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Today's lunch is not bad, it is barbecue, and the barbecue in my hand has been inserted with an iron skewer.

The various seasonings on the barbecue have also been prepared, and the only thing to do is to manipulate the heat energy to heat the barbecue, and add some seasonings according to personal taste, and everything will be perfect.

The rain is completely cut off from them.

Above everyone's head, and above the cart dragging the goods, there was an invisible, magically made umbrella.

When the rain reaches a height of one meter above people's heads, it encounters an invisible obstacle, along an invisible arc, slowly sliding down the grass, along the board around a meter of the ground, the ground is completely dry, there is no sticking to the slightest moisture, and the wind is not isolated, after passing through the barrier, it becomes weak, and becomes a warm breeze, which does not affect the taste of the barbecue.

Although the caravan is in charge of food, but for financial reasons, in order not to pay the food fee, as the caravan entourage, they will still bring their own food, only occasionally rub a meal or something, and no one will mind, and they get along quite well.

At the beginning, the group of classmates from the same school who came out with the caravan had already left six at once, and now there were two left, saying that they would continue to follow until they reached their hometown.

Albert took the roast beef in his hand, and was heating it evenly with a fireball, and from time to time the fragrant butter dripped down, which he used his magic to put into the glass bottle next to him, and the aroma of the food seriously affected the other people around him, and the caravan's current food was a bowl of rice and green vegetables, similar to potatoes and plants, plus a little braised pork, which was not as delicious as barbecue.

It's just that he also said that he doesn't have much barbecue on his body, and he can't invite others to eat if he doesn't have any extra, he said it very directly, and no one thinks there's anything wrong.

People here don't do anything to save face.

You have it, if you don't, you don't, just say it, people won't say anything you don't give face, the Avaranga people are like this, what they hate the most is talking around the corner, although they still understand this, but they definitely don't like it.

Of course, if you die in the same situation as him, they will also be very happy, happy that someone is willing to be the wrongdoer.

At least he didn't want to be wronged.

The open meadow where the caravan was stationed was surrounded by only a few low shrubs, so there was no need to worry about the trees falling, not at all, and the relatively flat terrain did not have to worry about landslides and mudslides, such incidents could only hurt the professionals if they were completely unprepared, but after all, it affected the mood, and no one would want to encounter it.

Today seems a little different than usual.

In the sight of the people, a tiger appears, a creature that writes that the tiger reads as a big cat.

Generally speaking, in the current weather, tigers should hide in burrows that don't know where.

In the wind and lightning, the tiger came out of the woods and out of the bushes, and without any concealment of its form, it swaggered and pulled over, and the sewage mixed with the dirt stuck to its fur, which should be shiny and smooth, and gathered into crusts of dirt on the hair.

The carnivore looked embarrassed.

It had fought in an unknown place, scratches from other animals, several deep wounds, presumably infected, and pus could be seen in the enhanced vision, and the shaking of its body indicated that the wound was inflamed.

At the same time, it is also very thin as one of the top carnivores.

It should have been a while since it had eaten enough to see the lines of its bones on its fur.

Albert has already developed his spiritual power, he can use his spiritual power to see many things that are invisible to the naked eye, he sees everything within a radius of fifty meters, every small grass, is faintly glowing, belonging to their energy circulation system, is trying to absorb small points of light, integrate into it, maintain their survival.

At the same time, he could see about a meter underground, some hares and mice hiding in it, curled up in the burrow, trying to squeeze out the warmth, the light on their bodies was also very faint, and it seemed very constant.

And then there are the trees, whose light is not going to be extinguished, and who are being ravaged by the wind.

Finally, he saw the tiger, and he "saw" the lines in the tiger, the lines that were activated.

This is a magical beast, a magical beast that can manipulate magic.

Everyone else has also noticed that Warcraft can pose a certain threat to professionals, and it is not at the same level as ordinary beasts, and the attitude of dealing with it is also different, and it is still the same as unfolding its own wizard cover, in this state, there is no attack that exceeds the limit of the wizard cover, whether it is physical or energy, there is no way to hurt wizards, unless it is a special rune prop.

However, it was still difficult for the cricket tigers to get them serious, and the only way for the caravan sixty to deal with it was that they had quickened their meals.

Well, a tiger is not a threat, and the people sitting here can be dealt with by themselves, and the only reason to use the wizard hood is for insurance, and there are some habitual factors, so they just speed up their meals, and are a little unhappy because they are disturbed at meal time.

One thing is certain, and that is that the tiger is certainly not here to curry favor with people for food.

It had stretched out its claws, bared its mouth, bared its fangs, muscles strained all over its body, and a blade-like wind erupted from its claws, and it rushed towards them.

Everyone has gathered their magic and is ready to release their magic at any time, as long as this tiger rushes within ten meters in front of people, it will be attacked by magic and there is no place to bury, although this thing is a protective animal, and if it threatens the personal safety of the citizens of Avaranga, they still have the right to defend themselves.

Only the next moment, the magic dissipated.

It was hit by something and fell straight down.

In the extremely fast dynamic vision, the process was clear, it was an enchanted anesthetic needle, several low-flying wizards had numbed it with a tranquilizer gun, the only threat was gone, and no one was going to continue to exert some effort to kill it.

"Wait a minute----- please don't hurt it!!"

The loud shouts of the people and the uniforms they wore successfully discouraged people from continuing to do so.

Seven or eight wizards, dressed in the uniforms of the Animal Control Center, and some civilians, wearing the insignia of the Animal Protection Society.

As soon as they landed, they immediately treated the big guy who was sleeping very well, repaired the wound, and at the same time had a person to explain the situation.