows outside the bull's-eye, and Mogar thought to himself, "It is estimated that in two more days, we will all hit the bull's-eye." I didn't expect it to take about 17 days this time, so if I was adding a distance of 5 meters..."Mo Jiaer stopped imagining, afraid that he would be hit.

He put the wooden arrow in the quiver, looked at the time, and then took the bow and carried the arrow around to look for prey and settle lunch.

......

In a camp 2 kilometers away from where Mogar practiced archery, a group of children in magician's robes were laughing and playing, with an average age of about 10 years old, divided into two main areas, the boys' area was more noisy and the girls' area was quieter, all sitting around the campfire watching a middle-aged man in a warrior's costume prepare lunch.

From time to time, a boy ran out of the boys' area to the girls' area to trick or treat, causing the girls to cry out in dissatisfaction.

There is a huge open space in the camp with 42 tents erected on it, 40 smaller dark green tents in the middle area, respectively for boys and girls, a smaller tent on the left side of the perimeter, which is for women from the outside, and a large gray tent on the right for three people, including the middle-aged man.

At this time, at the door of the tent on the left stood an extremely beautiful woman, she was tall, she looked about 21 years old, but she gave people an extremely stable feeling, and a pair of big blue eyes made it easy to get lost.

She looked at the frolicking scene in the center of the camp with big eyes, and sighed: "It's good to be a child, carefree!".

On the trunk of an ancient tree on the outskirts of the camp, a little girl with a ponytail nibbled on a purple smoke fruit and shook her calves, showing her vitality.

Suddenly, she stared at a beating object in the forest, and then her eyes lit up slightly, and she shouted, "The first-level demonic beast snow rabbit, aha, it's mine." ”

After speaking, she jumped off the tree and approached the snow rabbit, and at a distance of 3 meters from the snow rabbit, the little girl looked at the snow rabbit in front of her in surprise.

Suddenly, the snow rabbit made an incredible grimace at the little girl, and then ran out of the way with a "whoosh", and then turned around and stopped, as if waiting for the little girl to chase it.

This piqued the little girl's curiosity, and she chased in the direction of the snow rabbit, unaware that she was moving away from the camp.

......

On the edge of the Warcraft Mountain Range, in the Mo area, Mogar was half-squatting next to a pile of Pasar thorns, holding a bow and string to aim at a giant horned elk in front of him who was grazing with his head down, because the Paza thorns are the most bitter plant unique to the Warcraft Mountain Range, but it is also the most common plant, and most herbivorous beasts hate this plant, so they tend to skip the Pazamo thorn pile, and naturally ignore the Mogar who paused aside.

Suddenly, the giant horned elk seemed to be frightened, and bounced up in an instant, and then ran out of Mogar's field of vision after a few ups and downs, he put down his bow and arrows, leaned in, and saw a snow rabbit flash in front of him, "Snow Rabbit?" stared at the snow rabbit's flickering figure again, and then his face changed, and then a little girl wearing a magician's robe and a ponytail also shook in front of Mogar's eyes, completely ignoring Mogar hidden in the thorns.

"Girl, magician, I've been here for so long and finally met a human, if... I'm sure I'll be able to kill her in one hit when she doesn't react now..."Thinking of this, Mo Jiaer quickly shook his head, "Hey, I've fought with demonic beasts so much that I even have this kind of thought about humans." ”

Staring at the little girl's distant figure, Mo Jiaer's face kept changing, and then he gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Although I don't know how your little girl appeared here alone, but for the sake of your cuteness, I will help you!" Determined to make up her mind, Mo Jiaer changed into a cloak, put on a hat, and chased after the little girl with a few ups and downs. In fact, Mo Jiaer didn't see the little girl's face clearly, but had an inexplicable idea to help the little girl.

After a while, Mo Jiaer appeared sideways from behind an ancient tree, stretched out his hand to stop the little girl, and shouted: "Wait, don't..."

"Bang" Mojiaer was knocked back two steps, he hurriedly shook his aching hands, and at the same time the little girl also blew on the white little hands, "Ah, it hurts me to death!"

Then Mogar approached her, and the little girl seemed to be frightened, and took two steps back, but said in her mouth, "You... Who are you? Why stop me, my snow hare is lost by you, you have to give me back a snow hare. ”

After hearing this, Mo Jiaer snorted coldly and said, "Idiot, that's the second-level demonic beast mutant Jiaohu. ”

"Who are you scolding for white... Wait, this voice—" The little girl was halfway through her speech, and suddenly rushed in front of Mogar, and before he could react, she took off Mogar's hat with one hand.

"Little... Little brat, I thought it was a short hunter. The little girl looked at Mojiaer's immature face with wide eyes and said in a lost voice.

"You... You're a little brat!" Mogar also stared at the extremely beautiful little girl in front of him with wide eyes, "What a delicate face!"

Big eyes widened, and after a few seconds, the two of them said at the same time:

"Hmph, what are you staring at, it's bigger than your eyes!"

"Why do you want to learn from me!"

"You're just learning from me!"

The two stopped at the same time, at this time the mutant fox actually stopped 10 meters away, tilted his head to look at the two arguing, suddenly Mo Jiaer quickly pulled out a wooden arrow from the quiver, turned his head to look at the fox, "whoosh" The wooden arrow instantly shot towards the fox, the fox didn't expect Mo Jiaer to be so sudden, although it tried its best to dodge, but was still shot in the right leg by Mo Jiaer, it wailed, flashed into the grass with the wooden arrow, and Mo Jiaer ran towards the direction where the fox disappeared.

After a while, Mo Jiaer appeared in the original place with a mutated fox that had lost his breath, and he was a little surprised to see the little girl who was still squatting on a stone in place, and the little girl was also a little surprised to see him appear again.

Mo Jiaer sat down with the stone beside her and asked, "Why don't you leave, I don't know that it is very dangerous to stay alone in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, especially a little girl like you." ”

"Why are you back again? My positioning bracelet has been left in the camp and I can't find my way back to the camp. You're not alone, you're still a little kid. ”

“... I'm just passing through this. ”

"Hmph, who believes it!"

"It's pathetic!"

"You..."

At this time, both of their stomachs were "gurgling", and the two looked at each other awkwardly, and Mogar asked:

"You have a camp, so it shouldn't be far from here, right?"