The people of the Ice Peak Fortress have a good impression of Feiqi, and there is nothing bad about being kind to people, the training is full of complaints but never lazy, and the tasks assigned to him can be completed completely, the key is to never put on any aristocratic shelves, and treat everyone equally. Of course, there is something strange about Feige that is incomprehensible: he often comes up with strange things for no apparent reason.

The earliest was a metal can with two golden calves printed on it, and inside it was a super sweet drink. Feige says that the drink was given by the Goddess of Truth Thunder, but everyone thinks it's not like that. Blessing this kind of thing is just once or twice, it can't always happen, right? We don't have a specific count on how many cans we drink, but it always exceeds the number of two cans per person. This Feiqi is not a child of the goddess, and the drink should not be a snack currently provided to the child, should it?

After that, Feige went out the door and picked up a cat. Everyone knew it was a ghost cat cub at first, but now they are not very sure: who has ever seen a ghost cat so smart and able to fly?! The most bizarre thing is that even the old man Kipling is very secretive about this cat, and he uncharacteristically does not include the situation of this new creature in the report. If in the past, when a new creature appeared in the Sunset Mountains, the old man would definitely record it in detail and report it in time, so that the other fortresses of the church would also know about the new situation.

When the snow closed the mountain, Feige didn't know where to concoct some kind of device, and kept it hidden from others. Kailie noticed this and was a little curious, but Feige had already passed the enhancement ceremony and was no longer a student of the Ice Peak Fortress, so Kailie couldn't control him. He will monitor the lives of the students, but will never rummage through the belongings of "colleagues", but this does not prevent the formation of an impression of "Feiqi is mysterious".

Then, beside the stream of the barren mountains, Feige pulled out two more bags of strange things.

When opened, the packet was full of suspicious brown powder, some scented, some tickling the nose. The other packet was even stranger, containing "carvings" of vegetables, small pieces of minced meat that were hard to stuff between teeth, and strange yellow pieces. However, when these things were thrown into the water, they immediately began to deform and swell, and then they turned into vegetables, meat, and egg flowers, and the color was very fresh.

"Is this true?" Tron looked curious, almost leaning on the surface of the broth to observe. Then he smelled a strong aroma emanating from the tumbling stew, and after just inhaling a little, he was already secreting a lot of saliva.

"What are you putting in there? Is this some kind of spell? Divine magic doesn't seem to have that, does it?"

"It's not a spell, but if you have to say it, it's a little bit of alchemy......" Feige took two slender sticks of wood from the pyre and used them as long chopsticks to stir the stew in the pot and help them turn over. "This thing is guaranteed to be non-toxic and can increase the aroma and umami of the food. However, this is originally fresh meat, and Titian seems to be a bit of a trick...... Forget it, let's do it this time, treat yourself before the big war. ”

Tron's eyes widened as he watched Feige make various dexterous movements with his two sticks, and he was speechless in surprise. He also found two wooden sticks to study awkwardly, and then sighed after dropping the stick for the third time: "I didn't expect the nobles to play so many tricks......

"Don't sigh at these things, rummage through the dry food cakes, don't bake the paste. I guess it'll get better soon. ”

It's impossible to cook and eat in the wild like at home, with a medium-low heat for an hour to let the aroma of the bones seep out and the flavor of the spices inhale – there's no time to wait. Modern life unconsciously saves a lot of time, which is very important in the field. Find firewood, make fires, handle food, bury debris, set beds, set traps, and maintain weapons and armor. Therefore, it is impossible for two people to wait for the meat to be completely stewed, as long as it is cooked and can be eaten, they have to start eating. It may take a bit of effort to get your teeth, but the rest of the time is for more important safety.

"Fragrant, really fragrant. Tron nibbled on a meaty bone. The bone was still hot, and he needed to keep changing his fingers to grasp it, and he was snorting and blowing while burning his tongue. "I feel warmer, how about you?"

"Same. "Fechfch is much more elegant and relaxed than Tron. He uses spells to suspend flesh and bones in the air so that his hands don't burn. He then breaks open dry food cakes and dips them in broth (instant noodle flavor). If Tron were asked to describe aristocratic demeanor, he would always give this example.

Of course, if Feige hadn't sat cross-legged on the moss and took off his shoes and baked the soles of his feet at the same time, Tron's idea (misunderstanding) would have been more certain. He nibbled on his own meat and drank the soup while observing Feige's various actions. Whether it's manipulating two slender sticks to scoop up pieces of meat, or using spells instead of hands to suspend meat in the air to cool it down quickly. He felt that he would never learn that kind of gesture. However, he also noticed that Feige sometimes frowned, thinking he was in a bad mood, so he asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about why the teleportation spell can't get the meat out of the soup. I could see the location of the piece of meat through the noodle soup, but the spell seemed to be separated by water. But as long as the meat is slightly above the water, I can cast the spell...... It's weird, I thought spell aiming was based on the eyes......"

Tron didn't learn much in this area, and couldn't say anything, so he lowered his head and gnawed on the meat. It's too troublesome to learn spells, and you have to recognize words first, not only the ordinary words, but also the runes of the church, the higher words of Heaven Mountain, and even the words and spell runes of other races. Tron had only made a distinction between everyday and written language, and was still climbing the mountain called "Ecclesiastical Beauty." He was a little envious of Feiqi's ability to understand a lot, but he also knew that without the foundation of aristocratic education and hard and long-lasting study, Feige would not have progressed so quickly.

The two of them had their own concerns, but the meal was still very comfortable. More than 20 catties of rock beasts, remove the hard carapace on the back, and then remove the miscellaneous things that can't be eaten (I don't know how to eat), as well as seven or eight catties of meat, and the two of them all killed it in one meal. The long-lost feeling of fullness brought by meat made both of them not want to move, but only wanted to lie on the soft moss cushion and sleep well.

However, when the night really falls, one will go to sleep, and the other will definitely be awake. Sleepers lay by the fire, holding the heat from the leeward side of the rocks, listening to the crackling of wood and charcoal and the whispering of the breeze. But he who is awake cannot be by the fire. If you look at a bright fire and it affects your eyes that observe the darkness, it can't be called a vigil. In addition, hiding in the shadows can also reduce the chance of being killed by the enemy's sneak attack in the first place.

As long as you keep vigil, vigil is safer than sleeping, and that's sometimes the case.

Each of them slept for about five hours, so they could set off at dawn. Due to their proximity to the territory of the Horned Winged Monsters, they have been transformed into battle costumes. For example, change into single-layer shoes and single-layer gloves that are convenient for movement and combat, put weapons in easy reach, and sprinkle the smell of medicinal powder on the body.

They walked all morning, and at noon they ate two mouthfuls of dry rations for the march, drank some water, and sent them away. It was a mouthful of slag to chew and salty, and it was easy to stop thinking about hunger. They did not stop and spent the whole afternoon in the mountains. Before I knew it, it was dusk again, and a dark shadow approached from the distant sky.

It was undoubtedly a horn-winged beast. Feige whispered a warning, and the two men immediately began to dodge. Quickly and silently, they lay down at the bottom of a cliff, hiding themselves with the help of the sheep's tooth plants protruding from the rocks, and quietly observed.

"Is that yours?" Fitch picked Midnight off the top of his head and held it in his arms, keeping the rocks above his head from squeezing it. "I saw what seemed to be something under its claws, arms and legs. Are there humans around here?"

"Impossible......" Tron narrowed his eyes and tried to look over.

The one flying through the sky was indeed the horned winged demonic beast that Tron was targeting. Apparently, it has come out of its hibernation burrow, completed all preparations for flight, and has begun to regain its strength by hunting. This is not good news, and the restoration of flight ability increases the difficulty of hunting. However, this also provides an opportunity: the horned winged monster has been hungry for a long time, so when it finally has something to eat, its vigilance will decrease, and the food entering its mouth does not mean that it will immediately have combat effectiveness, but will be weakened. It depends on whether the two of them can seize the opportunity.

As the horn-winged beast passed directly above the two of them, it spread its huge membrane wings and began to glide and slow down, and the two men finally saw what was under its feet. In the left and right claws were three creatures the size of human children, all with large and bulky heads, ugly appearances, and pitiful bodies that were comparatively scrawny. Their skin is yellowish-green, hidden beneath tattered clothes that barely count as leather armor.

Those are three goblins, or goblins, which are called differently in different places, but they all have a similar perception of this creature, which can be summed up in two words: "hate". This creature is generally not strong, and it is basically no match for humans of the same height in a one-on-one match, let alone a stronger race. But they always gather, harassing villages, stealing crops, and stealing supplies, relying on the three things goblins are best at: multiplying territory, holding the rudder to their thighs when the wind blows, and scattering trees.

"Are there any goblins around here?" Tron actually asked Feiqi, who was of course confused. The farther west you go, the harsher the living environment becomes, and in order to survive, you need either a strong and united social organization, or you need excellent personal strength, neither of which the goblins have. Moreover, goblins are creatures that can easily pop out in a large number, and they must come out to find food, and they can't hide it. But after so many years of teaching the fortress group, the dragons have seen several, but they have never seen a goblin.

"Look, that goblin is going to do something!"

Sure enough, a goblin was unwilling to die, secretly took off his shoes, and took out a sharp thing like a dagger from the bottom of his foot. He mustered up his courage and stared viciously at the claws of the horn-winged beast, raising his dagger aloft.

The horn-winged beast shook suddenly—it didn't notice the goblin's movements, it should have just loaded the turbulent air in the mountains—the goblin's dagger didn't hold it steady, and it was out of its hands at once. So, a sharp knife fell from the sky, accompanied by a burst of cries and a lot of tears. The goblin on the paw sneered happily, as if he had forgotten that he was still in the claw.

Feige watched it with relish, but unfortunately the horned beast flew away. It turned around the hill in front of it, flying lower and lower, and it looked like it was about to land. That direction was exactly where Tron had last spotted the lair.

The two decided to change their plans and do it now instead of waiting for tomorrow. There are definitely risks involved, but compared to facing a well-fed horned beast tomorrow morning, the coming night is a minor problem.

The goblin's blade fell to the ground and stuck straight into the stem of a plant, and Feige picked it up. He didn't think much of it, but thought that if there was a chance to avenge those goblins, it might be more memorable to use this "dagger".