For the past few days, the Agui Beast has spent all day and night in the meadows of the wasteland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The green grass that has just sprouted from the soil is full of water and grows very quickly, and every day you feel that this wasteland is a little greener again. The Yagui beast loves to nibble on the tender and bitter alfalfa sprouts, and in just a few days, it has pasted back the fat that had fallen out of the overnight rush a few days ago.

The four of us sat in the leather saddle of the back of the Aguimon, quietly watching the group of hyenas crouching on the edge of the pool, and the mutated hyena queen of the hyenas seemed to sense something and looked over to us. But in the midst of such quiet staring, we left here and headed west along the Urutu River. Kuzi is a little unwilling, for this group of hyenas who came silently and tried to fight to the death with us, Kuzi's idea is actually very simple, even if he leaves, he must beat up this group of wasteland hyenas who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard, with our strength to deal with more than 100 wasteland hyenas, there is still a fight.

But in the end, it was Kuz who proposed to abandon this revenge plan, and I told him that I was reluctant to give up my precious Frost Scrolls, and in the face of this group of wasteland hyenas who were cornered, if we did not use the Frost Scrolls, I am afraid that in a quarter of an hour, we would be torn to pieces by the hyenas who swarmed up.

This kind of group battle will definitely not change anything because we have a magician apprentice in our team who can cast magic bullets, nor will there be any concessions from these wasteland hyenas because Kuz is an orc hunter, everything is a fight for survival, the hyenas have no way out, but we are only travelers after all, and after so many days, we have gained enough benefits in this saltwater pond, it is only a matter of time before we leave. Looking at the mutated adult hound queen in the hyena pack, I knew how difficult this battle would be after the release conflict, and we didn't have to fight for it at all, so I threw everything I could take with me on the back of the Aguimon before the fog was dispelled by the sun, and then left here in the Aguimon.

These days, we have all gained something.

Kuz harvested the first wind wolf in his hunting career, it was a lone and injured wasteland monster wind wolf, we saw it very embarrassed at that time, its fur seemed to be torn by other beasts, and it was bloodstained, I don't know if its own blood was stained with the blood of other beasts, one leg was lame, and it limped when it walked. It is precisely for this reason that we are tempted to draw its attention. Then came Kuz's solo show, where he skillfully used the Frost Trap and Bow to shoot the Wind Wolf, and Kuz began to like the Frost Scroll and Birdcatcher traps, which he preferred to use directly during hunting rather than ambush in advance. Throw it directly in front of the monster and smash it in the face...... So he had his own wolf tooth necklace, although only four of the sharpest and sharpest wind wolf canines were worn on a rough hemp rope, this necklace still seemed a little thin, but this was Kuz's first Warcraft beast bone necklace made by himself, it represented the peak ability of a wasteland orc hunter, and it represented that the owner of the necklace was a Warcraft hunter.

Qige finally succeeded again, she added a magic herb called Black Oil Bean to the moonlight ink, and the fire-gathering scroll drawn with this moonlight ink that changed the recipe, when burning, the burning effect was much higher than before, and the flame center was larger than the flame center when the previous scroll burned, and this scroll burned for three days and three nights in a row, and it was not extinguished. When our Agui beast walked on the wasteland, it looked very strange, and a wooden pole stretched out from its back, and a large lantern seemed to hang on it, and the magic scroll burned in it, but on the morning of the fourth day, it was accidentally blown away by the wind, and the flame burned the rope on the lantern, and the scroll fell from the lantern and went out. The magic scroll that changes the ink recipe is Kige's biggest reward. She triumphantly told me that even if she returned to Grimm Junior School of Magic, she would do enough things in the wasteland to brag about her classmates for a year.

If Qige boldly tried to exclude the sap of the Tranquility Flower in the Moonlight Ink, forming a new type of Moonlight Ink that is extremely unstable, the instability of this new type of Moonlight Ink just makes the magic scroll have the characteristics of repeated use, which is a new discovery in the magic academic community, and we can use the Tranquility Flower Juice as a stabilizer in the Magic Ink. Also, most of the magic inks have tranquilizing flower juice present in them to reconcile the restlessness of the magical elements in the ink, which is a great find. But in the course of these days, we have discovered the Black Oil Bean, a magical herb that was not noticed by magicians. The Path of Flame' magic scroll is an inconspicuous auxiliary material, but adding it to the formula of the Moonlight Ink increases the power of the Gathering Fire scroll by two percent, and the burning time is more than half, so it is certain that the marginal magic herb of the black oil bean is a catalyst, maybe only a magic herb that has a great catalytic effect on the fire magic scroll, but this is enough. Who could expect a beginner magic apprentice and junior magic apothecary to be as great as the Grand Magister Shatun Ellie who had completed the fifth turn?

Caterina's gain is that she can face a wolf and hold the sword breaker, and although it is still very scary, the progress is obvious. This step, we guessed correctly, Caterina who was sealed with the 'Killing Heart' did not lose the last courage in her heart, but after so many years of autosuggestion and hypnosis, a subconscious was formed in her mind, and this girl with the blood of this rabbit orc is timid by nature, so she will be like this, I think after exercise, Caterina will slowly become stronger. I slowly discovered that Caterina was far more accustomed to life in the moors than I was, that her ears and eyes were second only to the 'survival instinct' in acuity, and that no amount of dry spring trade winds in the moors could blow even the white, lubricated skin even slightly. After getting acquainted with Kuz, I found that an honest child like Kuzi only knew hunting and cooking all day long, and was not interested in anything other than that, Caterina turned back to the state in the caravan, and she would look very ** to familiar people, and even a little more and more like to wear that tight set of magic antelope skin armor that can't be tighter, outlining her slightly plump succubus-like figure full of youth. I found that she was more like a little girl, and her mental state was far less mature than that of Miss Qi, although Caterina will be twenty years old next year, three years older than Qige, but she prefers to be affirmed and encouraged by others, for example, when I comfort her, I can give her a gentle kiss on her white forehead, which will calm her down quickly.

For me these days, the hand holding the magic carving knife is almost grinding out of the cocoon, but I definitely have a deeper understanding of the ability to manipulate magic, I can control the magic into hair-like filaments, and then weave a magic net between my hands with my own ideas, although there is no practicality, but it is very fun and magical.

Kig said to me enviously: I am the best magic apprentice she has ever seen.

And since I've been draining my mana to draw scrolls lately, my 'heating' magic has slowly become level five, and I sometimes have a feeling that every time I increase the level of my 'heating' magic, I can feel the waves in the spiritual sea more clearly. Maybe it's because I'm getting more and more proficient, but when I cast the 'Cloak of Shadow' recently, I obviously feel a little faster, and I guess it's because the jerky spell doesn't make me feel rap anymore!

Everyone is growing, everyone has a little bit of gain, and we are not lonely on this journey.

Our original plan was to go west along the Urutu River, and after some hunting experience in the wasteland, we would find the valley road of the Yelian Mountains and cross the Yelian Mountains to reach the town of Gurudin, but Qige proposed to go deep into the wasteland, and if we were lucky, we might find one or two Demon Emperor Grass, so that the trip to the wasteland would be even more worthwhile.

Along the way, in the depths of this wasteland, we began to meet all kinds of wasteland hunters. Most hunters will have a good mount, and while I've never seen a dragon as the White Wolf warrior Rose again, the Gurborai horse, the wolf, the Thunderrhino and other mounts are common in the wasteland. The terrain of this wasteland is very flat, and if you stand on a mound and look into the distance, you can see the scenery from a few kilometers away, but it also includes the herds of wild beasts and the hunters who are running on the moor.

We're careful to avoid a formidable alien orc hunter as much as possible, even if he's a notoriously docile minotaur. But in the wasteland, for these wasteland hunters who often walk dozens of kilometers away and can't see a chat, it is very happy that a team of hunters appears in the field of vision, as long as they are not chasing prey that must be caught, they will generally drive their mounts to gather together as much as possible, maybe after meeting just to say hello, or to exchange information that they know each other, geographical location and the location of the herd, water sources, and routes can all appear in the information.

I began to slowly discover how hospitable this vast wilderness was. The hunters of the wasteland do not discriminate against us because we are young, but appreciate us more, and occasionally throw the water bladder in their arms, which is even more important than gold in the wasteland, and a hunter can go days and nights without eating any food, but he cannot go without water.

We were also learning the etiquette of the moor, jumping down from the Aguimon, sitting on the ground and boiling a pot of hot water, chatting with the hospitable hunter, and then jumping on their mounts and running their own ways.

Sometimes, when we were camping, its hunters would come and we would treat them warmly with a fragrant broth. Of course, there were bandits in the wasteland who rode up and down like the wind on the Gubolai horses.