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The fern crows rushed out of their nests and hovered high in the air, making a disgruntled noise.

Gordon's hand retracted from the raven's nest, and a few more orange-red honey aphids appeared in his palm.

Honey aphid is shiny, sweet and fragrant, is the essence secreted by the started aphid after sucking all kinds of nectar, and is specially used for aphid after laying eggs. The fern crows love to eat the fat star-spotted aphids, and when they empty the aphid nests, they will pick up the shiny honey aphid amber to decorate the crow's nest.

"Honey-honey-honey!" The cicada that was dozing off with the magic tree suddenly opened its eyes wide, sniffed with its round little nose, and quickly jumped out of its heart and crawled towards the honey aphid in Gordon's hand.

"Learn to speak first." Gordon closed his palm, wrapped the honey aphid, and said word by word, "Eat—honey." ”

The cicada drooled as she learned to read, "To be—to—to." ”

"It's three words." Gordon repeated slowly, "To — eat — honey." ”

"Eat—eat—eat."

"Still not right."

"Honey - honey - honey." The cicada stared pitifully at Gordon, stretched out her fingers, and scratched the back of Gordon's hand flatteringly. "Itch-itch-itch."

Gordon reluctantly let go of his palm, allowing the cicada to happily carry the honey aphid.

After careful training, the little goblin has been able to understand some human language, and with the help of the heart alliance formed by the two parties, he can faintly sense the change in Gordon's feelings. But no matter how you teach, the cicadas can't say coherent words and sentences, and they can't even do simple repetition.

That's a bit too unusual. It seems that in the future, I will kidnap a few goblin research experts from the Alchemy Society and torture them. Gordon secretly planned to sweep out the fern forest along the river below.

The river flows through the vast and gentle tundra, with turquoise waves on both sides, colorful wildflowers, bees and butterflies, and crisp and loud insect chirps. On the banks of the river, a large herd of antelopes is drinking water and resting. The leading antelope is tall and large, with strong limbs and sharp horns, and looks around vigilantly from time to time.

As soon as he first walked into the tundra, Gordon felt very uncomfortable. The low moss was ankle-free, and the terrain was flat and free of vines, making it impossible for him to use vegetation to hide his life. Once he encounters a fierce beast, he can only fight hard, and he doesn't even have a chance to ambush.

Gordon groaned for a moment, then suddenly turned and returned to the Fern Grove.

"Number 13 is heading back." On the opposite side of the sand dune, Geying moves his monoculars, and the camera follows Gordon's back closely.

"He's gone?" The rebellious boy was stunned and shouted angrily, "This coward! Bad seeds! Under the three indiscriminate! Has he appeared with us? ”

"Impossible." Ge Ying sneered, "Unless his eyes are comparable to a lookout glass." ”

"Maybe he's too tired and plans to go back to the next floor to rest." The rebellious young man drew his short sword and was about to move, "Let's attack quickly, three people are enough to kill him!" ”

"Don't act rashly!" Ge Ying shouted, "From what I know about No. 13, he is by no means a person who gives up halfway. ”

"When's that going to be? I'm suffocating down there. From underneath the fish head mushroom, a muffled voice came from No. 6.

"If you want to wash away the shame, you have to be more patient than him." Ge Ying's monocular lookout paused slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "He really didn't go far, he stopped at the edge of the fern forest." 13 was watching the tundra, and he was very careful. ”

Gordon climbed onto a bushy tiger tooth fern and watched cautiously for the tundra. It wasn't until ten days later that he figured out the pattern of wild beasts in the area and re-entered the tundra.

It didn't take long for him to pick up speed and head straight for the verdant sand dunes in the distance.

"He's up, ready!" Ge Ying put down the monocular lookout glass, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The three of them clenched their swords tightly in unison, holding their breath. They saw Gordon's figure disappearing and disappearing, zigzag through the dense kudzu vines, sometimes like a dexterous bobcat, sometimes like a swimming poisonous snake. Sometimes he leaps up to a high place, pulls the kudzu and flutters, and sometimes he pauses abruptly, looks and retreats backwards, and goes around in circles and speeds again.

3,000 ...... 1,000 ...... 300 meters...... Gordon was getting closer and closer to the ambush circle of the three. Ge Ying's heart couldn't help but "pound" rapidly, and the muscles of his whole body tensed.

"Smack!" Gordon grabbed the kudzu and swung right over the first pit. Releasing the kudzu, Gordon was about to fall, when suddenly his eyes flashed, he turned over and leaped, and grabbed the kudzu above again.

Kudzu swayed back and forth in mid-air, and Gordon stared at the thickly covered dry vine leaves on the ground. Along the way, there are obviously more fallen leaves and dead moss here than before. He looked further, and the tendrils of the iron-whiskered kudzu vines hung down to the ground, slightly taut. And in the distance, the tendrils all curled upward, and none of them extended to the ground!

Pitfall!

At the moment when Gordon was alarmed, a scimitar spun through the sky and cut through the kudzu vine!

Gordon's hand loosened and fell sharply. Fish flip! He rolled over in the air, reached out with one arm, and grabbed the kudzu vine on the other side. "Whoosh!" A cold light suddenly erupted from the moss bushes diagonally behind, forcing him to shrink his arms and fall straight down.

Dense and shining iron needles whistled across Gao Deng's forehead, rubbing out streaks of blood. Seeing that he was about to land, Gordon suddenly lay on his stomach, his limbs stretched out, forming a "big" character.

"Whoa!" Gordon touched the ground, and the dead vines and fallen leaves shook off, revealing the pit dug underneath. The pit is about three meters deep and one meter in diameter, and there are sharpened rattans stuck in the pit, like a dense forest of spears. Gordon's hands and feet just supported the edge of the pit, and the whole person hung on the pit, the tip of the vine no more than half a foot from his chest and abdomen.

The needle rain shot out again and hit Gordon's back. The eagle's body spread, and it swooped down from a high place, and the scimitar swung a crescent-shaped cold light.

Gordon stood upside down with his hands, head down and on his feet, and the whole person flipped over the pit. Several needle rains hit him on his calves, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

The eagle's sword flashed, the vine whiskers broke, and the machine moved. The vines flicked up like bowstrings, and the sand and poisonous powder tied to the ends splashed one after another, like a thick smoke cover towards Gordon.

Gordon's cloak rolled out with a "bang", blocking the smoke in front of him, and the whole person took off from the cloak and retreated sharply.

The moss leaves splashed, and the rebellious boy swooped out and rushed towards Gordon. With the help of the momentum, the short sword was ruthless and fast, and invisible source force needles bloomed around the tip of the sword.

Gordon flew back as he swung his dagger and parried the dagger. The source force needle rain was as thin as a gossamer, unstoppable, and pierced into the skin one after another, stabbing out red blood spots. "Dang!" Gordon picked up the dagger, pulled away the short sword, and suddenly counterattacked with his left palm, stabbing the opponent's throat like a snake.

The rebellious young man snorted coldly, and at the same time turned out a short sword in his left hand, stabbing it into Gordon's palm. Gordon's palm sank, his five fingers were like hooks, and the degree suddenly accelerated, and he buckled the wrist of the rebellious young man.

Gordon was about to break his opponent's wrist. Hearing the sound of "click", the eagle above decisively waved the knife, the kudzu vine fell, and a large net woven by rattan fell from above!