"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Tamik seems to have some deep hatred for the leaves here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFrom noon to late afternoon, a thick layer of broken leaves had been piled up at Tamik's feet.

Tarmik gritted his teeth and picked up a leaf again, slowly starting to inject his mana into it. The roots of the leaves slowly turn pale yellow until they encounter the first vein forks.

With a slight change of breath, Tamik carefully controlled the magic. Trying to split the magic into two strands and inject them into the sub-veins.

"Bang" As Tamik begins to disperse his mana, the fragile leaves shatter again under Tamik's disordered magic.

Tamik was indifferent to this matter. In the course of an afternoon, Tamik had seen such a scene many times.

Tamic also progressed from shattering the leaves as soon as he was infused with mana, to the point where he could infuse his mana into the thickest veins of the leaves, and the leaves would not shatter.

Expressionless, Tammik ripped off a leaf again and fed his mana. But this time, instead of diverting the mana, Tammik traveled it along the thickest veins of leaves. The thickest vein of a leaf is undoubtedly the one in the middle of the leaf.

The magic slowly filled the entire central vein, and the original emerald green leaves, the middle line completely turned a hazy pale yellow.

"It's finally some progress. Tamik comforted himself inwardly.

Get up from the tree where you have been sitting all afternoon, and throw away the leaves in your hand. Tamik patted the dust off his clothes, it was time to eat.

Food was still easy to find in this low-level Warcraft area, and within a few steps, Tamik found a bronze-level sharp-toothed boar sleeping at the bottom of a tree.

After using magic all afternoon, Tamik subconsciously threw out a silver-level magic multi-rock thorn.

Dozens of short sharp thorns made of rocks instantly forced the sharp-toothed boar. The poor fanged boar was still sleeping, and he didn't even have a chance to scream, and he was instantly pierced through his body by a rock thorn.

After more than a month of living in the wild, Tamik's various survival skills have greatly improved. Skillful skinning, bloodletting, ignition. As for the grill, Tamik took the material directly from the locality, using the rock spikes that had just been released.

The campfire is lit and Tamik sits next to it. The orange flames illuminated Tamik's handsome and immature face. While waiting for dinner, Tammik looked at his right hand in a daze.

When he released the magic casually before, it felt a little smoother than before.

Since "Rock Spike" was unsure of Tamik's ability, he tried again. It's just that when trying, Tammik focuses more on his own magic changes.

The conclusion he came to made Tamik a little excited, and his magic did work a little more smoothly. Even if it's only a tiny point, even so small that it can only be detected just a little.

To be sure, Tamik also cast several different spells specifically to test. The result that came after that made Tammik smile.

This shows that the previous training is still very effective. In this way, wouldn't your magic problem be solved?

There are generally three problems that plague mages: the amount of mana, the control of mana, and the amount of magic mastered. Magic?Tamik, who has the memories of the dragon's heritage, is not lacking at all.

Will Tamik, who is a three-headed golden holy dragon, be lacking? Therefore, the only thing that restricts the improvement of Tamik's magic ability is the control of mana.

Now there is a way to solve this last problem. Tamik could already imagine himself standing on a mountain peak, a spectacular scene of a magic spell cracking and landslide.

While dreaming of a bright future, Tamik tore off a piece of wild boar that had been roasted next to it and began to chew it heavily.

Although Tamik didn't know what this wild boar meat tasted like at all.

This is also the most painful thing for Tamik, who came to this strange world by himself. It is a great regret in life that there is no way to taste this otherworldly special food. Even Tamik can only feel the quality of the food by its taste.

Although he was eating, Tamik's mind was on something else.

Now that he can't transform into a dragon, Tammik can't use his full strength. The combat power of the human form and the magic melee combined belong to the lowest type of demigod.

And in human form, Tamik wants to become stronger, and he has already found a way in terms of magic. But in terms of martial arts, Tamik really doesn't have much to do. Skills need to be practiced, and speed cannot be improved. There are many disadvantages.

Although Tamik is not slow at the moment, he has not yet formed an overwhelming ability like his strength.

Thinking about speed, Tammik was really a little depressed. Even if you can partially dragonize, as long as you turn into dragon wings, your speed can be greatly improved.

Just, damn dragon hunting potion. Tamik viciously bit down a large mouthful of wild boar, and the coldness in his eyes could literally freeze a person's soul.

This is not only hating the inventor of the dragon hunting potion, but also hating the dragon hunting potion itself. After the invention of the dragon hunting potion, I don't know how many dragons died aggrieved.

You must know that the dragons themselves are not very fertile, so the number of dragons has always been very small. In addition, all parts of the dragon's body are rare treasures, so they naturally become the target of hunting.

The small population leads to an unusual unity of the dragons. Therefore, most of the time, if you want to hunt an adult dragon, you are often prepared to fight a group of dragons.

Because this dragon may have summoned dragon scales given by many dragon friends.

Not long after, a wild boar weighing nearly 500 catties turned into food in Tamik's stomach.

After eating, Tamik did not rest. The ground next to the originally bright bonfire swelled, extinguishing the bonfire and burying it deep underground. The surroundings began to darken, leaving only a little moonlight shining on Tamik's body. This is a low-level magic that Tammik has mastered that can change the terrain - geokinesis.

Then he continued to perform the earth movement technique, and the ground rolled, burying the thorny weeds in front of Tammik as well in the ground. A one-meter-wide and five-meter-long road was formed.

The hardness of this road is not much worse than that of the roads in the city. And the road is slowly lengthening as Tamik advances.

And the direction of this road is the heart of the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.

"If you want to become stronger, fighting is the best way!" was the phrase Tarmik had said to him when he was in the Dragon Realm, when Rick stood on the peak of Babel.

Tammick still remembers Rick's expression when he said this when he looked at the void sky from the peak of Baiton that day. Perseverance, fanaticism, self-confidence! This is how Rick feels by Tamik. It was only then that Tamick realized that maybe this was the real Rick. His father, Rick Covel, the Dragon Emperor of the Dragons.

Many days later, a team of adventurers came to the place to find it with surprise. Here there was a path that led to the depths of the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. It's just that at this time, the grass on this path has been scattered, and I believe that this path will not be visible in a few months.

In fact, Tamik did this not without purpose, first, to exercise magic. Secondly......

Well, the truth is that Tamik really hates walking in this forest where weeds are taller than people, let alone through the overgrown trees. Tamik, who was simply afraid of trouble, bulldozed all the way directly.

As for the fact that the movement was too loud, Tammik didn't care. Originally, he was here to fight, and he wished that there was an opponent.

On the way to the depths of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, the demonic beasts below the heaven level either fled from the wind or turned into Tamik's rations. Even many of the heaven-level demonic beasts fell at the feet of Tamik. It also includes a heaven-level rock python.

It's just that this rock python, whether it is strength or wisdom, is much weaker than the previous demigod rock python. At the cost of minor injuries, Tamik died at his hands.

Perhaps Tamik had gone too far, and a demigod-level black-edged mantis was eyeing him.

As a result, Tamik was almost cut in half by the sharp scythe of the Black Blade Mantis, and in the face of the Black Edge Mantis, which was several times faster than himself, Tamik still learned the previous escape method of the rock python to survive.

And because of the injuries caused by this battle, it took ten days for Tamik's recovery ability to fully heal.

In a small mud hut far from Blackblade Mantis's territory, Tamik sat on a stone chair covered with yellowish broken leaves. The white swordsman suit on his body had turned a little gray at this time.

But Tamik ignored it, instead looking intently at the green leaves in his hand.

I saw that the original emerald green leaves in Tamik's hand were already slightly yellow. If you look closely, you will see that the main veins of the leaves flow with pale yellow magic. And seven of the eight thicker veins connected to the thickest main vein were already filled with pale yellow magic.

And a magical force from the main vein is slowly moving towards the eighth second-level vein.

The hazy magic is like a spring silkworm, slowly eating away at the original green of the leaves one by one. At this critical moment, Tamick did not rush, but slowly pushed forward at a slower pace.

Almost, just a little. Although Tamik was as calm as water on the surface at this time, he was inexplicably excited inside. Just one step away.

As Tammik further entered his mana, the mana in the eighth vein also moved forward, completely filled with mana.

As the nine veins on the leaves filled, Tamik suddenly rose. Holding the leaves in his hand in front of him and looking at it, his eyes were full of fascination. The emerald green leaves have a hazy yellow hue, which is beautiful.

Let go of your hand and let the leaves whirl to the ground. Tamik walked out of the dirt hut, where he had been for almost two months since his injury.

At the moment when Tammik just walked out of the earthen house, the earthen house behind him collapsed in an instant, and the dust flew up.

And Tamik slowly walked out of the flying dust, a grim smile on his lips.

"Black-edged mantis, are you ready for me to come?"