"Only those who have the heart of a strong man are qualified to be the companions of Hippogriffs."

"The heart of the strong, what is this, can you eat it?" Hearing Luna One's repeated affirmations, Sherlock still couldn't believe that a broken game could still be involved in such a metaphysical thing.

"If I knew what the heart of a strong man is, I'm still here to be blind to you, but you don't have it anyway, it's already obvious to see its performance." Luna One didn't try to roll his eyes, but Sherlock could still hear the deep disdain in the flat, mechanical voice.

"Hey, I'm half your master now, I'm shameless about you like this." The results of the 14th ring are already good, and turning beasts into friends is not what he is good at, and Sherlock does not struggle for the rest of the time, and directly chooses to end the trial.

System Prompt: Druid Induction Trial 2 - Turning Beasts into Friends Completed, successfully domesticated 14 creatures, with a total score of 1197 and a comprehensive evaluation of A.

As the system prompted, a white light flashed, and Sherlock appeared in a green grassland.

System Prompt: Druid Induction Trials Game 3, Lord of the Wild. As a druid, it is necessary to understand nature and communicate with nature, but you have your own attitude towards nature.

The final trials of the Druids and Ranger are both called the Wild Lords, and players generally believe that this is an implicit distinction between the eight main classes of the Forgotten Realms: the 'Books and Bloodlines' of Warlocks and Mages, the 'Fists and Swords' of Warriors and Monks, the 'Songs and Silences' of Thieves and Troubadours, and the 'Guardians of the Faith' of Paladins and Priests.

Although they belong to the same kind of trial, the two classes have completely different directions of trials, just like the priest believes in the gods and the paladin believes in himself, the ranger wants to dominate the wild, and the druid is at the mercy of the wild.

The first two trials of all classes are all about testing the talents related to that class, such as the Mage's trial is about memory and creativity, the troubadour is about singing and acting, etc., and there are only adjustments in difficulty in different levels of trials, and the content is much the same.

The final trial is very different, in the final trial, each player will encounter a random event, in which you can play any role (meaning of the position), and you can even sleep until the whole event is completed, and your trial is over, but few people actually do this. Because the act of the final trial is likely to be directly related to the final class talent that can be chosen.

Therefore, Sherlock is ready to show his natural transformation ability as much as possible in the third trial, but unfortunately he can't transform and domesticate his partner as freely as he did in the first two trials.

Looking at the endless grassland, Sherlock sighed and said, "It's not a good start. Then he summoned his own bobo. There's also a big hole in the third trial because it's a natural event that doesn't need to involve the player, so it's likely that you won't be able to find the story event before it ends.

This kind of thing rarely happens, because story events tend to have a lot of impact, and if it's in a human colony, it's easy for the player to get the information, but if the unlucky event happens in the wild, it's troublesome, and unfortunately the story events of the Druids and Ranger tend to be in the wild.

"Bobo, find out if there are any buildings nearby."

After listening to Sherlock's command, Bobo flew out with a 'boom', and he himself transformed into a jungle cat and searched in the other direction.

Fortunately, the grassland was not as large as Sherlock had imagined, and after running in one direction for less than twenty minutes, he saw a small jungle in the distance, and beyond that, there was a long mountain range.

"Bobo, Bobo." Just as Sherlock was hesitating whether to enter the jungle or return to the grassland, his bobs flew back.

"Wave-" "Wave-", Bobo circled in the air twice and then flew in the direction he had come and went, Sherlock thought that Bobo should have discovered something, and immediately followed.

After a while, Bobo stopped in front of a tent with Sherlock, the place where the tent was built was not far from the jungle just now, looking at the figure in the tent, Sherlock did not immediately step forward, because now he didn't know what the plot event was, let alone what role the people in the tent played in the plot event, it was not a rational choice to rush up, not to mention that he faintly felt that there was an aura in the tent that he didn't like very much.

"Luna One, do you feel it, there's an aura in the tent that I don't like very much." Sherlock summoned Luna One for the first time and asked, "It's always reassuring to have someone to talk to."

"Sherlock, I'm essentially a puppet." Luna No. 1 looked at Sherlock who turned his head with an expression of a fool and continued angrily: "Puppets don't feel anything, including what they see and hear, they don't feel it, these are all ......, forget it, you don't understand it." ”

Sherlock really doesn't quite understand the composition of the puppet, and he doesn't quite understand why Luna One suddenly becomes inexplicably depressed after saying that, and he generally attributes this situation to the periodic emotional loss of control of women, although Luna One may not be female.

No longer thinking about these messy things, Sherlock pulled his mind back to the tent in front of him, whether to take the initiative or to observe secretly, this last trial was about the type of talent bias, and every choice could not be made by him without being careful, and even the first two occasions were not as important as this one.

After all, there will inevitably be an S-class talent in the S-level entry trial, and what type of talent appears is obviously more important to Sherlock, who is determined to go through the transformation stream.

Reality didn't keep Sherlock wrestling.

"Who is it?" There was a tentative cry from the tent, and then the sound of 'poo' and 'ding' was heard, and then a woman in leather armor came out of the tent, from the shape of the human race, it should be a human race, but the skin was much darker than ordinary humans, showing a brownish black, a little darker than the sandmen living in the Enoch Desert, the faintly bulging muscles and the two scimitars held in both hands showed that this was not an ordinary woman, and also, ordinary people did not dare to walk alone in this wilderness.

"Hello, I'm a lost adventurer, and I don't have any malice, and when I see someone here, I want to come over and ask about getting out of this grassland, and begging for saliva by the way." Seeing that he was discovered, Sherlock had no intention of continuing to hide, and as soon as he stuffed Luna One into the placket of his coat, he walked over with his hands raised, telling his long-compiled experience in the hope of winning the trust of the other party.

Before figuring out the plot events, he didn't want to rashly cause disputes, not to mention that the woman opposite was not easy to deal with at first glance, and leaving this woman who was likely to be a plot character was not a good choice. So he decided to see if he could get close to the plot events.

The Leather Armor did not let her guard down because of Sherlock's explanation, she put the scimitar in her left hand across her chest, and the scimitar in her right hand was pointed at the approaching Sherlock, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Your natural partner?" Druid? ”

Sherlock didn't expect this woman's perception to be so keen, he had already asked Bobo to raise the flight altitude a little in advance, and he was still discovered.

"That's right, I'm a druid who got lost here, my name is Sherlock." There was nothing to deny this, and those who knew the druid well could even tell from his attire, but he still concealed that he was still a trainee druid, and stretched out his right hand as he pretended to be settled.

I don't know if it was because of Sherlock's behavior, or if the druid's profession made her let her guard down, but the woman on the other side finally put away her double knives and the guard she had at first sight.

"Just call me Ann." The woman named Ann smiled at Sherlock in a friendly manner, happily stretched out her right hand to shake him, then shrugged her shoulders and continued: "You know, a woman is not safe in the wild, and it is always right to be careful. ”

"Indeed, it's right to be safe." Sherlock echoed absentmindedly.

He always felt that something was not quite right with Ann, because the moment Ann walked out of the tent, the breath that he didn't like anymore could no longer be felt, and because when Ann shook hands just now, he didn't know whether it was unintentional and deliberately scraped his palm with his little thumb.

Walking closer, Sherlock noticed that Ann's skin was a little darker than what she had seen in the distance, but this did not affect her beauty at all, but formed a strange charm with her delicate features, especially her eyes, which seemed to have a kind of dementoring power under the dark skin that made it impossible to take her eyes off.

"Since I met, it's fate, I'm cooking goat's milk, do you want to come in and have a drink." Ann smiled and extended an invitation to Sherlock, then turned around and entered the tent without waiting for Sherlock to reply, as if to confirm that Sherlock would agree to her invitation.

"Okay, okay, I haven't drunk goat's milk yet." In fact, Sherlock really cooperated and agreed to Ann's invitation and unconsciously followed the other party into the tent, I don't know why, looking at Ann's smile, he couldn't say the word 'no' at all, in this smile, his anxiety and confusion gradually disappeared, leaving only ease and pleasure, and a faint desire.