A branch was in the hands of a man, he closed his eyes and felt the air fluctuate, pointing in one direction, and after a few people had left, the figures of Ron and Crotea appeared again near the broken branch. They looked at www.biquge.info footprints on the ground and retreated to the place where they had been waiting for Pique.

"What's your plan?" Clotea asked, leaning against a tree, as he painted.

"Analyze intelligence. Ron pointed to the drawn figure and said calmly, "This instrument is really good, it even has the function of drawing." "The thing in his hand is the magic guide of the guy who held the image of Crotea in the four-person team that the two killed before, although it is not the main attack type, but the auxiliary effect is really good. Especially in Ron's hands, the basic purpose of this magic guide is used to the extreme, "The king and the soldiers are going to eat you." A low sneer made Crotea hug her arm involuntarily. She couldn't read his paintings, but she could understand that his idea was nothing more than to use some of the demonic beasts in this place to eat those people.

"Your idea is good, but will they really be fooled?" Clotea questioned, "and the monsters in the mountains don't seem to be very belligerent. If the other party is armed with a magician, it is even more impossible. ”

"No, I've already done the math. Even if there is a demon martial arts, you will definitely die. Ron affirmed.

"What did you do? How could they possibly go to fight. Crotea looked at Ron in disbelief.

"Any idea what this is?" Ron pulled out a flower with a special fragrance from his bosom. It is glamorous and charming, and the psychedelic colors of red or yellow make ordinary people want to stop.

"You mean by this? Flowers with dementorship magic? No kidding. As long as there is a trace of magic power, it can resist, even in its flower garden, after turning on the magic force, it has no effect at all. Clotea slapped the flower off his hand, thinking that he was joking with her and livening up the atmosphere.

"Don't you believe it. Ron nodded, as if he knew that Crothea would not believe it, he grabbed her hand and said seriously, "Do you remember how long we have been in this sacred mountain?" Clotea shook her head, signaling that she had forgotten.

"I don't remember either. The long trek left me exhausted. If you look at our food, even if the food obtained from the corpses of the constant fighting is supported by magic, we are no longer there, and the body is still in a state of semi-starvation, this half-starved state is a hunger after all, it will accumulate. Even the strongest person will get tired. Ron explained the rationale of his plan. Crotea still shook her head.

"I don't believe it, they are "woe", they are adventurers, and this ability to survive in the wild must be very strong. Even if you don't have food to replenish, you can hunt nearby beasts and monsters to satisfy your hunger, as well as nearby berries. ”

"How do the beasts, monsters, and berries compare to the food I cooked?" Ron said with a smile, "Do you remember that pig?!" Clotea froze in place, looking at Ron in a daze.

"There has never been a thief, you are the thief. Crotea glared at Ron and said something like this.

"Clever, put the 'Flower of Death' on the barbecued Pique pig, and faked it as a hastily left, hastily extinguishing the fire, roasted half-charred with the best ingredients, and there was a large 'Flower of Death' nearby. The best dementoring magic has entered the human body, and the illusion has arrived, and even in the face of fierce demonic beasts, there is no more power. Ron picked up the flower from the ground and gently crushed it.

"You're horrible. But aren't you afraid that your food will be taken away by the beast?" asked Clotea.

"Without deliberate guidance, ordinary demonic beasts would not enter the range of the 'Flower of Death'. If there's any special surprise or something, that's a different story. Ron smiled and knew that there would indeed be an accident when he said it, after all, this was a holy mountain, and he had never entered such a deep place, so it was good to be able to do this with only the current exploration and clues.

Clotea didn't speak, and the confident appearance of the boy in front of her really didn't know how to refute, so she played with the dagger and disappeared in front of the boy.

"I'll go up and have a look. Ron bowed, his gaze still resting on the light and shadow in front of him.

"Stay safe. ”

Clotea galloped through the mountains and forests, she followed the trail left by the enemies, and soon followed the other party, she was very unconvinced by Ron's calm performance, she had to see it with her own eyes, and she could taunt him if anything went wrong. She really can't stand that stinky fart.

Crotea sat quietly behind a tree, looking at the trap that Ron had designed, as he described, and several people could not resist the temptation of the half roast pig, and they all rushed towards the place.

"The place where the branch was broken is not far from here, and the smell of roast pig is enough to carry it, and the group of people who act like this must have thought that the person who stepped on the broken branch was accidentally stepped on when they ran away in a panic. The intermittent magic makes these people confident in their own judgment. Just as Crothea was watching the other man's eating, Ron's voice appeared behind her, causing her goosebumps, "Someone among them must have seen the messy footprints and confirmed their suspicions, so... ”

"I think they're more likely to pounce on the roast pig without wanting anything. Clotea whispered a defense, but she also knew that his statement seemed to be more substantiated, "Next, you attracted the Demon Beast?"

"Yes. There's always something to do with the 'outburst', but the guys aren't very smart. Ron placed an egg in front of Clotea, "Do you want to eat it?"

"When?" Clotea swallowed hard as she watched the contents of Ron's crack open egg and slowly flow out.

"Probably when you were in a daze. He smiled and poured half of it to her, "Even though there is a snow-covered mountain in front of you, this place is inhabited by fire-winged finch, and this difference always makes people sigh at the greatness of nature." I heard that there is a creature that is the darling of nature, and it is born with magic that communicates with animals and plants. ”

"Firewing, the kind of magical beast that comes out of its nest as soon as it strikes?" Clotea shuddered as she ate her egg.

"They have been calm in the snowy mountains for so long, and eating the super ingredients I gave them has to make people hot, and the eggs of the fire wings buried deep under the fire will inevitably bring us a big show. Oh, by the way, by the way, what we're eating now is the Firewing Egg, which is the trigger. Ron smirked, snatched the food from Crodia's hand, and smashed the eggshell into the crowd with the blessing of the "explosion". Then it quickly vanished.

"#¥%#......" Clothea, who could barely hold back her foul language, watched as Ron threw the "inducement" into the enemy, then turned around and picked her up, and the two of them fell into a nearby stream, soaking wet. When they looked up from the stream, the red shadow covering almost the entire sky, and Crotea squirmed her throat with difficulty, looking at where the group had stood.

"Legend has it that once the Firewing Finches lose their offspring, their direct family will retaliate in a frenzy until their own death. Ron's words were very cold, but Clotea listened to his words and trembled suddenly, under the red shadow of the sky, streamers fell from the sky to the ground, splashing countless smoke and dust, the place of battle magic frantically gathered, and the "flower of death" not far away kept swaying against the wind, as if laughing at the struggle of several people who were not overwhelmed. On the ground were the corpses of firewing birds, their fiery red feathers, spreading the ground bright red, and countless firewing birds rushed to the ground one after another.

"Haha, haha, hahaha!!" Ron stood in the water, his fingers in his wet hair, tilted his head, and laughed to the sky, and Clotea next to him looked at Ron in horror and took a step back. His gaze fell on her, and his playful smile was full of evil. The originally pure eyes turned red, which made Clotea full of unease.

"Ron?" replied that he suddenly grabbed her hand. Startled, she lit up with several magic circuits on her body, flicking his hand away. She was a little frightened and stretched out her hand to ask him if he was hurt, but he looked at the hand that had been thrown away, and asked indifferently:

"You! are you going to rebel against me?"

"What's wrong with you? Ron. She stepped forward and let him grab her hand, she spun in a circle in his hand, and was hugged by him to her chest, his white neck was a little heavy breathing, he greedily stuck out his tongue, leaving a trace of slippery on the beauty, and she broke free from his embrace.

"Smack!" he had five bright red fingerprints on his somewhat gray face, he fell into the stream, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, and he silently looked at the flowing stream in the stream, without saying a word. Crothea waited for a long time with a flushed face, and when she saw that he did not get up, she stepped forward.

"You don't want to explain?" Clotea kicked him, "Why, you don't even have the courage to admit it?"

Ron, slowly sitting up, the five fingerprints on his face still not subsided, still silent.

"How can such a huge plan not be misplaced?" Crotea stretched out her hand, "Throw the 'Flower of Death' into the roast pig, if you don't experience it first, you can't control the amount of it at all, the slightest mistake is a catastrophe, and it is normal to be affected by soul magic here at this moment." I'm not going to tell Saya about this. She explained to herself as she pulled Ron up from the stream.

"Crodia, I ......," Ron explained.

"That's the best excuse, so other explanations, I don't want to hear. Magic swelled in her hands, gently drying his wet hair and clothes. He silently accepted everything from her, and said no more. Only he knew that the scene was not the effect of the dementor magic, but the longing that came from the bottom of his heart, the longing that followed the blood of death, the madness and the urge to lose all reason.