"Whew", the earth-shattering howl of the black panther is still echoing in the col, but the green figure of the black panther has gone with the wind, stepping on the still warm sand, disappearing under the rising moonlight, leaving only the fragrance of a hundred flowers, still coiled on the tip of Pannis's nose, and refused to disperse for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a cactus spike in his mouth, Pannis lay on his back on the rough gravel ground, looking at the red blood moon Lilith who was gradually becoming full of the sky, and his left hand subconsciously pressed in front of his face, gently sniffing the base of his left ring finger. There is no trace left on the surface of the place, but if you smell it carefully, there is a faint fragrance lingering on the whole finger at any time, and it is not known whether the source of this fragrance is a life-sharing ritual that is rare in a thousand years, or the green hair that has been turned into energy and merged with Pannis.

"Whoa," there was a sound of rubble, and Pannis sat up suddenly, scratching his head in annoyance, and crossed his legs to look down at the few items placed in front of him.

The handle of the short bow has been readjusted to make it more comfortable to hold, and the strips of cloth wrapped around the grip have left several patterns drawn from fresh blood, which also carry the fragrance of flowers, indicating the identity of the owner of the bloodstains. Tentatively activating the magic circle on the Hair Bow, the bow body and bowstring composed of energy were immediately ejected by the grip, and both the speed of ejection and the energy consumed were significantly improved compared to before.

On the side of the bow of hair, the heavy hundred-layer box was also placed on the ground, opening a gap, and the surging energy rushed to the face, the essence of the energy was soft, but the sufficient energy formed a strong impact, which made people can't help but want to retreat and dodge. Exuding energy, is a small arm length of a green feather arrow, the shape of the arrow is simple, it looks no different from ordinary arrows, if it is not for the surging divine power that circulates endlessly, I am afraid no one will believe that this inconspicuous arrow is an artifact that has made all races and even many gods frightened for thousands of years, a hunting arrow made by the hunting goddess Artemis herself. It can be seen that the hunting arrow has been re-wiped and maintained, the wooden arrow body and arrow are not stained with a little dust, and the sharpest tip of the arrow is obviously also wooden, but it exudes a metallic luster.

Pannis's long sword was stored in the leather sheath, and it was casually pressed on top of the hundred-layer box, which had followed Pannisy for more than a hundred years, whether it was the hilt or the leather sheath, it had long been outdated. However, looking at the sword now, it can be seen that the leather sheath has been carefully cleaned by the special cleaning liquid for cleaning the leather, and it has become clean, although it still cannot hide the old visual effect, but this oldness gives people a sense of vicissitudes of history, and it is no longer like before, only the shabby can be felt.

Even the strips of cloth on the hilt of the sword were rewound, and the tattered strips of cloth that had turned gray-black became new emerald green strips of cloth, densely wrapped around the metal hilt in layers, leaving no gaps. For a swordsman, the grip of the long sword is very important, especially the strip of cloth wrapped on it, which will directly affect the feel of the sword, and then have a subtle impact on the combat effectiveness. But this time, when Pannis held the hilt, he found that the sensation coming from the palm of his hand was no different from the grip he had wrapped, and every skin that touched the hilt felt so good, it almost gave him the illusion that it was done by himself. Raising his hand and drawing his long sword, the sharp blade exuded the cold air of the forest, and the blade that had obviously been resharpened shone brightly, like a poisonous snake hidden in the scabbard, showing its sharp fangs.

Pannis sighed, and could only smile wryly at all this, Her Majesty's sudden change from passive to active made him feel a heavy pressure in his heart, and unlike the girls of Nelly's adventure group, the hospitality from Vral made him even more confused. Moreover, for the relatively simple girls in the adventure group, Pannis, who is very experienced in all aspects, has a great confidence that their behavior can be predicted in advance through analysis, but for His Majesty Vral, who has been entrenched in the position of the Elven Queen for nearly two hundred years, all Pannis can do is cry and laugh.

Especially, when he remembered the smile he had left a few minutes ago when Her Majesty had disappeared into the twilight on her fellow beasts on horseback, the hairs on the back of Pannis's neck felt an urge to stand on end. That smile was so weird, it didn't belong to Vral in love, not the kind of gentle, shy, affectionate smile, but the smile that belonged to the king of the eight hundred thousand elves, noble, reserved, as if everything was under control.

As for why Vral had such a smile when he left, Pannis didn't know, and he didn't want to know at all, anyway, he knew in his heart that no matter what the reason, it wouldn't be so pleasant for him.

"Poof. Pannis spat out the cactus thorn in his mouth, and muttered, "If there is any conspiracy, can it be a headache compared to now? ”

As it turns out, there is.

Even a wry smile froze on his face as he muttered as he opened the last small leather bag left on the ground, as he could see the contents of the bag. The pouch was small, the size of the palm of a ten-year-old child's hand, and it was common for the bag to contain a few species of plants, all of which he knew and had learned from Vral during his adventures in the woods years ago.

There are only four seeds in total, two common and two uncommon. The common two are named satiety trees and water-drawing trees, as can be seen from the name, one fruit can be eaten as food, one trunk contains abundant water, both tree species are applied to the unique plant magic of the elves, after planting, it can grow quickly in any environment, and it can enter the maturity period in two days, if the environment is too harsh, the plant will quickly wither after maturity, and eventually return to death. However, when all supplies are exhausted, having such two trees can completely allow Pannis to support it for another ten or even dozens of days.

If these two plants were only for adequate supplies, then the third God-given Seed could provide a solid defensive base for Pannith in an open environment, with which he would have a good chance of escaping even in the event of a siege.

As for the fourth, at the same time as he recognized the fourth species, Pannis's face changed greatly, he fastened his bag tightly and put it close to him like a ghost, hurriedly put everything away as if he were fleeing for his life, ran out of the col as fast as he could, stepped onto the magic cart, and roared away from the col, leaving only a muttering that seemed to be reproachful and moving.

"You dare to give this kind of thing to others, do you want to be impeached by the Council of Elders?"

(To be continued.) )