"Whistle and I walked in the depths of the Scorpion Cave, where we found a strange creature, which from the outward appearance appeared to be just a gray-black ordinary stone, of various sizes, some the size of a skull, others the size of an egg.

I didn't notice them at first, until I was walking down the road when an arc of lightning suddenly burst out and hit me, making me numb.

I thought the whistle was joking with me and said to it, 'Whistle, don't make a fuss.' The whistle turned around and gave me a confused look, when several purple arcs crackled at me, and this time I could see clearly that the arc was jumping out of the ground on my left side.

These arcs of lightning hit me, causing my hair to suddenly explode, and the witch costume on my body became charred in several places, and the whole person stood in place.

'Crackling'

As soon as my scalp exploded, several more arcs appeared.

Fortunately, the whistle reacted in time to emit a small arc of electricity, attracting these electric rays of light to it.

The whistle purred in comfort, and the electric light seemed to massage it again.

I recovered from the numbness and quickly gave myself a healing technique. Then look at the culprit, an inconspicuous stone.

I decided to name it a magnet, and when it discharges, it produces beautiful blue light streaks on its body.

The whistle came up with a tiny flash of lightning, and I took a few steps back in fright, and the whistle gave me a roll of the eyes to show its mockery at me. It takes a few steps forward and pushes its hooves against the magnet to make it roll around.

The magnet seemed to get angry, and more small pieces of electric light jumped on the whistle's body, but it only caused the whistle to snort comfortably.

The magnet soon ran out of strength, and the blue light that had just lit up on its body seemed to lack stamina, and it suddenly dimmed.

The whistle stomped on it with one hoof, and went to find another magnet for a massage.

I noticed that one of the broken and fragmented magnets had a different painting style, and I reached out to pick it up, and as soon as my fingertips touched it, a static electricity hit my finger, and my finger subconsciously shrank.

It's called the Magnetic Core, I seem to have seen it in that book, and it's a spell casting material for mid-to-high-level electrical spells.

My hand was in my sleeve grasping the core, and I easily picked it up and put it in my pocket.

The whistle was having a lot of fun in front, so I followed behind to pick up the cores. Later, as soon as the magnets sensed the appearance of the whistle, they quickly rolled together, emitting a huge electric current.

The whistle hesitated and gave up. After all, a high current can also harm it. I don't care, after all, I don't know the recipe of the casting materials for mid-to-high-level spells, and the magnetic core doesn't have much effect here.

The deeper you go into the cave, the warmer it gets.

The fire scorpions reappeared, but when they saw us, they quickly retracted into a corner, apparently scared by us.

A pool of magma gradually appeared on the ground, and a lizard with a fiery red body inhabited it. I know this creature, it's called a magma lizard, it can spit magma, and its body temperature is up to 500 or more. I sensed danger and beckoned to leave.

The exploration of the Fire Scorpion Cave is over, and although it is a pity that there is no way to know what is in the depths, it is still the most important thing to die.

When he walked to the entrance of the cave and found that it was already dark, he returned to the wall wood, lit a bonfire, and began to process the sulfur and prepare the materials for the fireball spell. Then eat and do your usual exercise. ”

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"When I woke up today, it was a little dark, and it felt like it was going to rain. But I decided to go home anyway, because I wouldn't catch a cold in the rain anyway.

Maybe it was raining, and there were almost no dangerous creatures on the road, so I thought it was my lucky day.

It was me who was too happy too early, and halfway through I met the human adventurers, and the whistle was the first to spot them, and I hastened to hide in the grass on the side.

But it's hard for me to escape the attention of humans, and to humans I'm like a crane standing in a flock of chickens, shining and conspicuous.

I know that, but hiding in the grass will still buy me about two or three seconds, and I can take advantage of it to hold back my big move.

I met a team of five people, two warriors, two archers, and one wanderer.

As soon as they noticed me, a warrior roared at me, the archer with his bow and his bow trying to interrupt my spell, but I had already finished casting: Bead Fireball, an advanced application of fireball.

Another fighter, realizing that he could not interrupt my movements, decisively raised his shield to protect the two shooters behind him.

The warrior who rushed over slashed the fireball that was shooting at him with a single sword, and the rest of the fireball crackled and slammed into the shield, shattering the shield in one fell swoop, but he was only slightly injured to the warrior who was holding the shield.

I rolled on the spot, barely dodging the slash of the warrior. He shouted to me, 'Die, witch!' and I used my staff to block the warrior's sword and replied to him, 'No, it is you who die.' Don't you wonder why the archers haven't shot arrows yet?' The warrior's breath faltered, and he turned his head sharply to see what had left him dumbfounded.

It turned out that when I attracted their attention, the whistle had already gone around and released a large thunderbolt after I released a series of fireballs, killing them all in seconds, after all, they were just ordinary people, the safe voltage was only 36 volts, and the physical fitness of humans in this world was better, but it was meaningless at least 100 amperes.

"Is it really good to be distracted while fighting?" I said coolly, and the moment he turned around, he threw materials, waved his staff, and entered divine power at the same time. Smash a small fireball on the back of his head.

The warrior's hair burned, and then his upper body burned, but he wasn't dead yet, he roared wildly, raised his sword and tried to slash at me, but he stopped halfway up and fell to the ground, sending a spark in the air.

With a light sigh, I walked over to the other adventurers and crouched down to pack up their loot.

As soon as I squatted down, I instantly felt my scalp tingle, how could there be only three corpses, wanderers? I swooped forward, and a figure suddenly appeared behind me, holding a short dagger with cold light in his hand and stabbing me in the back of the heart, but fortunately, I swooped down, and the dagger was pierced in my shoulder.

The whistle roared, sending out a purple arc of lightning behind me, but the wanderer missed the blow and fled thousands of miles away. After a few turns, it disappeared from my vision.

I reluctantly stood up, on the alert for a few moments, thinking that he had indeed left. He sat down and gasped for air.

Turning his head to look at the dagger on his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and pulled it out, and quickly brushed it to heal. Without waiting for the wound to heal completely, he hastily packed up the loot. Proceed deeper into the forest. ”