"Woohoo............!"

The arrogant and arrogant giant wolf king roared in the sky, and the surging waves of negative energy surrounded it like smoke and mist, and the iconic blood moon of the region infected by the abyssal breath occupied half of the night sky.

Giant wolves, marble buildings, blood moons, near, middle and far together are like pictures in an epic.

The smoke of the negative energy materialization wrapped around the body of the giant wolf that suddenly jumped out, and smashed heavily in front of He Jia and his party, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust to obscure the vision.

Just as they set up their weapons and prepared for the boss to suddenly rush out of the smoke and dust to attack, the smoke and dust blocking the view suddenly dispersed, revealing the little black milk cat that had been making a vicious appearance and grinning "meowing" inside.

(⊙?⊙)..........

Lying in the hollow of the tree, Garriman suddenly woke up, and when he came back to his senses in confusion, he smiled bitterly and lifted the little black milk cat in his arms that was still asleep because of the demon pet contract ceremony.

According to the introduction in the game, the magic pet contract ritual is that the caster stretches out the tentacles of the soul according to the guidance of the ritual and overlaps with the soul of the contracted person, and forcibly opens the ignorant creature through the exchange of information, and instills his own knowledge into it, so that the behavior habits and three views of the contracted person are close to the caster himself.

At that time, the effect reflected in the game was that after the contract was successful, the magic pet would speak a fluent human lingua franca and the owner's own language, and at the same time, it would be similar to the owner in terms of behavior and mantra, and it would also sell cute and cheap as a complaining service, it can be said that the pet setting of the "Multiverse" at that time was a very plus project, and even female players who don't like to fight and kill will play this game and stay after hearing about this feature.

However, in today's reality, the Demon Pet Contract Ritual affects not only the contracted person anymore, but even Galliman, the spellcaster who is the owner of the contract, will be affected by the reaction force in the collision of the soul tentacles and dream in his sleep.

Reflecting on what had happened in his sleep, Garriman guessed, "Could it be that the dream I had last night was a memory that was being transmitted to the demon pet at the time?" Or is it the product of thinking about it day and night dreaming in the past few days, and being disturbed by the magic pet contract ceremony? ”

It's not that Garriman is afraid that he is a time-traveler and will be discovered by other people, or other intelligent creatures, after all, according to the game setting, there are many gods who are not natives of this material plane, they are all orcs, elves, and dragons are all intelligent species that have crossed over from other material planes to thrive in this main material plane called Io.

After thinking about it for a while, Garriman suddenly realized that his stomach was "growling" with hunger. He pushed away the hemp bag that blocked the entrance to the tree hole, and the dim yellow sunlight from outside almost made Garriman think that he had slept until the next evening, but the pile of sparks on the edge of the tree hole door had not been completely extinguished, and the little sparks that remained on the carbonized wood told him that the actual time was far from as late as the sky indicated.

Leaning on the bonfire that still had sparks left, Garriman added some velvet to relight the fire, put the iron box on the fire and hurriedly made a breakfast, and after eating, Garriman used the [Mage's Hand] to help him carry the bag of hemp's luggage, and continued to move up the mountain.

This time, Garriman didn't plan to continue to climb the unbridled aerial roots under the trees, and those aerial roots of varying heights made him crawl around and waste his physical strength, but there was no better way to go at that time. Now that he is almost at the [Knights of the Sun Cemetery], Garriman remembers that there is a shortcut is to climb to the top of the tallest ancient tree, and through the branches stretched out by the ancient tree, you can completely bypass half of the mountain path and go directly to a little place on the mountainside, and you can reach the [Knights of the Sun Cemetery] by just going around the mountain road.

The high-air currents roared around the peaks, swirling snowflakes over the mountains and sloping trees, and in the canopy, the thick branches of the ancient trees were strangely wound to form a hollow aisle, in which Garriman now walked, with poles on the left and right, and the leaves that grew on them provided some shelter from the cold mountain wind.

Stopping at the end of this aerial passage of natural wonders, Garriman hesitated, for he had wasted some time on the way over, and it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and if he continued to move on, he would have to enter the path around the mountain that had been opened up by the Sun Knight, but there were no trees to cover him, and the cold wind blowing in the mountains made him need a sheltered cave when he set up camp, and the explosives could not be used indiscriminately on the mountains covered with snow, causing avalanches that would not even have a place to cry.

So Garriman thought about it, or decided not to take the risk, this has already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and is about to reach the destination, if he is frozen to death on the road in front of the door of the [Knights of the Sun Order] dungeon because he is too aggressive, "The Hundred Stupid Ways to Die of a Traverser" must have his name greatly written on it. If there is a book.

There is another reason why Garriman doesn't want to take risks, that is, tonight, the contract ceremony of the demon pet is about to be completed, and if he spends the night here, he can get acquainted with his new partner for a while, and increase a little tacit understanding, after all, it is not fast to grind the gun.

After picking up some branches that had been hung up by the wind and falling in the air aisle, building a bonfire in a relatively impermeable place, boiling water in an iron box, and getting ready for cooking, Garriman sat down in the aisle, put the sleeping little milk cat in his inner pocket by the campfire, he picked up the spell book and spread it out on his crossed legs, grabbed a homemade pencil in his right hand, and began to deduce the spell runes.

Previously, he deduced the spell model of the third-level spell [Fireball Technique] and degenerated it into the first-level spell of [Secondary Flame Ball], and now he is reaccumulating his spell knowledge by studying these disassembled runes.

Time slipped away imperceptibly as the pencil rubbed against the skin of his palm against the paper, and whenever Garriman felt the light from the campfire dim, he would add some firewood. When he threw a few branches into the campfire again to add fuel, the little black milk cat lying on the tree pole on the ground licked its little pink nose, meowed twice in a daze, and staggered to its feet, looking at Garriman who looked up from the spell book and also looked at the little milk cat.