The bonfire crackled, and the warm light spread over the glade. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. Tristana lay on the ground, her head resting on her bag, watching a comet streak across the starry sky. The sky was full of stars blinking merrily among the swaying canopies of birch and oak leaves. Humans like to name the patterns of these stars, and she once read an old book about it in Heimerdinger's lab, but she still thought it was more fun to name them.

"You're called a glitter badge," she said, pointing to a cluster of stars. "You can call it a big-faced ugly duckling. That's right, it's a lot more interesting than the Samurai or Protector seats. Anyway, I can't see those two stars anymore. ”

Her stomach growled, and she sat up. Although she had left Bandle City more than most yodelers, the feeling of hunger still made her uncomfortable. There were two fish forked above the campfire, and the heat was just right, and the smell of the fish made her mouth revel. The two fish were caught from a creek west of the campfire, and she used only one well-aimed cannonball. It was a good shooting show, but she wasn't complacent. There were no spectators around at the time, so it was a pity that she leaned down and patted her carefully customized cannon, the butt was polished keel wood, and anyone with a little observation and common sense would think that this cannon was too big for her small body, and it was difficult to walk, let alone aim and fire.

"Just let Teemo use his cute little blowpipe, right, boom," she said to the artillery. "I still like some of the more powerful weapons, thank you for your concern."

The bonfire continued to crackle in a ring of stones, bubbling blue flames as she sprinkled a pinch of homemade gunpowder into the fire-starting wood chips so that it could be easily lit. Now she knew that only a small amount was enough, and the first time she lit a fire in Puran Heights, she scrapped a pair of beautiful eyebrows. Sometimes she forgets that everything in the human world is different from her homeland.

Thinking the fish was ready, she plucked one from the fork and put it on the wooden plate she carried with her. She opened the dream leaf roll again, took out a pair of golden knives and forks, and cut the grilled fish into sections. Maybe she's on a mission, but that doesn't mean she has to drink blood. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. She took a bite of the fish, alternating left and right in her mouth, savoring it, and then licked her lips contentedly. Human food usually tastes like chewing wax, and it is not at all comparable to the gluttonous feasts of her homeland, but the fish in this place are not bad at all, she heard, called Ionia. Perhaps it's the magic of the land that imbues all the elements that makes these fish so delicious.

Tristana heard the sound of tree branches snapping. She arranged many tree branches around her camp. The volume of the sound and the type of branch allowed her to know exactly from which direction the humans were approaching and how far away.

She cleared her throat and shouted, "I still have a fish here, are you hungry?"

A man and a woman emerge from the woods in front of her. The two men were tall and thin, and they understood human expressions, and she was told to be polite at all times. Human language is so unscrupulous that she often finds it impossible to understand how humans actually achieve basic communication.

The man took a step forward and said, "Thanks, old fellow, we're not hungry." ”

"Old fellow," Tristana grinned coquettishly. "She's still a little girl."

The man blinked, and she seemed to sense a hint of confusion on his face.

"This old witch is a madman," said the woman, squinting at her, as if she did not quite understand what she was seeing. The woman thought, whatever it was, it must not be her true form.

"Are you sure you don't want to taste a bite of fish," Tristana asked, taking another bite. "It's really delicious."

"We're sure," the man replied. "But we'll take all the coins from you. And that cannon. I guess this thing will fetch a good price. ”

"You're trying to steal my boom," Tristana said, catching movement on either side of herself. "You know, I don't think it's going to work."

"No, you're just one, we're two," the man said. "And we're taller than you."

"Size doesn't tell the whole story," Tristana said. "And you're four. Why don't you let your two robber brothers out, maybe they're hungry. ”

The woman shook her head. "He told you, just the two of us."

"Oh, please," Tristana said. "How do you think I became a commando, of course I know that you have two friends hiding in the grass and aiming their bows and arrows at me. Come from the north, and start your separate walks from a hundred yards away. I have a fat man on my left and a cripple on my right. ”

"You have good ears, old man," the man said.

"I said, I'm not old," Tristana said. "I'm really young by yodeler standards."

The man was dumbfounded, and he recognized Tristana's true identity.

Finally there was an expression that she could read effortlessly

Tristana rolled to the side with her head down, and two black-feathered arrows whizzed out of the bushes and skimmed over her head. She picked up the boom, stuffed a cannonball, and opened fire on the grass to the right, earning a scream of pain.

"Blow it up," she shouted, jumping to the nearest tree, leaping higher. Tristana stepped on a tree trunk of mid-height. Another arrow flew at a gallop, slamming heavily into the bark of a palm's width above her head.

"Hey, you're fast for a human," she said, pulling the booming lever out and filling it with a bunch of new ammo. She quickly ducked against another tree trunk, and then another archer stood up from the grass, and the fat man was so obvious that it was a breeze. Tristana somersaulted, jumped between tree trunks, and fired two shots. Both shells hit his fat thighs, and the fat man fell down with a wail, and the arrow was shot straight up into the air.

"Oh, don't be so childish," she said with a smile. "I just scratched your skin." Tristana jumped into the clearing by the campfire, and the two human swords that had first appeared unsheathed and charged at her. They may be the fastest among humans, but to Tristana, they are as clumsy as wooden people.

"It's time to perform a high-altitude leap," Tristana shouted, firing all the ammunition in the barrel of the blaster at the ground. She let out a wild howl that flew over the heads of the two humans. Even while gliding through the air, she did not forget to reload her ammunition. She landed on the trunk of a tree to bounce off and landed steadily.

She landed right behind the robber and chuckled softly.

"Boom"

Tristana unleashed two cannons, and the two humans screamed in pain, both of them shot in the hips. The woman was defeated, slapping her pants as the gunpowder ignited them. She managed to get up and fled into the grass, her back still on fire. The man's body twisted and fell to the ground, and he saw her bang and slammed into the distance.

He was making some kind of gesture, and Tristana thought he might think it was some form of magical protection.

"You're not an old witch," he said.

"I've always said no," Tristana said.

The man opened his mouth to say something more, but before he could say anything, the arrow shot by the fat man finally fell back to the ground. It was stuck in the man's chest, and he fell backwards with a look of extreme impatience.

The other two robbers dragged their wounded limbs and fled at their own speeds. She let them go, laughing happily as she packed up her things and finally stepped on the campfire.

"I just want to have a quiet night after dinner," she muttered to herself. "But it's not bad if there are four less robbers who come out to do evil."

Tristana flung Bang over her shoulders and set off again, whistling cheerfully as she searched for more stars waiting for her to choose a name. WeChat, talk about life, find a confidant