The rainforest is like a sponge that swells when exposed to water, with branches, leaves, trees, vines, and air, all of which are deformed in the hot and humid environment, as if even the soil can step on water.

The huge wood that obscured the sky was like an impermeable lid of a pot, the humidity of the entire jungle was locked in the air, and the heat of the climate made Draenor begin to suspect that he was walking in a steaming saucepot.

"I used to go to a sauna in the winter, but now it's free, and it's the first time I've experienced this form of sauna." Draenor's hair was thoroughly soaked with mist and sweat, sticking to the top of his head like a hat.

Vikirico had never experienced such a hot climate, and she couldn't help but think back to the good times she had in the Fort of Campana.

Before winter, she spent most of her time with her cousin Fredot in the bathtub full of rose petals, looking up at the dead leaves outside the window slowly falling, and picking up the warm flower tea and savoring it carefully...... But all you see is annoying insects and a lingering wet mist.

She was still haunted by what Baucrum had said, and since he called herself "the daughter of the blood raven", it was not surprising that "blood raven" was referring to her father, Abraham.

"Uncle Cooper, do you know what the 'blood crow' in that black-robed man's mouth is?"

Cooper didn't expect her to remember that title, he cleared his throat, intending to tell the past one by one,

"Your father never stopped looking for Jabelico, and despite the warnings of the royal family, he went to the Southern Yazra Alliance, and his thirst for revenge made him lose his mind, and he rushed into the enemy camp and slew countless enemies.

He wore the mask of a plague doctor, and his blood-stained cloak spread out behind him like wings, like a raven soaked in blood. Since then, the Azra have known him as the 'Blood Raven', a title that many hunters aspire to. ”

Cooper knew that the Grand Duke himself would not want his daughter to know about his past, but that was the end of the matter, and it would be okay to tell her everything.

"Jabelico, that's my mother." The name Vickyly had barely heard of since her mother's disappearance, and her relatives were reluctant to recall the deceased Grand Duchess.

"But Princess Vicky, I've been wondering how your spear got back into your hand on its own?" Cooper stroked his thick beard with his fingers and stared at the spear behind Vickirico.

"Huh? You really asked me, I overdosed at that time, and my brain was hot and I thought of calling it back, what is the principle of this? Vicilico was also a little puzzled, and she took the spear from her back and held it in her hand to study it carefully.

"Maybe...... Actually, it can hear me all the time, so can it run over to it when I call it? ”

She stopped, gripped the hilt of her spear in her right hand, and threw it at the jungle in front of her. The bushes were pierced by spears, startling a flock of black and white birds.

"Thorn Bird!"

Confidently outstretching her arms, Vikirico called out the spear toward the jungle, and the crowd stared expectantly at the dense forest ahead, waiting for the spear to return.

A second passed,

Two seconds passed,

After more than a dozen seconds, Vikli felt even her arms stiffen, but the jungle still didn't move.

"Isn't it...... Stuck? Draenor suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and carefully comforted Vicilico.

"......" She caught a glimpse of everyone's expressions with her peripheral vision, and one by one they covered their mouths tightly with their hands and forced themselves not to laugh, and the situation could not be more embarrassing.

"Oh, oops! It must be stuck somewhere! She covered her flushed face with her shawl, and hurried to run towards the jungle where the spear flew.

"Vicky? Wait a minute! ”

Ignoring Draenor's dissuasion, she brushed aside the dense leaves and ran deeper into the jungle. The treetops, the ground, the grass, Vikily searched every corner with the scratches of her spear, but she couldn't see the long, red figure.

"Uhh

The surrounding grass is full of disgusting insects, which are alarmed by the slightest movement, and they run frantically under the branches and leaves of the plants.

A thick trunk is covered with teacup-sized beetles, greedily sucking on the trunk's nutrients, flapping their wings in pleasure and making annoying noises.

"Better get out of this rotten place...... Vicilico stepped up, she ran forward with her legs raised high, lest she accidentally step on some nasty filth.

However, the most worrying thing happened to her, and at some point, there was a disgusting "click" sound from under her feet, and Vikirico's hairs stood on end in an instant, and she quickly took a step, turned around and jumped onto the trunk of a tree on the side.

She held herself to the trunk and slowly lifted her legs, the soles of her boots stained with a viscous purple liquid. Her instincts told her it was best not to touch it. Vicilico kicks her legs away and tries to get rid of the filth on the soles of her boots, and the slime is flung to the green leaves beneath her feet. A poor beetle happened to be firmly encased in the liquid, and it struggled for less than two seconds before freezing in place.

"Hell yes, is this place really suitable for creatures to survive!" Vicheria turned her head to look around, but was so frightened by the sight that she almost fell off the tree.

"Vicky! Where the hell have you gone!? Draenor ran along the footprints with Jeanne and Cooper, and he caught a glimpse of a figure in a red shawl in the treetops, and Cooper stepped forward, pointing at the figure and shouting,

"Aren't you looking for that gun? Still in the mood to play peek-a-boo? Do you know ......?"

"Shhh......h

"Okay, don't let it move? It's a novel way to play......" Cooper stood still, pouting.

"Please, don't move...... There's good news and bad news, which do you want to hear? ”

Draenor didn't know which of Vekirico's tendons was wrong, but he was a little curious about Vikirico's words.

"Let's start with the good news."

"Heh, I thought so too, and the good news is that the spear has been found." Vikiriko sneered, her body resting on the trunk of a tree like a gargoyle.

"Where? What's the bad news? Draenor became impatient, and saw Viklico swallow her saliva and slowly lift her legs, pointing with her toes pointing ahead.

Draenor turned his head to look ahead, and in front of him was a steaming wetland, countless vines hanging in the air like a black curtain. And just under the roots of a shrunken banyan tree, a giant frog with a bright blue body was resting in the wetland, and the spear happened to be stuck in the rotten wood above its head.

"I don't know if it saw us, but as long as it stands still, it probably won't take the initiative to attack." Vikily almost burst into tears, her favorite weapon was only one step away, but it seemed thousands of miles away because of the giant frog's presence.

"This is a problem......

Frogs have a keen eye, but are only attracted to moving objects, Draenor remembers that. The situation reminded him of the game he had played with Hedwin in the barracks, where when the "ghost" counted to three, everyone had to stop still and remain motionless like wooden men.

But it's a pity that he is always the first to move.

"What do you see? Let me take a look! Cooper jumped up anxiously as his vision was obscured by the bushes.

"Don't move! Count me on, uncle! Draenor grabbed Cooper's head, but the frog had been woken up by Cooper's movements.

It propped up its forearms, and the clear film covering its eyes flipped to the sides. It breathed in a lot, the skin of its jaw bulging into a purple balloon, and its pure black eyes staring at the crowd wide open.

"It's an overgrown toad......" Draenor froze in place, sweat sliding down his arm to his fingertips and down Cooper's head.

"Oh, that's not a good way to play...... "Cooper heard the croaking of a frog in front of him, like a dull heartbeat from putting his ear to the chest of a cow.

"Draenor, Cooper, stay where you are, and if anything, hide behind a tree. Listen up, Jeanne, I have a plan. Vikily held out a finger and pointed to a large tree on the side.

"See the leaves on it? There were beetles down there, and I was trying to disturb them. Jeanne, you have to pull out the gun the moment the strange thing leaves, and be careful not to touch any bright liquid, preferably not even the water in that place, understand? ”

Vekily could see Jeanne nodding slightly, and she took a deep breath. Counting down silently in my heart, 3...... 2…… 1

"Right now!" Vicilico kicked off the trunk of the tree and flew like a bird to the side of the tree, which was covered in dense leaves. The giant frog sensed the movement in front of him and leaped forward.

Vicilico lifted the green leaves that covered the trunk of the tree, and stubbornly brushed away the beetle that was enjoying the feast. The beetles spread their elytra and fluttered their transparent wings in the air, and the giant frog was attracted by the panicked beetles, and it flew to the front of the tree, and a long blue tongue rushed out of its huge mouth, pressing several beetles to the trunk.

It was a spectacular scene less than five meters away in front of Draenor's eyes, and one of the frog's front legs alone was half the height of Draenor, and if there was a ready-made grave at his feet, he would have plunged into it and slept forever.

Vekily ducked to the side of the tree trunk for the moment the frog preyed, and the tongue slowly receded in her ear, and was swallowed by the frog. Jeanne jumped over the wetland, landed firmly on the banyan tree, drew her spear, and turned to Vekirico and nodded.

"Well, the most critical moment has arrived......"

Luckily, the plan went well, but it all happened much faster than Vickily had expected, and she suddenly didn't know what to do next.

The giant frog's air sac swelled high in front of Draenor and retracted violently, the loud sound of "cluck-cluck" made Draenor's nerves tremble, and the sunlight shone through the jungle on the giant frog's body, and the bright purple light always marked the warning of death.

"Draenor ...... Stay where you are, don't move, there are a lot of insects in the forest, and they can be led away at any time. Vickyrico said to Draenor from behind a tree.

She had a good point, but alas, it was not possible.

Draenor knew in his heart that many amphibians were good at medium and long-range predation precisely because of the strong aura they exuded. Insects are not brainless pieces of flesh, they will sense this aura and stay away from the threat, and now at least within a radius of more than ten meters around the giant frog, there will be no insects for the time being.

"Cooper, is the back end of your axe strong enough?" Draenor asked softly.

"It's as hard as a hammer! Wait a minute...... Why do you ask this? Cooper had a hint of foreboding, he didn't know what the blue-haired boy wanted to do.

The giant frog stopped croaking, and the air seemed to freeze for a second or two.

"It's not just bugs that can lure him away." Draenor clenched his fists, turned and snatched Cooper's axe and lunged sideways, the frog opening wide open and shooting its long tongue in the direction he was moving.

"Damn, what are you doing!!" Vicilico yelled at him.

"Hooked!" Just as the two were about to make contact, Draenor dodged the attack of the long tongue in advance, pulled the scabbard from his waist, twisted his waist, and swung the short sword, the blade of which cut a long arc in the air, cutting the giant frog's tongue in half.

The frog seemed to feel a sharp pain in its tongue, and it jerked its severed tongue back into its mouth, and lay down in the grass with its belly open, kicking its legs violently.

"I'm sorry friend, in the rainforest, it's either you dead or I'm alive." Draenor rolled to the side of the grass, aimed it in the eye and stabbed the dagger into it, the frog's slime dripping from its belly onto the blade and hilt, but it was clear that the dagger still hadn't dealt a fatal blow to it.

"Don't touch that sword!" Vicilico hurriedly reminded Draenor.

"Only nails can't nail anything." A wicked smile appeared on Draenor's lips, as if everything was under his control.

He drew Cooper's hand axe, grabbed the wooden handle tightly with both hands, and slammed the hilt with the back of the axe. The slime-stained dagger pierced the frog's skull like nails, and before it could open its mouth to let out a final cry, its legs stretched out into the air like a sculpture.

"Whew—it's your turn to be a 'wood man' this time...... Draenor let out a long breath and sat down on the ground.

"Mr. Delanor!" Jeanne hurried to Draenor's side with her spear in hand, and thankfully, he didn't get a drop of slime on his body.

"You idiot! Isn't it your soul that is consumed by the curse, but your brain!? Viklico gritted her teeth and reprimanded Draenor, reaching out to slap him on the head.

“…… You didn't get that slime on you, did you? Vicky asked, frowning, she didn't want to touch that slimy thing.

"If I say no, can you put your hands down?" Draenor smiled wryly and reached out and gently pulled her arm back.

"Hah...... It's a fateful thing, don't do it again, you can't be lucky forever. Viklico seemed relieved as well, reaching out and pulling Draenor up.

"It's a pity that you gave me this good sword, did you find it from the 'Tequila'?" Draenor touched his chin and looked at the slime-covered dagger at the ends.

Although this ancient sword of Vannesia has some flaws, it is quite easy to use, light and powerful, but it is a pity that it has to be said goodbye to it.

"Bring it to me, you blue-haired little ghost!" Cooper walked up to Draenor and snatched his precious axe, one hand on his waist and the other against his mouth, scrutinizing the dirty dagger.

"To be honest, I don't think there's anything 'pity' about it." Cooper said, pulling a rough leaf from his side and carefully wiping the slime around the hilt. He took out a blue silk scarf from his bosom and expertly wrapped the hilt of his sword.

"That should be fine." Cooper tapped his finger on the hilt of his sword, and after a few confirmations, pulled the dagger out of the frog's head, turned and handed it to Draenor.

"This is a stone statue poison frog, the venom it secretes is enough to turn a dozen adults into stiff sculptures just a little bit of contact with the skin, you kid is really big."

Draenor slowly took the slime-stained dagger, and he couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't pay attention to the blade and cut his finger.

"All in all, it's an unappetizing 'enchantment', right?" Draenor raised his dagger, venom flowing slowly along the blade.

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