The morning was cold, with a hint of loneliness in the thin mist. The blanket of sleep bloomed with an inconspicuous layer of frost, and it would not warm up anymore like a damp rock beneath it. Autumn only had its last breath of heat left, and Winter was squeezing its throat with both hands.

Feige woke up shivering, and then couldn't sleep. His body was shaking, a sign that his muscles were struggling to generate heat. This trembling made the white mist he exhale intermittent, but it was enough for Wu Mama to find that he had woken up.

"Fitch, there's soup, hot. ”

A gentle call gave him strength, prompting him to slowly squeeze out of his sleeping bag. The others are still resting, and it's not easy for everyone, so it's best not to wake them up.

They rested behind rocks on a leeward hillside, with little space and a little distance from the woods, so they couldn't afford a big campfire. The fire in front of Feige and Wu Mama can also heat a teapot. However, put your hand close to the flames, and the heat was hot enough to bring you around.

"Pine needles and a little mint, drink. Wu Mama poured a small half cup of hot "tea" for Feiqi: "Warm your hands first, you can work if you can move, and you can carry it." ”

Wu Mama doesn't usually talk much, but this time he talks a lot—and Feige understands the change. In order to avoid being attacked by wild beasts at night, they have to take turns keeping vigil every day, which means facing the darkness alone in the middle of the night.

Starlight and Moonlight are good friends, but all voices are enemies. The wind blows through the branches, over the ridges, through the crevices of the rocks, and makes different moans, like a resentful banshee breathing softly in her ears. It is pure torture for big animals and small animals to stuff their emotions into the wind and coldly stab them into the hearts of people who are already too tense. In particular, when you hear the crunch of a branch being trampled on, the night becomes the figure of all kinds of imaginary monsters.

At this time, I can only prick up my ears and be alert, and I don't dare to doze off. However, after a period of time, people will wonder if the previous "quack" has happened, whether it is a hallucination? There is no way to verify it, and there is no way to tell others, so when the solitary vigil is near the end and a friend wakes up, people are talkative.

"It's the tenth day, can you still hold on physically?" said Wu Mama, gently breaking a tree branch and thrust it into the campfire. Soon, everyone who feels the change in light will wake up one after another, and it will be time to ramp up the heat and bake the dry food.

"I've never suffered this kind of sin before, so I can't answer you unless I can't hold on anymore. Feige took a sip of the plant-scented tea, the heat flowing through his body, and the sensation was no different from being resurrected from hell. "Wu Mama, what are we going to eat in the morning?"

"There's still one meal of dry food left, and that's breakfast today. Soak in boiling hot spring water, add some wine, and serve with two cloves of garlic. After that, we have to decide what to eat depending on the hunt, or to dry the meat strips. ”

"For Dili, trouble is about to begin. ”

Wu Mama nodded. Elves have a custom of not eating meat, and their protein and fat needs are addressed from plants. Everyone has been saving dry food for Didlet, leaving her purely plant-based biscuits and bread. However, there will always be a day when these things will spoil in the wild, and they will last longer than salted strips of meat.

"Unless there are dehydrated vegetables or canned food. Feige muttered.

Wu Mama heard it, but he didn't hear it, in fact, the main reason was that he didn't understand. In the past ten days of going out, Feige has been practicing mantras, even in the interval of storytelling, the phrase "SUA" has basically become a common spell that cannot be lingered in everyone's mind, and even when he sleeps, he will echo the sound of "SUA, SUA" in his dreams. No way, his story is too good, and his practice is too hard, in order to get the former, the latter has to endure it.

In addition to SUA, Feige is experimenting with other spells, so from time to time he will come up with terms that people don't understand, such as dehydrated vegetables or canned food. At first, everyone was curious and would ask him what those words were. Feige didn't hide it, and would tell everyone about it, but no one could understand it. There seems to be some truth to what is involved, but it is more of some kind of conjecture. Considering that Feige didn't show signs of madness, what everyone didn't understand must be spell spells.

Just then, Didlet rolled over and threw her arms from one side of the bladder to the other, nearly hitting Ramsden's round nose. "Vegetable ......," she said vaguely.

Didriet was the only one who slept with her arms outside her sleeping bag, and the temperature in the mountains didn't seem to have any effect on her. Not only that, but in terms of stamina, flexibility, and strength, she also overwhelmingly dominated several people except for Kyle and Tron, much to the frustration of Ramsden and Wu Mama. However, Carley said that Didlet's ability comes from the goddess, and their ability comes from daily training, which is actually better than hers.

Fei Qi couldn't see the advantage of physical training over divine training, but he wouldn't break it either. Whether it's physical strength, mana, divine power, or the devil's hellish power, as long as it can fulfill his expectations, it's good. He watched Didrite turn over, and said to Wu Mama, "It seems that they are almost awake, keep your eyes on the outside, and I will make breakfast." ”

Wu Mama seemed to have had enough of talking, and became silent again. He looked out from the edge of the rock, the morning light and mist caressing his face, melting away the white frost that loomed. At this time, Feige felt that he was a woman, sitting in the painting, gazing into the future.

"It must be a delusion caused by monotonous food. ”

Weighted co-ordination can improve the efficiency of the use of items, but in many ways it is unfortunate for the stomach, and this effect will become more serious as they spend more time in the field. At this time, distant memories of various delicious dishes from his previous life will surface and torment him, just as hell is to the souls of ordinary people. Asking for and reluctant is a curse that can never be shaken off, and Fitch is increasingly aware of this, and his only way to deal with it is to divert his attention.

“SUA。 ”

As he focused, several things around him floated in turn and headed for their respective destinations. Firewood, pots, water bladders, dry food, spices, Feige can't carry them all at the same time, he can only control one at a time. However, once the destination is set, the spell will allow the items to slide on their own. While the speed cannot be increased in any way, just as a feather cannot accelerate on its own in a free fall, at least it will maintain its motion in a calm manner until it encounters significant resistance or is regained control by the next "SUA".

Tron sat up at once, looked around alertly, and saw no danger. HE TURNED TO LOOK AT THE SUA· Feiqi of SUA said, "I feel like my brain is being dragged into the air - this is the most terrible wake-up spell." ”

"What's for breakfast?" was Didlet's voice. Her voice has the grace and agility of Elven language, but it also has the shortness and power that are characteristic of humans. After all, the goddess's paladins are a militarized organization and are mainly human, so this short strength is a habit developed during training.

"What else could it be? dry food soaked in wine, with a little bit of pungent flavor. Feige stirred the steaming pot with a long spoon, hoping to make the dry food melt more evenly. "After this meal, there was no dry food, so I had to eat meat. What are you going to do, Didlet?"

"I will eat whatever you eat, and meat will do it. "I couldn't hear anything unusual in the elf's voice. She slipped out of her sleeping bag and peered into the soup pot, as if trying to see the difference from the same everyday life. "I asked the goddess if she could eat meat, and she said it was fine. I've eaten it, and I'm not used to the taste, but my stomach is acceptable. ”

"You're the first meat-eating elf I've ever heard of. "When Kyle woke up, he was moving quickly and was already folding his sleeping bag. "Don't worry too much, we'll be mindful of looking for plant-based foods on the road. In fact, if it weren't for the rough manipulation of the marks yesterday, the squirrels could have been stalked and some nuts could have been found from their nests. ”

"I'm sorry. Wu Mama lowered her head.

Kylie didn't continue to criticize him, which was a big difference from usual, but everyone liked the change. "Today's task is very important, and everyone is mental. Ramsden, stop rubbing your eyes, tell me what you're going to do today?"

Chubby held back half of his yawn, and quickly said, "We found the location where the knights were attacked three days ago, and according to the clues there, we tracked down the griffin's lair all the way. Yesterday, we spotted another of its attack sites, which is newer than the previous ones. Today's task is to start a search at this location, preferably close to the griffon's lair, at least to lock its range, and then look for a place where you can set a trap. ”

"Tron, what's there to look out for?" said Kele, who had already folded his sleeping bag and tied it up, continued to ask.

"Griffons can be present at any time, so be on alert, so keep two pairs of eyes looking at the sky at all times. Tron thought as he spoke, "The crossbow should be in a state of readiness for fire, and every two people should keep a safe distance." From now on, we will be in a state of light combat readiness, and this is our second supply and retreat position. ”

Are you ready to fight?, Feige thought for a moment, and let his spirit get excited and tense. He could still vividly remember the attack on Icepeak, the griffon's claws gliding past his eyes, and if he thought about it, he seemed to remember the griffon's gaze a little earlier, as it hovered the sky, looking down and picking its prey.

It was the hunter's gaze, and now he wanted to make his eyes shine that way.

"Is it because you have to be quiet today, you can't listen to the story?" Didrite suddenly thought of this, and felt a little unhappy.

Tron looked at Feige and Didlet, and thought that it would definitely be a good thing if the paladins could protect Feige nearby. So he said, "As long as you keep your voice down, you can still speak." I think there may be fog today, so I still have to rely on the sound to determine everyone's condition. There are not only griffons in the mountains, but also other things. ”