The fog in the mountains was so thick that even the cold wind in the mountains couldn't do anything, but it wasn't a big problem for the druids. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This fog still belongs to the realm of the Natural Force, and on the continent of Westeros, the Force is at your fingertips.

Zhao Mai stretched his hands forward, palms up and down, the force flowed between his hands, and gradually formed a swirling wind. He whispered a plea for help in the Force's ear, and the Force responded, and the fog cleared, allowing him to see farther.

A rabbit that was still grazing looked up in surprise when the fog suddenly dissipated, blinking red eyes and looking around. Zhao Mai had already used the chameleon function of the camouflage ring to blend himself with his surroundings, and he looked like a combination of rock and dead grass. He flicked the hunter's spear in his hand and threw it with a whoosh.

The spear, glowing blue, drew a beautiful parabola, thrust into the rock beside the rabbit with a thud, and plunged into it. The frightened rabbit ran away, but slammed headlong into the reserve that had just been teleported. The big dog flicked his front paws hard. With a squeak and a scream, the rabbit rolled twice and hit the stone, whimpering for his life.

Then the reserve grain held the rabbit in his mouth, wagged his tail and ran back happily, showing off to Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai was very helpless, although he flew back into his hand with the blood spear of the hunter as soon as he beckoned, which looked very cool, but it was a hard injury if he missed. He had simply learned how to fight hand-to-hand with a short spear, and the basic movements were enough with the help of psychic abilities, but that didn't mean he could solve all the problems in the middle distance.

"Looks like there's a lot of work to do. Zhao Mai swept the short spear and began to throw it continuously, looking for a feel. Seven or eight times out of ten, he will be able to hit the target, but in a real battle, seven or eight times out of ten will not be enough.

Similarly, one rabbit is not enough to cook, why do you have to find two or three animals of this size. Including Zhao Mai herself, there were as many as eleven of Mrs. Stark's party. Catelyn and Rodric in Winterfell, Tyrion and his retinue named Jack in Castle Rock, Zhao Mai and Reserve Grain in the Wilderness, Willy Walder, a mercenary knight in Harrenhal, and Marianne the foolish troubadour. Among the mercenaries, the short-haired fat Kurekai is simple-minded and obedient to Mrs. Stark, the shrewd Bronn rarely comments and only speaks when things matter to him, and the wandering warrior Safre who spends his days holding a sword and always watching around him with a wary gaze. They aim a little further than Kurekai and have more desire for status than for money.

It was definitely not enough to feed eleven people with three rabbits, but Zhao Mai had planned to collect some other things that could be eaten along the way. With the mantra "Purify Food", you can eat everything that seems to be edible, and although it may not be nutritious, it will certainly not spoil your stomach.

Thankfully, this did not happen. There are very few people in the mountains, so the plants grow almost undisturbed, and there are many wild vegetables among them. Zhao Mai is not an expert in wild vegetables, but the Force of Nature can help him solve this problem. What can be eaten and what can't be eaten, what is delicious and what is not delicious, the feeling that gives Zhao Mai is different in the natural force environment. So, all he had to do was toss the feel-good wild vegetables into his backpack.

There are also berries, nuts, and the like that are collected in the same way. After all, this is not a wild trip, Zhao Mai didn't have time to look carefully and ensure the taste, let's ensure the quantity first. Just as he was picking up wild strawberries, he heard the sound of small pebbles falling overhead. Looking up, he smiled happily: a skinny wild goat was jumping up and down the rock face, nibbling on the unvisited grass in the crevices.

"Reserve food, you don't have to go up this time, I'll come!" Zhao Mai picked up the hunter's blood spear and began to use the power of the psychic ability. If you simply consider combat skills, Zhao Mai can only be regarded as barely qualified, and there is a gap between him and the "good hand". But if you use spells to help him, or psychic abilities to enhance your senses and physical control, he'll become a master.

The goats were not at all nervous about the one person and one dog more than 40 meters away from their feet, and still ate slowly and leisurely. It seemed to it that no creature could quickly close the distance, and it felt fairly safe.

It's a lot of fun to use spells and psychic abilities to help you fight. With a "I'm sure I'll be able to hit" confidence and the best physical response, the spear spun like a bullet and flew out of Zhao Mai's hand. The goat shuddered, but before it could send the dodging nerve signal to its legs, the hunter's blood spear had already pierced its neck.

Zhao Mai aimed at the position of the chest, because the throwing speed was faster and arrived early, so the parabola was a little up. This is actually not good, he thought about it: the huge gap between using spells and not using spells will affect his grasp of strength and accuracy. So you can't count on all spells, you still have to do a good job of basic practice when you have time, and the foundation will never be useless.

The goats died in the first place and rolled down the hillside. Zhao Mai immediately ordered the hunter Blood Spear to fly back, otherwise the widening wound would make the goat's body less and less meat to eat. Reserve Grain was about to happily pick up the prey, and after a few meters away, it suddenly stopped. It ducked its head and pouted its ass, its eyes to the sky, and bared its teeth in a low, warning growl.

Zhao Mai raised his head. They were in the valley, and the fog around them had lifted, but the mountainside was still there. The rolling clouds change into various shapes, like the undulating waves of the sea.

The feeling of grain reserves is never wrong, Zhao Mai trusts it unconditionally, since it feels threatened, then the threat must exist. But where is this threat? Zhao Mai holds a weapon in one hand and casts a spell with the other hand to strengthen his senses such as sight and hearing, a technique that the druid called Sharp-Eared Eagle Eye.

Sure enough, he noticed something different. In the gray mist, a large black shadow was moving through the vapor. He had a stout head, huge wings, a slender tail and four legs, and from head to tail he was about the size of a stretched bus. When flying, it doesn't seem to need to vibrate its wings, so it's silent, and its huge body gives it a feeling of lightness, as if gliding lightly on a snow made of fog.

"Dragon, or is it an adult dragon?" Zhao Mai couldn't believe his eyes. "This can't be!" The three existing dragons in Westeros were all on the other side of the strait, thousands of miles away, and they should have just hatched (not yet), and they wouldn't be that big!

The dragon had no interest in what was happening beneath him, came quietly, and left again quietly, leaving Zhao Mai still immersed in shock. What does this mean, is there a hidden dragon in this world, where does it usually live, why no one sees it, what is its purpose, does it have an owner?

The dragon flew away, and the dog began to act again, it used its mouth to grab the carcass of the sheep that had fallen under the cliff and ran back, throwing it at Zhao Mai's feet and licking the blood on its lips. Zhao Mai was still looking up at the sky, and only after a while did he say, "Bastard, it's better to believe in a book than to have no book!" )