"Reserve food, I have to rely on you. "Zhao Mai looked at the puppy sitting in front of him, and couldn't reach out to touch it if he wanted to."www.biquge.info Even if the Reserve can help him untie up, it's best to wait until his arm is almost recovered. "Food, water, these two are the basics. I don't know how many times you'll be able to use your teleportation, but be careful not to get caught. Remember, don't get caught!"

Reserve grain tilted his head, and then gasped twice. Then, it went to the corner of the log prison and lifted its leg to pee, then flicked its tail, and the teleportation vanished.

Tessian's convoy will not stop, and they continue to march towards Tyre as always. The guards who had been killed in the battle were stripped naked and their bodies were thrown on the Gobi Desert. The sun and sand will dispose of these carcasses, as will scavenging animals. But before they could arrive, the reserve was found.

Survival has its cruelty, and it is not etiquette and rules that run through the ecosystem, but the food chain. The reserve walked among the corpses, sniffing around with his nose, and then began to fill his stomach.

There was a tremor on the ground, and several scavenging beetles emerged. However, there is enough meat to eat, and they don't bother with the reserves. But what has been eaten by a scavenging beetle will become "dirty", and other creatures will get sick and turn into new corpses if they eat it. So the puppy finished eating as soon as possible, then tore off and took a large piece of meat in his mouth, relying on his urine mark, and teleported back to Zhao Mai.

"You let me eat this?raw?" Zhao Mai was stunned, and then there was a burst of nausea. Reserve grain put down the things, walked over, lay down gently, and rested his head on Zhao Mai's lap. It looked up at its master, then licked its lips, lightening the blood-stained marks on the side of its mouth.

For a long time, the reserve grain has been eaten the same as Zhao Mai, all cooked food. Only the occasional march ration or something is considered a cold meal. In fact, this dog can be regarded as pampered by Zhao Mai, and he has not suffered much, and the number of hunts is very small. Zhao Mai looked at it and smiled self-deprecatingly, obviously he asked the reserve grain to find something to eat, but in the end, he still disliked it. Do you still want to let the reserve go to the convoy to find food, can you force it to take that risk?

Since this world is still in the midst of barbarism, only barbarism can survive in this world. Force and power were distant things for Zhao Mai, who thought he could reason with the Templars, but the end result was that he was imprisoned. He gradually understood why it would be a gladiator who would eventually overthrow the witch king's power, because only those who constantly experienced cruelty and barbarism on the line of life and death truly represented the will of this world.

"Give it to me, I'll eat. Zhao Mai said to the reserve grain: "I said before, you will eat what I eat, and our food will be consistent." Now it's time for me to make good on my promise. Proteins, fats, that's all there is to it. If I need to become a beast, then I will become a beast. ”

Tearing the flesh with your teeth, the smell of blood fills your mouth. Zhao Mai endured the discomfort and hurriedly swallowed after a simple chew, hoping that his digestive system would solve the remaining problems. This wild way of eating seems to activate something. Although he still wore a "depression collar" around his neck, Zhao Mai clearly felt a little bit of natural force circulating in his body.

He quickly closed his eyes, meditated, and then communicated with this trace of natural force, and once again penetrated into his bloodline. Although Wadsworth had said that he couldn't train for natural transformation, that would make his body collapse gradually. But he needed help now, and in the bloodline, he could get it.

A more robust digestive system that works better than any therapeutic agent in the current situation. Zhao Maiqiang endured the psychological discomfort and pinned all his hopes on his body, the human body that had evolved over millions of years. How long has the history of human beings using fire, and what about the time span of Ru Mao's blood drinking? There are always some hidden powers in the bloodline, and the natural force will dig it out and apply it to deal with the current situation, this is Zhao Mai's order to the force.

Only better access to nutrition can lead to better recovery, and only better recovery can make it possible to get out of trouble. With this glimmer of hope brought by the natural force, and with the loyal help of the reserve grain, Zhao Mai has the confidence that he will definitely get everything back on track!

"Tai Xi!" Zhao Mai took a bite of the meat and snorted. "Tessian, Tessian, Tessian......"

In this way, Zhao Mai has been locked in this dark cage, and can only know the change of day and night through the temperature changes in the outside world. The reserve always goes to help him find something to eat, and he always finds food. Most of them are wild game captured, and occasionally it will steal some food from humans in the convoy when others are not looking. Fortunately, there is no sea of sand on the way, there are always some animals infested, and Zhao Mai's previous battle has greatly reduced the number of guards, so luck has always been accompanied by a reserve of food, and they "can always find what they want" (thanks to Xue Pox). After eating too much, Zhao Mai quickly became accustomed to all kinds of game, and his strong digestive system has been working very hard. He also continued to hypnotize himself, imagining that he was Yang Guo with a broken arm, and the reserve grain was the Condor, bringing himself all kinds of snake gall all day long.

The only pity is that there is no snake gall that can increase strength, just the meat of various animals. In order to find these things to eat, the reserve grain also went through many struggles and was bullied. When Zhao Mai was eating, it gently licked its wounds with its tongue without complaining.

Once a certain amount of natural force has been accumulated, Zhao Mai will treat the reserve grain. Under the influence of the repression collar, these forces are always a drop in the pan, and can only be simply guided, but cannot be constructed into a complete spell, and the wound recovery speed is not fast for both people and dogs. So Zhao Mai kept squeezing his potential, hoping to have more and more. It's like he's doing weight training, except this time it's not muscles, it's mastery and use of the Natural Force.

Taicien never knew that he was catching a spellcaster, and he was too superstitious about the power of suppressing the collar, thinking that Zhao Mai had been weak. Where he couldn't see, Zhao Mai was recovering and exercising, and the same was true for the reserve grain. The fighting and wild food along the way made the reserve food grow rapidly, and the wild nature of the body became more and more sufficient. Hard teeth and sharp claws, a more slender and powerful back. It's becoming more and more like a wolf than that silly and cute house pet. Although Zhao Mai still didn't understand why it could teleport, it didn't matter, the reserve grain was his brother, and the more it would be, the better.

Thanks to enough meat, he recovered much faster than others expected, but he was careful to hide it. Every two or three days, Tessian would have the half-giants pull him out of the prison cart and check on him. First the pressed collar around his neck, then the recovery of his arm. At this time, Zhao Mai would always find an opportunity to shout, interfere with the process of the inspection, or use high-minded talk to distract Tai Xi'an's attention.

The Templar had assembled the megalodon, but was unable to launch it. Zhao Mai had already destroyed the firing mechanism, and this step allowed him to live for the time being. "Has Tyre City arrived?" Zhao Mai always asked.

"Do you have any connections in Tyre, a high-ranking Templar, or an official of the Council?" Tessian thought as he thought to himself, and everyone seemed suspicious. "Your Masked Alliance has infiltrated that level, tell me a few names, and I'll consider making your life more comfortable. ”

"I'm not from the Masked Alliance. The more Zhao Mai said this, the more Tai Xi'an didn't believe it. "If you do this, it will affect the rule of King Karak, and it will not be good for you. ”

"You're still free to care about me, Masked One. Taician tugged Zhao Mai's neck and asked him to look at the situation in the team: "See, your newly bought slave is already working for me, and your foolish slave in the past is about to recognize the reality." It's just you, the guy with an open mind, who still wants to fight me. What qualifications do you have?"

A sharp pain exploded from Zhao Mai's brain, and Tai Xi'an reached in with his psychic tentacles again. Zhao Mai immediately thinks in a way that mixes Mandarin and Grallion languages, forcing himself to construct a novel in his mind. Although the words were all broken by the psychic ability, Tessian could only find strange theories, and nothing useful could be unearthed.

Although Zhao Mai was unable to use his psychic abilities due to the influence of the suppression collar, his previous self-training still built a barrier, and the skills of defensive thinking and self-hypnosis were still there. One of his biggest fears right now is that Tessian hands him over to the Witch King Karak, who can easily extract all the information in his head or control him directly.

"You...... What you want to know, you need to get a guarantee in exchange. Every time he was whipped by his heart, Zhao Mai would sweat profusely, but he always held on and said to Tai Xi: "You raided and robbed me of my things, and I won't tell you those things if I didn't have a strong guarantee to make me sure I could live!"

"Guarantees?" Tessian thought to herself, could this be a trick by the Masked Alliance, why not just do it?" "What kind of assurance do you want, maybe I'll consider your proposal." ”

"You can do it yourself, you're a high-ranking Templar, there's always a way to solve it. ”

Of all the abilities of the High Templars, the only one they can't control is the Witch King. So as long as Tessian finds a way to solve the problem, then he won't go to King Karak. Zhao Mai quietly limited the scope of action for him, and Taixi was unaware. It's not a psychic ability, it's just a mental skill.