There were no storms and the night went well. Draenor pulled out the tent and straightened up, the morning sun once again on his face, and all he could hear was the murmuring of running water.

"It's a good day to hunt."

He turned his head to the tent on the other side and sighed, even he himself was a little funny at the words, if it weren't for the threat of the Azra, maybe he would really think of himself as a hunter enjoying a leisurely life in the snow.

"Hunt hunt! It's also time to practice your hands. Jeanne smiled and got out of the tent, bending her waist from side to side to warm up.

"Haa......a

"I really don't look like a centenarian...... "I didn't know what to say for a while, Draenor put on his back and was about to walk towards the forest with Jeanne, who was ready to go, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Vekirico, who was hurrying over.

"Hey, you two are going on your honeymoon in the woods, and you're going to leave me and that bad old man in the camp like this?" Vekily looked at Draenor and smirked.

"Huh? Miss Vicky, what are you talking about! We're just going hunting! Jeanne's cheeks flushed, and she quickly slapped Viklico on the back.

Draenor didn't care about the inexplicable joke, and he smiled and explained to Viklico: "The old guy is the only one left in the camp who is afraid that he will eat up the food in stock, so you better stay and keep an eye on him!" ”

"Attention? Even if I'm not around, I can keep an eye on what's in the camp. Vekirico folded her arms around her chest and confidently said to Draenor, then quickly reached out and touched the spearhead, spilling the blood in the air.

The blood coagulated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and just before it hit the ground, it turned into a crimson lark and flew into the air.

"It's enough to keep one eyeliner, even if you two are skillful, it is inevitable that something will go wrong, and maybe I will need to make a move when the time comes, and you can catch the prey in three or two clicks."

As she spoke, Viklico smashed her fist-crumpled right hand into the palm of her left hand. There was nothing wrong with that, but with one more person, Draenor was just thinking about catching a few fat antelopes or wild boars to satisfy his hunger.

The two walked through the forest in front, and Viklico swaggered behind. Still a little uneasy, Draenor turned around to see the nimble bird still hovering over the camp, carefully observing the movements.

"What the hell is that thing capable of fluttering for a long time?" Draenor scratched the back of his head and asked Viklico.

"Don't think about attacking or anything, at most observe everything on the ground from an angle that is difficult for me to reach, and it is entirely to its credit for being able to show you the way in the woods before." Vicilico said to Draenor with the corners of her mouth raised.

Is this part of the divinity? Do you want to make this ability a little better? This time he finally said what was in his heart, the guy in front of him had obviously really awakened his divinity after coming to Abel, but now he was completely able to operate as freely as breathing.

"Are we meeting for the first time? Don't talk so brainlessly, okay? Anyway, I'm also a member of the Misareans, and my previous learning experiences have paved the way for all of this, and for me, ......"

As she closed her eyes and gushed, Draenor had already turned her head to empty her mind, this time he had accidentally pried open Viklico's chatterbox, and his head buzzed at the thought that she was going to say what he had learned in Rivindri. Maybe that's why he doesn't like to associate too much with "smart" people.

“…… All the abilities that are derived from them are also inevitable. But your divinity isn't bad! ”

Finally a word brought up Draenor's interest, and he quickly turned his head, almost forgetting about the hunt.

"Divinity? Even I have this kind of thing? He raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether to be surprised or delighted.

"There has to be a degree of sluggishness...... It's not like you don't know how terrifying you have become after you have the ability brought by the White Refining Fire, any damage can be recovered in an instant, even more terrifying than the physique of the Blood Sect and the Licos! And you can retain your consciousness after turning into a werewolf on a full moon night, and you can even rely on the stones on your chest to understand various languages, what else do we have to fear with you by our side? ”

Vicchirico spread her hands and shook her head with a smile, it seemed like a sudden compliment, but Draenor only felt an inexplicable fear from it, not for anything in the outside world, but for his own heart.

The curse of the White Refining Fire was indeed lifted, but he also got a strange heart because of it, and on a few occasions he could even hear a howl similar to the roar of a wild beast in his mind, and he didn't know if he was a Canaanite or a beast that could get out of control at any moment. Coupled with Viklico's words, he felt more like some kind of terrifying weapon.

"Mr. Delaenor, don't you feel any strange after all that happened?" Only Jeanne was still worried about his body, and she pulled the bowstring, put the longbow on her upper body, and said to Draenor.

After a moment of reflection, Draenor finally replied solemnly, "It just feels a little weird...... Maybe I was using the wrong words, but I could feel something stirring in my chest. During my time on the train, I probably figured out the pattern, and this feeling only appeared at night, and it disappeared completely from the moment the sun rose. ”

Everyone continued to follow Draenor and walked a few steps forward, but saw his body suddenly stop in place, gently holding on to the tree trunk next to him and squatting down, Jeanne seemed to sense something, and followed Draenor's movements and crawled on the snow at the same time.

"What? Is the bestiality starting to kick in? Vicilico teased him.

"It's about the same as that, look ahead."

The two of them looked forward at Draenor's words, only to see a large, strangely shaped machine stuck on all fours on the ground, and a complex mechanical arm was poking out against the hillside not far away. Standing behind the machine was a child in a linen-colored cashmere robe, hunched over his waist, his upper body wrapped in the black cloth above the machine, only revealing a pair of wide feet, stepping on the snow as if he didn't feel the cold.

I had been on the side of the track and looked out at the snow-capped mountains and forests all around, and it was a little suspicious that a child fiddling with machinery suddenly appeared in such a place.

Turning his head to signal the two to be quiet, Draenor leaned over the trunk of the tree to watch the child, who was less than three feet tall and seemed to be a little shorter than Cooper, fiddling with the bulky machine.

Less than ten meters away from the machine, there was a deafening roar in the woods, and a large brown bear sprang out of the trees and ran towards the child.

The moment Draenor drew her dagger, Jeanna held her breath and leapt into the air as she stepped through the snow, grabbing the beast's mane and expertly grasping the dagger against her back, drawing a blood mark under the massive skull.

Wow!!

Hot blood gushed out, and the brown bear frantically flapped its huge claws, eventually crashing into the trunk of a nearby tree and twitching weakly.

"God, what the hell is going on......"

At the other end of the bushes came a tall, lanky figure, dressed in bright red armor, and Draenor could smell the pungent smell of his body from far away, presumably the color of some kind of paint. The man looked at the slaughtered bear, his legs limped and he fell to his knees, and even the arm holding the knight's sword trembled.

"It's too careless to fiddle with machinery in a place like this, right? Thankfully, we happened to be passing by, otherwise you would have been the bear's lunch! Delano stood up and walked towards Jeanne, looking sideways at the cowardly knight.

"Hey, Jett! It's a little different from what was written in the script, right? The boy fiddling with the machine finally poked his head out and shouted at the knight in a voice as rough as an adult.

"Stupid...... It's just stupid! The knight braced himself with his sword and ran under the tree to pet the brown bear's still warm carcass, "Baal, my pet, my treasure...... It's been ruined by you! ”