Chapter 139: Departure

Morey's expression changed slightly, he picked up a piece of roast meat, and began to eat and drink on his own. Mr. Pluto's remarks indicated that he was clearly aware that others were eyeing him.

But what did he mean by that last look, did he doubt me a little?

Morey thought for a moment and completely dismissed telling Pluto about the attack. Obviously, Pluto is not a good bird, so it is better to be in a hurry to explain at this time, and not to get yourself into it. Either way, it's not a good start.

Although Pulu brought a lot of pressure, the Finn people were also fierce because of the people's customs, and everyone quickly forgot about the depression just now and continued to have fun without care. Time flies very quickly in this environment, and after a few hours, those who should have drunk fell asleep, and those who should have gone to sleep went to bed, and Morey patted his belly with satisfaction, and found a tent to lie in.

Joining as a mage doesn't seem like a good idea right now - mages in Finn City seem too high-profile, but it's not like Morey is deliberately high-profile, because there's really no other way to get into this expedition in the name of it.

Before coming, Morey also thought carefully, what value can he show?

Magicians have never been trusted by the Finns, so they don't recruit magicians to protect them, but the people here are tall and have excellent physique. If Morey didn't open the pseudo-magic pattern, he really wouldn't have been able to meet their so-called 'strong labor' standard. Otherwise, Morey really wants to push a small car and mix it in, so why bother to create some space to show value

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After a night's rest from the orc gathering place, the next day it was just dawn, and the group packed up their things and formed a long convoy. Pluto's eyes swept over the crowd, he roared, grabbed the giant axe that was almost three meters long, and walked in front alone, while the three-horned ox pulled the cart step by step, following slowly. The old wooden iron wheel creaked, and Morey sat at the front of the horned oxcart with the lightning staff in his hand, chatting with the orc named Ered from time to time.

Blown by the cold wind on the grassland, even the groggy head instantly became agitated and woke up. Watching the ruins of Finn City fade away, Morey's eyes narrowed slightly, and he leisurely played with the staff in his hand

The second floor of the Vine City Temporary Zone Cottage.

It was Bohr's habit to wake up early, and when he cleaned up his room today, he found that a letter had been left on the table at some point. Bohr opened the letter curiously and read it, but when he saw the first two lines, he was startled and exclaimed.

"Ahh

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At this time, it was already late autumn and winter, although there was no snow, but the prairie was already a withered yellow, and occasionally two trees were encountered, and the branches and leaves were withered. Even if the wind is not strong now, it is still very cold, and any water on the ground has formed a thin layer of ice.

The prairie winds are exceptionally cold, no less than the northerly winds of winter. And when the prairie wind has not stopped, this wind blows on people like a knife cutting meat, of course, no one likes this feeling.

However, the prairie wind is not only feared because it is cold, but also a kind of gadget called velvet worm.

These little creatures are long, fluffy creatures that have no legs, but they are extremely tenacious and can survive for a long time even without food. However, this insect is difficult to crawl on its own, and usually shrinks into a ball on the tree, almost semi-hibernating.

Although it may seem harmless, if there is a strong wind, these little things immediately show a terrible side. They spread out with the wind, like little hairballs, blown everywhere by the wind - when they touch flesh, they immediately burrow into it, and they can't take it out unless they cut it with a knife!

What's worse is that it is poisonous, although it is not a lethal poison, but it can also make the whole piece of meat rot quickly. If it is not dealt with in time, it will inevitably continue to spread. At that time, not to mention leaving an arm and leg, it is not uncommon to leave a life.

But then again, even if it's done in a timely manner - it's meat slicing, it just sounds chilling. When the winds blow in autumn, there are definitely not many people who want to stay on the grassland unless there is something urgent. Even if you have to enter the prairie, you must wrap yourself tightly.

Fortunately, it is rare to have such strong winds in winter, and if you are lucky enough, it is not impossible not to encounter them once.

"Where are we going now?" Morey asked casually, scolding himself for being reckless, but Eried didn't seem to care.

Erid sat on the saddle and smiled as he sat on the saddle with a grin. "I don't know, there's no road here, only the most experienced Iztar can show the way, we just have to follow the boss!"

Pluto walked in front alone, although he walked very slowly, but the huge body was destined to be frightening with a large stride, although it seemed to be just walking slowly, but many people were a little difficult to chase.

Morey glanced at the orc sitting next to him - Erid was the only one of them who was quite compatible with Morey. Since the space capacity of the magic pocket itself is equivalent to a horned oxcart, special treatment for special people, Pluto allowed himself to sit here, and Morey agreed.

While orcs have always been rough and irascible, Erid is different from the others, and his skin is more earthy brown than green, coarser and softer-looking.

Of course, he is actually quite generous, and although he is Glick's own brother, he is not as belligerent as others, including Glick. If you really want to evaluate it, Eried feels more like a woodcutter than an orc mercenary.

Looking at the three-headed behemoth, Morey couldn't help but be a little amazed. Today is the first time I've seen anything like this with my own eyes, and I've only seen magical images in books before.

These horned cows were domesticated by the orcs, and after thousands of years, this horned cow can no longer be called a magical beast, not only with a tame personality, but also smaller and smaller in size. However, relatively speaking, people are also very huge, and they are still half the size of ordinary scalpers.

They have a bit short legs and can barely run fast, but they have good stamina. Even if they are dragging heavy goods, they move slowly at this speed, and they don't need to eat for days and nights, so they are also the most common domestic animals of the orc tribe.

It's a pity that horned oxen can only be controlled by orcs, and humans can't command it.

At this time, six carts were tied to the horned ox cart, two were stored in Morey's magic pocket, and two were really out of place, so he chose two unlucky ones to push with a sad face, and Morey's two horned ox carts were at the back, just enough to hear them whispering all the way.

Morey glanced back, only to see that one of them was the same Kidd he had seen before. Seeing Morey turn his head, he also smiled reluctantly and said hello.

The process of hurrying was very boring, the nearby area was very empty, and occasionally you could see protruding hills and low mountains, and I walked for an unknown amount of time, always walking in the footsteps of Pluto without hurrying or slowing. When the sun rose overhead and then set below the horizon, the excitement of the crowd at first had almost decreased, and they all gradually buried their heads in silence and hurried on, "Magic is a very interesting thing, can you make food out of magic?" Ered was very talkative, and would ask a question from time to time.

Morey reluctantly closed the magic note in his hand and thought about it. "Strictly speaking, no. ”

"Can that make clothes?"

"Ugh"

Looking at Morey's wry smile, Ered's expression seemed a little disappointed. "In my former tribe, the shamans of each tribe were able to use magical spells. As long as they dance, the fruit trees will soon blossom and bear fruit, and the rattan and animal skins will be woven into clothes, it seems that magicians and shamans are not very different!"

"You mean shamanic spells?" Morey glanced at Arid curiously. "If I had the chance, I might go to Mount Aukus. ”

"You'd better not go. Ered said. "It's not as friendly as you thought it was, why did you stop?"

Morey couldn't help but feel a little strange when he heard this.

"Stop!"

Dozens of human bandits with masked faces blocked the front, and a few guys who looked like leaders were shouting.