In the late summer forest, the fruits of the plants gradually entered the ripening period, a petite spotted squirrel held a nut in its front paws, flicked its fluffy tail and jumped up a tall oak tree, as if frightened, two small dark eyes turned and looked around. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Glo, this harvest is very good!"

Finding that Glo had maintained a rare silence all the way, Oliver drove his horse over and couldn't help but shout triumphantly beside Glo.

"In addition to sixteen carts of tanned sheepskin, there's a whole bunch of bones, tsk, that strange rancid smell that only those wandering wizards like it."

Well?

Strange taste of bones?

Wizards like it?

Glo seemed to be connected to something from the memories in the game in his previous life, and his spirit suddenly perked up, "Oliver, let's go and see." ”

In the carriage, the tightly wrapped tarpaulin was quickly lifted, and a faint, "sweet" smell mixed with the smell of rotting animal carcasses filled the air.

Like manure that has undergone strict anaerobic fermentation.

Glo shrunk his nose fiercely, and such a powerful move suddenly made the bandits who had long been unable to stand the smell and avoid it far away, and said secretly in their hearts: The leader is worthy of being the leader.

"Boss, did you find anything?"

One of the bandits who was originally driving the carriage came over with his nostrils covered, and Glo knew his name, Scott, a veteran of the Sixth ETA War, and an elite combat role in the bandit group.

Scott looked at Gloh expectantly. For their leader, all the members of the bandit group have always been very respectful, not only because of their outstanding personal strength, but also because of their knowledgeable minds, they can always give a relatively convincing answer or explanation to the many things that the bandits do not understand.

Glo continued to sniff the air fiercely, trying to ascertain the suspicion in his mind. In the game of the previous life, in the middle of the second version of the rise of the mage, "Dark Castle", the specially processed Warcraft bones belonged to the special consumables of the mages, and were often used to cast formations and make props. The pile of broken bones on the carriage is most likely this kind of material.

In the past "strife", due to the scarcity of Warcraft in the early game and the difficulty of hunting, this kind of material is very valuable!

It's the year 553 of the Arlandia Continental calendar, and as far as the demand for algorithms is not completely strong, this kind of thing should be worth some Rael.

On other terms, if this pile of broken bones is worthless, will the Tasya caravans be able to carry these stinky things to the wagons?

Unfortunately, this complex smell invaded his lungs from his nostrils to the lungs, constantly testing Glo's endurance, and while Glo still couldn't make an accurate judgment from the smell. In the previous game, which was called virtual reality, there was no realistic simulation of smell and taste.

Picking up a bone from the carriage, it was slender and slightly curved in shape, perfectly fitting the physiology, and Glo could confirm with certainty that it was the hind leg tibia of a medium-sized animal.

As for the other findings? After the bone was tossed back and forth in his hand, Glo did not find an answer.

"Yes...... Can you show me? ”

A low voice sounded timidly, and Glo, Scott, and Oliver on the side suddenly raised their heads, it was the "Ladia?" Klein: "Miss Noble.

The young lady had jumped out of the saddle and ran over, and without bothering to clean up her dusty face, she found a bone from the carriage as well.

"The smell of ghost grass and the leaves of the Quill tree, and acid...... The cracks in the bones still remain a fresh red color...... "Miss Radia sniffed the bones in her little white hands, and looked at them carefully, muttering the words in her mouth, "These fine cracks like spider webs are usually the product of a sharp cooling process. ”

The long eyelashes blinked slightly, as if they had received some treasure, and Miss Lady's eyes quickly bent into crescents, "I see, according to the tower?" According to the Pharons Alchemy Encyclopedia, this is a craft from Deere...... After the wizards of Dill cast a curse called Blood Burning, the blood of the monster will heat up until it boils, and then the Pars No. 3 reagent made of ghost grass and blood kite flower as the main ingredient will lock in the loss of life force, and while the monster's life remains awake, the limbs will be cut, and the acid that melts the leaves of the Quill tree will be quickly immersed......"

Miss Radia paused, glanced around at the three stunned men around her, and continued in a firm and unquestioning tone, "The final product of this process is called the Bone of Resentment, and is usually used by those evil wizards to summon Deadpool, make necromantic beasts or skeleton horses, and even, to carry out—"

While she was talking, Miss Radia suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around her had fallen into an inexplicable silence, and she suddenly became a little puzzled.

Glo's expression was in a trance, and he suddenly had the illusion that he had met a female student in his previous life explaining the topic.

Oliver opened his mouth wide, saliva flowed to the corners of his mouth but he didn't realize it, and said secretly: Although I don't understand what she is talking about, it feels so powerful.

Scott was equally surprised—the aristocratic lady seemed to know a little more than the chief.

"Hey, Mr. Bandit, what's wrong with you?"

Miss Ladia, who had kindly given a lecture on knowledge among the bandits, seemed to have forgotten her previous experience, and could no longer see the slightest uneasiness or nervousness, and stretched out five fingers and shook them in front of the eyes of the "vicious bandit leader".

Seeing the little white hands shaking in front of his eyes, Glo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly resisted the urge to imitate those noble gentlemen of the kingdom to kiss the hand, and his tone became unusually gentle, "Miss Ladia, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Glo, the leader of the Wolf Regiment. ”

"This is my companion - Oliver, and Scott." Glo stretched out her hand to introduce the two fellow bandits to the beautiful Miss Ladia, politely like a nobleman, "Miss Ladia, may I ask what you have planned next?" ”

In the "strife" of the previous life, the player and the highly humanized NPCs were allowed to interact with each other in real life except for the eighteen prohibitions. As a veteran player of the game, Glo is well aware of the reality that although NPCs are almost like living human players, they have their own life experiences and feelings, and have their own professions and skills, but few NPCs have enough knowledge to casually talk about an alchemy item, or even tell the story accurately.

Could it be that this Miss Radia belongs to the upper aristocracy?

However, in the game experience of his previous life, Glo, who had always been in Elantra's camp, had not heard of any of the nobles of the kingdom with the surname "Klein".

A legacy of master wizards?

It is very likely that this is possible, otherwise it would not be possible to explain the erudition of this young lady. For the study of alchemy materials, except for those who are isolated from the world and devote themselves to learning, few people pay attention to it.

So, maybe, maybe, probably, this young lady is also a member of the Faye?

"Can you shoot a fireball at the moment of Biu and show me?" Glo actually wanted to make this rash request, but after thinking about it, if this young lady really mastered the power of spells, how could she be caught by some Tassia people with low combat effectiveness.

However, Miss Lady's teacher is likely to be a powerful wizard.

The experience in the game once told Glo that he can't easily offend the big guys, especially the high-level mages who like to protect the short, the NPCs in the "strife" are not good men and women, and when the relationship with the player drops to extreme hatred or hatred, it is possible to attack as soon as they meet, if it is those power leaders, local tyrants or something, it is not uncommon to organize people to hunt down players - for this kind of bad behavior made by the system, the game official once called it: high fidelity social interaction.

This kind of interaction full of blood and tears, Glo has not experienced, and does not intend to experience it now. In his previous life, he had read some posts on the game forums - a player who was hunted down by a powerful NPC tearfully accused the game official of this cruel setting, but the development team only replied with a smiley face.

What's more, we are now in a real world.

Just as Glo was making up her mind to treat the young lady well, if she wanted to go home or somewhere convenient for a free escort, the young lady burst out with a utterly unexpected remark.

"Uh, I'd like to stay with you for a while."

Miss Lady's hands folded over her chest, her fingers intertwined, and her expression became a little cramped again, "That'...... About Rael who is necessary for the staycation, I can ...... Can you owe it on credit first...... Don't worry, I won't be on the ......."