The Ranger has a cabin of his own deep in the jungle. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info This is not the kind of building made of wooden planks and stones, but it is slowly created by changing the direction of tree growth.

Going back up, the house has been around since 200 years ago, but there was only one tree hole at that time. Now, as the trees grow, the original tree cavity has been pushed to a height of 20 meters, which seriously affects the stability of the trees. So decades ago, the tree hole was smashed open and demolished, turning it into an open lookout platform that Zhao Mai now sees.

There are still three usable houses left, each belonging to three generations of Jungle Rangers, each built in their own era. Underneath these three there is also an unfinished tree hole that is supposed to be for the next generation of rangers. Some purple-red vines clinged to the hollows of the trees, glowing faintly from time to time. Unlike the vines that absorb the nutrients of the trees, the roots of the purple vines are rooted in the soil, and they do not appear to be weak at all, but like a pulled chain, they continue to expand the size of the tree hole.

The gourd-shaped Ranger Tree is surrounded by a meadow, and only the grass can survive in the shadow of the huge canopy, and no other tree can grow at all. A group of rabbits were frolicking here, and when they saw Zhao Mai, they ran away, and quickly hid under the intricate rhizomes of the Ranger Tree. A big white goose straightened its neck, flapped its wings violently, and rushed towards Zhao Mai with a quack.

Carl lifted his kick and kicked the goose aside. The goose blinked and knew that he had accomplished his task, so he propped up his fat belly with his wings, screamed twice more demonstratively, and then twisted his body, like an obese official in old, and swaggered to the trough to find something to eat.

Geese are very territorial and are similar to dogs in terms of housekeeping. A goose cries and a gray-green head pokes out of the tallest tree hollow room.

It is a half-orc, a descendant of orcs and other humanoid races. Whether they are humans, elves, halflings, or gnomes, orcs are all half-orcs, which also shows the strength of their bloodline to some extent. At present, only the Dragonborn can suppress the bloodline of the orcs, and the descendants left behind will be half-dragons. Dwarf...... I've never heard of a half-dwarf, which means that their bloodline is as tough as a rock like their temper.

This brings us to another race: elves. The offspring of elves and humans are half-elves, but what about orcs? It's a taboo subject, and even the most suave elves will be furious when they hear it. Zhao Mai discussed with a group of brain-opening friends and thought that the final appearance should be half-orcs instead of half-elves.

It is said that the orcs have always used this incident to prove that their blood is more noble than the elves, which is the source of the feud between the elves and the orcs (one of them?) The orcs are also trying to infect the dwarven bloodline, so the dwarves and the orcs are not in the same place.

To put it a little more gossipy, why do other races have a good attitude towards half-elves, but elves treat them bad......ly? It's good for everyone to understand. Even the most "noble" race has times when it comes to thinking with the lower half of its body.

"Teacher, you're back!" the orc shouted happily, and then jumped straight down from the treehouse that was nearly ten meters high. He adjusted his stance in mid-air, and landed steadily on the ground like a sturdy cat.

With a small head, a thick neck, and a body that hasn't swelled up yet, this is still an orc in his teenage years. He **** wears his upper body, but he wears a leather skirt around his waist. In the process of jumping down, the things under it swayed and broke into Zhao Mai's sight, causing him to feel nauseous for a while.

"Soru. The old ranger pointed at the orc and introduced it to Zhao Mai. "This is Mike, I picked it up from the lake, and he's lost. ”

The half-orc opened his arms and hugged him, and the pectoral muscles, biceps and other muscles and muscle groups worked together, squeezing the air out of Zhao Mai's lungs at once. Zhao Mai's eyes rolled and a "uh...... came out of his throat Uh......" screams.

Fortunately, Soru just hugged it and let go, and immediately turned to rummage through the bag behind Carl's back, and took out the boar's leg to jump and jump happily.

Zhao Mai took a few deep breaths and adjusted his breathing. He vaguely saw a hint of cunning flashing under the gray eyes of the orc just now, and he didn't know if it was a simple joke or something else.

Carl put down his backpack, put his index and middle fingers in his mouth, and blew hard. The Ranger Hut immediately came to life, and dozens of animals of all kinds crawled out of their hiding places. Zhao Mai saw a python the thickness of a bucket pushing through the dirt, quietly swimming behind the rabbit and opening its bloody mouth.

Before he could exclaim, he saw the rabbit being thrown into the air, and then being whipped aside by the python's tail. The round gray rabbit bounced on the grass like a tennis ball and rolled out with a grunt.

The python grinned, squeezed east and west, and went straight to the front. Its eyes were full of meekness and flattery, and it brought its head more than a foot away from Carl's palm, like a child waiting for praise from an adult.

The old ranger did not move, but continued to wait. A short time later, an old yellow dog with bald hair came out of the hollow of the tree. It was lame on one leg and blind in one eye. The slanted wound from the top of the head to the corners of the mouth has been around for many years, and it is clear that this is the cause of blindness.

Behind it was a round puppy, struggling to keep up with its short legs. The old dog looks like a golden retriever, but this puppy can't tell the breed, a bit like Akita, and a little like a Shiba Inu. It always opens its small mouth and tries to bite the last hair left on the bald tail of the old dog in front of it.

Soru put down the pig's leg, took two steps, scooped up the puppy, and wiped his face with it affectionately. The old dog stuck out his big tongue to lick his lips, spat at the python, and then put his chin in Carl's palm.

It first enjoyed the caress of its owner, and then crawled into the sun to snooze with satisfaction. The python wanted to enjoy a full body massage, but after the old ranger grabbed it by the neck and shook it a few times, he was satisfied and "generously" gave up his position.

Karl pointed to the tree hole on the second floor, signaling that Zhao Mai could live there, and then led a group of chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits to inspect the yard. Soru threw the puppy on the ground and followed with a scream.

The python tilted its head to look at Zhao Mai, stretched out its nose and sniffed it up and down carefully, as if it was better to examine where to put its mouth. Zhao Mai knew that the animals trained by the rangers would not easily hurt people, so he could face them calmly and not be scared of his soft legs. This kind of performance obviously made the python very satisfied, gently wiped Zhao Mai with his body, and walked away on his own.

The puppy rolled over and fell at Zhao Mai's feet. Looking at the little red tongue it spit out, Zhao Mai held it in his arms with pity.

The python hissed twice and glanced back.