"I think I've heard of this plant......," Joan of Arc recalled, "This must be a giant pillar cactus, right? ”

"They look alike, but they're not giant pillar cacti. Ling Mo smiled: "Its name is 'Thorn Head Wooden Fist', it is named because its head and neck are covered with spikes, and there are two woody fibrous 'fists'. While it does have a well-developed root system that prevents it from moving and looks like a plant, the 'Thorn Punch' is essentially classified as an animal, as it cannot use sunlight to synthesize essential nutrients for itself. ”

"Is there a classification between producers and consumers?" Joan of Arc nodded silently, "Before I died, several scholars who studied Warcraft proposed this discussion, but it was not accepted by most people. Listening to Mr. Ling, is this kind of academic view now in the mainstream?"

"That's right, in the current definition of Warcraft, only autotrophic organisms that use sunlight in the strict sense to convert the useless matter around them into nutrients are defined as producers. Ling Mo snorted and popularized the knowledge of modern Warcraft to Joan of Arc: "Creatures that eat plants or other animals are of course defined as consumers, but other autotrophic organisms, even if they can use free magical elements, or what minerals or spars complete autotrophic organisms, are also defined as consumers. ”

"This way of defining ......" Joan of Arc frowned, pondered for a long time, and then asked puzzledly: "This definition is a bit unreasonable, judging from my barren knowledge of Warcraft, I probably want to emphasize that for the mainland, only sunlight is the only foreign energy source?"

"Miss Joan of Arc, your understanding is really good, and you get to the point at once. Ling Mo praised: "This knowledge point, many mainlanders have already learned it in the nine-year compulsory education stage, but many people have not understood the deep meaning behind this sentence." ”

"Deliberately emphasizing this point, the implicit meaning behind it is that the total amount of energy within the continent is limited, otherwise there is no need to distinguish it so strictly, think about it carefully!" Joan of Arc smacked his lips, laughed, and shook his head again: "Forget it, this kind of lofty question, let's leave it to you ultimate powerhouses." As a little headless horseman, I'd better take back my head first and then worry about the country and the people. ”

"I'm not the ultimate powerhouse, I'm just a lost dog. Ling Mo laughed at himself, and then said, "Don't talk about these distant things, it doesn't have much to do with the present." Let's talk about these 'Thorny Wooden Fists', these magical creatures that I often saw in the desperate wasteland on the outskirts of the Molten City before I was targeted or hunted by the Golden Fortress. It took a long time to figure out that they rely on the root system below to absorb water, and then rely on the spikes on their bodies to capture free magical elements to maintain a normal metabolism. ”

Joan of Arc looked at Ling Mo in a daze, and after a long time, he said in a tone of extreme amazement, full of admiration: "Mr. Ling, you are really a great person! It's the first time I've heard someone being chased by the Golden Fortress, and you can still be so calm, and most importantly, you are not dead!

"There's no need to be so surprised, is there?"

"No, no, no, my surprise is actually deeper than I showed! I don't even know how to express my surprise now!" Joan of Arc shook her finger and said several surprises: "Although the human beings in the current society have heard of the horror of the Golden Fortress, for them, the attack on the Golden Fortress is just a piece of historical information after all. And for me, it was the deepest nightmare I've ever experienced! Standing on the Plain of the Breeze and looking up at the majestic Golden Fortress, I don't know how to describe my despair at that time! The only feeling is that human beings ...... It's so small!"

"Alright, don't talk about that again. Ling Mo waved his hand, signaled to stop the topic, pointed to the huge thorny wooden fists in the distance, and said: "These things are the food for our next meal, have a good meal, and then go back to Dalong County, I have a hunch that the Ragdoll Bear and Zero will definitely be waiting for us in Dalong County, after all, it is their home field." ”

"Well, I can't wait!"

Joan of Arc agreed, then looked at those huge thorn-headed wooden fists, frowned, and said, "Mr. Ling, in fact, I can feel that the energy contained in these thorn-headed wooden fists is very rich, more abundant than the Sun Wheel Flower and the Funny Fruit. But for us high-level magical beasts, this kind of huge creature is generally not the first choice for hunting, right?"

"It's true that the huge guy has too little energy area on his body, too much waste, and very limited places to eat. Ling Mo agreed: "I remember that I once caught a giant kun in the Endless Sea, almost more than nine hundred meters long, and I was ecstatic to think that I finally didn't have to worry about food anymore, and even pondered making a plan to raise a kun!"

Listening to Ling Mo's bland narration, Joan of Arc always wanted to complain, but she didn't know where to start, so she had to ask, "What happened later?"

"Later, after actually killing the giant kun, I ran from its head to its tail, and picked out twenty catties of meat and three crystal nuclei to eat. But right...... Miss Joan of Arc, there aren't any good prey around here, so let's make do with these prickly wooden fists first. ”

"Okay...... Then can you tell me first, what parts of these thorny wooden fists can be eaten, I am really a little hungry, I want to fight quickly, I don't want to waste time and energy!"

"These thorny wooden fists are tall, but more than 60% of the tissues are used to store water, and because they live in arid areas, they have evolved a very good water storage structure. When the rainy season comes, you can store hundreds to thousands of tons of water in your body, and you can save a little bit and last for at least two or three years!" Ling Mo first introduced the characteristics of these prickly wooden fists, and then pointed to their ridiculous 'face' and said:

"Do you see that face? The area between the three hollows of the inverted glyph buries its mental tissue, or its brain, which contains very rich energy, which is a good thing to cushion the stomach; in addition, when the female thorny head wooden fist is in estrus, it will bloom a huge top flower with a diameter of several meters on the top of the head, and in the ovary of the flower will give birth to an ovule, which contains ten times more energy than the brain, and is easier to absorb, but to obtain the ovule, it takes a certain amount of luck. ”

"Understood, the target is the triangular area formed between the two eyes and the mouth!" Joan of Arc said as she pulled out her beloved greatsword from behind her back, sensing that the energy in her body that had almost dried up before had recovered somewhat, and she used her legs to exert her strength, jumped high, and slashed out a semicircle of the giant sword from behind her with one hand, bringing up a thick black qi, and slashing towards the face of the piercing wooden fist!

The Headless Horseman's talent skill - Mountain Collapse!

This blow is actually a simplified, weakened version of the Collapse Mountain Splitting Slash, but the launch speed is faster than the Collapse Mountain Splitting Slash, and in Joan of Arc's perception, these thorny wooden fists are no more than a level five demonic beasts, and it is more than enough to use this move.

Seeing that the sword blade was about to hit, the thorny wooden fist that was attacked twisted its body slightly, and looked at Joan of Arc with that abstract and ridiculous face, and then, the red 'right fist' hanging on its side flashed slightly, and the visual effect was like this fist suddenly blurred! Then, Joan of Arc in mid-air didn't see anything clearly, and felt an irresistible huge force, as if he had collided head-on with a speeding train, he flew back upside down at a faster speed along the trajectory of the jump, and was smashed into the ground for more than ten meters like a drill, forming a semi-circular giant crater, stirring up the gravel loess in the sky!

Looking at the center of the giant pit, Joan of Arc, who had a confused and gray face and had not yet reacted to what was happening, Ling Mo hugged his stomach and laughed unscrupulously:

"Ha! Haha! Someone finally ended up with the same fate as me! I wanted to see this scene and thought about it for decades! I finally got what I wanted, haha! I really laughed to death!"

Awakened by Ling Mo's gloating laughter, Joan of Arc shook his head violently, shook off the gravel and clods on his head, supported the ground with both hands, pulled himself out of the ground like a turnip, and shouted with a frenzied face:

"What's going on with this, what's going on with this unimaginable fist speed?! Isn't it just a fifth-level demonic beast? A fifth-level demonic beast can reach this kind of punch speed? It's just the number zero just now, and it's impossible for a sixth-level peak demonic beast that is known for its speed to punch so fast!"

"Don't think it's incredible, the world is full of wonders, just now that was the proud skill of the stabbing wooden fist - Mach thrust jab! Don't look at its huge body, but it can use a fist hanging down its side, like a boxing glove, to hit a Mach-level punch!

"Mach-level fist speed?!" Joan of Arc's eyes widened: "You can't reach the sixth-level Warcraft, right?" doesn't it mean that the Mach-level is the patent of the seventh-level Warcraft?!"

"Don't you notice that although the speed of the punch is so fast that you can't see it clearly, the power of this punch is actually not great? The two red 'gloves' of the thorny wooden fist contain a special acceleration device to increase the speed of the fist to the Mach level. But there are gains and losses, in order to accommodate those acceleration devices, the inside of the fist glove is actually a sponge structure, which is very soft, resulting in a great reduction in the power of this punch. Ling Mo explained with a smile:

"And do you think that if it throws such a fast punch, it doesn't have to pay any price? After a punch, its arm on this side will be temporarily useless, and it will not be able to move for several days, which means that it can only throw two punches. It is with these two very bluffing stunts that the Thorn Wooden Fist can scare those demonic beasts that want to eat it, and it is safe and sound to grow so high with the strength of a fifth-level demonic beast. ”

Hearing Ling Mo's explanation, Joan of Arc went to observe the prickly wooden fist again, and sure enough, he found a problem:

I hit my right fist just now, and at this time it was lying on the side of my body, almost unable to lift it, and it was completely attached to my body, and at the same time it also looked down at Joan of Arc slightly, waving its left fist, and making a threatening 'lotus' sound in its mouth, no matter how you look at it, it tastes like a bluff.

Seeing through the essence of the other party, Joan of Arc smiled silently, jumped high again, and along the same trajectory, swung his sword again and slashed towards the big face of the thorny wooden fist!

The Thorn Punch was a little confused, its slow thinking organization was not enough for it to think about why the opponent in front of it hadn't been scared away. Leave her alone! Just don't smash her down this time, hit her far away, and fly to the edge of the sky, and you won't bother yourself again! After a brief thought, it raised its left arm, aimed at Joan of Arc's small body in mid-air, and struck an even more swift 'Mach Thrust Punch'!

However, it didn't hit!

After suffering a loss, of course, Joan of Arc kept an eye on it, and the upward jumping action was reserved, and when he saw that the arm of the stabbing wooden fist had signs of punching, the giant sword spewed out black gas for example, relying on the reaction force, the body fell rapidly, and it was able to dodge this Mach sudden jab that could not see the trajectory at all!

The wind brought out by the Mach-level fist swept across Joan of Arc's cheeks like a knife, but she was not moved in the slightest, and with a slight pull of force on the opponent's arm, Joan of Arc swept up again like a big bird, and pounced towards the face of the prickly wooden fist!

Seeing this scene, the prickly wooden fist that was fooled finally panicked, it tried its best to raise its two soft arms, let the two red fists touch in front of its chest, and then opened its arms and launched its second stunt -

Sharp bumper fist!!

On the big open chest, countless spikes shot out from the body of the piercing wooden fist, forming a spectacular rain of needles! These stingers were fast and fast, completely enveloping all directions, and it could be called a range attack without any dead ends! Joan of Arc in mid-air was naturally also within the coverage range, and there was no way to dodge at all!

But Joan of Arc didn't want to dodge at all! Compared to the amazing Mach Thrust Punch before, this burst of radioactive needle rain known as 'Sharp Bumper Fist' has not left the category of fifth-level demonic beasts at all, and its power is very limited! She only needs to turn the big sword in her hand in mid-air to keep it airtight, and not a single needle can pierce her body!

In a second or two, Joan of Arc easily broke through the needle rain and landed on the face of the prickly wooden fist. She knew the truth of long nights and dreams, and without any superfluous movements, she directly stabbed the giant sword in her hand between the 'eyes' of the piercing wooden fist, and with one pick and a pick, a large ball of tender green soft body tissue, which looked like a brain, was directly pulled out!

Losing this 'brain', all the movements of the prickly wooden fist were directly frozen, and the tough shell seemed to lose its hardness in an instant, crushed by the thousands of tons of water stored in the body, and the towering body collapsed like a puddle of mud, smashing into a ground of green water!