In the forest, there is a dark hustle and bustle of life.

The sunlight is shining through the gaps between the leaves, and it is very beautiful and unpredictable. The light and shadow loomed, causing the floating dust to sway from side to side.

A few small figures, flapping their wings, stopped on the branches. His face was slightly serious, and Bobo's piercing eyes scanned the scene in the grass.

Bobo, who was on alert, waved his wings, fanned off a little bit of dirt, and glanced apprehantly at his companion in the grass.

Purple claws staggered, breaking through the earth, leaving traces behind. The purple beak pecked the ground delicately, and the two white and brown tufts on the top of Bobo's head poked out of the grass rhythmically.

"Po-bo!"

That's a warning from a companion!

Bobo, who was foraging, was still stunned, but he subconsciously flapped his wings and sprang out of the grass with his other companions, blending into the huge flock of birds, becoming an inconspicuous part of it.

Sou! A lump of black sludge shoots into the bob swarm, hitting one of the hapless ghosts with pinpoint accuracy, and falling to the ground. There was a commotion in the grass where it had settled.

Sludge splattered, and an indescribable stench permeated. The Bobos frowned at the same time and immediately scattered in all directions, as for helping their comrades who were hit? No one can think of this.

The door-like front teeth were embedded in the flesh, and Little Lada rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the exposed bushes beside him.

There was originally a bush here, and then it ran away?

Pushing aside the weeds, the running "bush" kept losing its hair, revealing a guy dressed in black, and the surface of his body was still squirming. Look at the figure, it's a human being.

Be quick!

A faint smell of blood penetrated the tip of his nose, and the weeds, which had faded black and gradually turned yellow, were faintly stained with a layer of blood.

A few small Lada scrambled out of the grass and fled. The bloodstains on the snow-white beard and the red footprints on the ground were so conspicuous.

"Bastard, bastard!" It's you stinky rats again! How many times has this been? At the beginning of begging for life in the forest, the number of times peaches were picked by Little Lada, Sato Mo has long been unable to remember.

"Still want to run? Ah Mud, after fixing one, use poison gas! A dark green gas quickly spread towards the fleeing little Lada!

Seeing this, the little Lada ran faster!

A small Lada who was fleeing, his hind legs had just stepped on the ground, but he didn't expect his forelimbs to stiffen, and he fell to the ground with a grunt, drowning in the poisonous gas that followed closely behind.

Leaving behind one of his companions, the rest of the little Lada took the opportunity to escape.

Without stopping, Sato Mo walked directly into the area covered by the poisonous gas, and then the dark green gas dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye and submerged into the black mud on the surface of Sato Mo's body.

Sato Mo's hands were covered in black sludge and were constantly squirming, trying to increase the coverage area of the elf's body, looking like he wanted to swallow the two elves that Sato Mo was holding.

Retrieving his bamboo basket, Moto Sato opened a pair of eyes in black, and after a burst of squirming, it formed into a stinky mud on the ground. Its body size is no different from that of normal sludge, except that its skin is black and it does not have the same stench as that of stinky sludge. (Glitter Slime, Black)

With long sleeves and wheat-colored skin, Sato Mo tightened his camouflage pants. With his little eyes open, Sato Mo quickly assessed the value of the two elves.

This bobo is in poor condition, with unnaturally bent wings and marks of being bitten by the little Lada. There are several more cuts in the abdomen, and the internal organs infected with purple are faintly visible. The condition of this little Lada was not good, the stiff body that was fixed by the fixed hair was not left for the time being, the corners of the mouth were already foaming at the mouth, and the abdomen had turned purple.

It's barely curable, but it's troublesome. The toxins of stinky sludge, Momo Sato knows very well.

Looking from the woods at one end to the other, the endless green seemed a little hollow, and Momo Sato didn't want to spend too much energy on the two of them, just the two peripheral elves, or Little Lada and Bobo. If you have this time, you might as well eat something first!

"Okay... Mud, they're yours! ”

"呗~"

The skirt of the mopping floor turned into fluid, enveloping Little Rada and Bobo, wrapping the two elves into two balls of black mud. As the black mud continued to wriggle and roll, the two black mud balls quickly dried up.

"Hiccup!"

Taking advantage of the stinky mud burping, Sato Mo took a bite of the blue orange fruit, and at the same time quickly stuffed a sweet peach fruit into the mouth of the stinky mud, and the faces of Sato Mo and the stinky mud wrinkled at the same time.

"Phew!!" Nasty sweetness!

"It's so sour!"

Inadvertently, a faint stench familiar to Sato Mo spread, causing a commotion in the surrounding weeds and dense bushes.

The stinky mud blinked and swallowed the blue orange fruit in Sato Mo's hand in one gulp. "Bei~~~" After swallowing the tree fruit, the stinky mud eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked very satisfied with the blue orange fruit.

Stinky mud hates sweetness and likes sourness, and the blue orange fruit with all five flavors in the wild is compared with the taste of mud. For example, Stinky Muddy is very satisfied with the nutrients and attribute energy of this (wild) blue orange fruit.

Wild tree fruits are not rare but also uncommon, and they are more compatible with elves. Artificially planted tree fruits have a large base and good taste, and they will mutate to a certain extent, but they are not as good as wild tree fruits in terms of nutrients and fit.

"Phew!" The stinky mud suddenly sticks to Takeshi Sato's body, and at the same time warns him.

"Huh?"

"Poof-la-da-" A sharp hiss flew from far and near, and a purple object entered Sato's line of sight.

With the help of inertia, he reached the highest point, and then crossed a graceful parabola in mid-air: Huh~~ The purple creature landed in the clearing not far from Sato Mo and jumped twice heavily.

Sato Mo and Stinky Muddy were startled by the sudden appearance of the elf.

After a stalemate of about 3 seconds, Little Radha began to struggle to get up. It seems that the damage caused by the fall from a high altitude to the little Lada is being quickly eliminated,

This vitality is not something that ordinary little Lada would have!

The wind in the forest brought a little coolness, and I felt a few drops of "rain" dripping, and Sato Mo reached out and wiped it on his forehead, and there were some water stains.

"Mud!" After speaking, Sato Mo waved his right hand!

“？？？”

The tacit understanding between the elves and the trainers can reach the point of heart-to-heart, but this is obviously a long way to go for Sato Mo and Stinky Mud.

Sato Mo looked at his hardened right hand and looked confused: "What's the matter?" Do you want me to wear you for melee combat? It's not a wind dog! Block it with a sludge attack! Hurry up! ”

"呗~~"

A cloud of sludge swung with his left hand, and with a wave of his hand, the viscous mud hit the little Lada who had just stood up. The strength of Sato Mo is negligible, and the blow force of the sludge attack is also weak, but this is very sticky! In particular, the stinky mud is still adhesive.

Sato Mo took out a sharp stone from the bamboo basket with a rounded hole at the bottom. He also found a wooden stick of great thickness and stabbed it into the hole in the sharp stone.

Well, it's a little loose, just right!

The molten black sludge drilled into the gap between the sharp stone and the wooden stick, blocking it tightly, and wrapping the surface of the sharp stone to form a layer of hardened mud.

Phew, Phew! Momo Sato rubbed his palms, and after estimating the distance, he stood still not far from the struggling little Lada, picked up the stone hammer and slammed it down.

Bang, bang, bang!