Walking alone in the rainy wilderness, step by step into the dark woods, Mira felt as if she were a knight of Don Quixote who had single-handedly rushed towards the dragon of Rhodes...... , strange, how the rain has become lighter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He turned his head to see that Night Feather was holding up a large umbrella and following him closely.

Mira's cold heart regained a little heat, and hurriedly asked, "What are you doing here?" Skod said lightly: "Chopping a few pieces of wood is not a cheap thing, and when I can't find a job, I don't often go to help others chop wood and mix rice to eat?" "Of course, don't forget that my nickname is Night Feather. ”

The two of them talked as they walked, and they were about to enter the woods, when suddenly, Night Feather pushed Mira to the side, and it happened to be pushed into a large puddle. Before Mira's mouth full of sewage could be spit out, Night Feather's whole body pounced, and Mila was pressed by him, and most of this mouthful of sewage poured into her stomach.

Bah, Mila was about to scold, a thunderbolt flashed in front of him, and a small tree beside him immediately caught fire and burned, and it burned into charcoal in a short time. Mira laughed for a while, scolded and didn't, she could only secretly calculate whether she had inadvertently done something wrong, so that she was going to be thundered by the sky today, could it be that the last time she peeked at Laura's sister taking a bath in the academy, she was discovered?

Night Feather got up from the puddle and said in a low voice, "It's still too dangerous in the woods, so let's go in and find out if there are any stakes and pieces of wood that can be used, you stay here and wait." ”

A touch of emotion flashed in Mira's heart, and he exclaimed, "I don't go, you don't have to go, I have my own way." ”

Night Feather walked a few steps quickly to pick up the umbrella thrown aside, and said with a smile: "What can you do? Hide and be lazy?" He seemed to sense that something was wrong, and when he looked back, in the looming thunder, two miserable white skeletons appeared beside Mira, holding bone knives, and opening their big mouths as if they were smiling at him.

Night Feather's eyes froze suddenly, he bowed down like a leopard and pounced, pushed Mira into the puddle, and then raised the umbrella and stabbed it, and cursed: "It turns out that you are a necromancer, I will kill you." ”

Mira was shaking her head and trying to summon another skeleton, but she was so frightened that she turned her head to the side, and the tip of the umbrella brushed her cheek and plunged deep into the mud. Mira jerked her hands to break free of Nightfeather's grip and shouted, "You're mistaken, I'm not a necromancer. ”

Night Feather struggled to pull out the umbrella and stabbed it again, only to find that her hands were grabbed, and then two skeletons were ripped away from Mira's body, one left and one right. He scolded, "What else is the misunderstanding, aren't these two skeletons yours?" After a few curses, he suddenly got up and kicked a flying leg on the chin of Mira, who was slowly rising from the pit, and Mira fell backwards and fell far away.

Mira staggered over to Nightfeather: "Woo wow whoa." He pinched his cheeks vigorously, and felt that his tongue was already swollen, so he had to shout with his tongue wide open: "You are sick, I said that you are not a necromancer, what are you still kicking me for?"

Night Feather was like a raging lion, roaring angrily to break free from the control of the two skeletons, but although the skeleton's body was thin, it still had the strength to catch a junior archer, and the more Night Feather struggled, the tighter they were caught, and he could only roar loudly: "Get out, you evil necromancer, I will not be bewitched by you, even if you become an undead, I will definitely kill you." ”

"Damn", Mira was also angry: "Which eye did you see me using necromancy? The necromancer summons skeletons to have corpses, okay? I summoned them directly from the harmonica, okay?"

"Hmph, there is probably an ancient battlefield or graveyard here, you have already had an evil plan, summon the Sea of Skeletons here, prepare to wipe us out, and then ......"

"Golden Dragon Grass. "Mira really doesn't want to talk nonsense with this victim paranoia.

"What? what do you mean? Golden Dragon Grass?" Night Feather finally stopped, looking at Mira with a puzzled face.

"As long as you are honest, when you go back this time, I will help you go to the Medicine King Hall to collect golden dragon grass. I've heard that there are a lot of undead creatures there, and my little skeleton should be easy to get into. ”

In the frequent flashes of thunder, the hatred of evil and the attachment to his sister were intertwined on Ye Yu's face, and finally, family affection overcame the sense of justice, and Ye Yu said dejectedly: "Okay, as long as you talk counts." ”

The rain was still falling, and Nightfeather's umbrella had been bent by himself too hard, and now he had to sit in the muddy water like Mira, watching curiously as several skeletons ran around. Mira himself was amazed that he was now able to summon five small skeletons since he had grown small bumps, and that he could summon new skeletons as soon as they were scattered by lightning, and he began to control these skeletons to cut down trees with pleasure.

Although the skeleton's bone knife is not as convenient as the axe, it is still enough to chop wood, and soon many wooden blocks of different sizes are piled up in front of Mira, Mira checks the condition of the skeleton's bone knife with a critical eye, and if she finds a large gap or damage, she immediately disbands the goods and summons a new one.

Night Feather watched intently as one skeleton after another disappeared into the void out of thin air, while one skeleton after another appeared from her side without warning, and sighed, "I now kind of believe that you are not a necromancer. ”

Mira was overjoyed, jumped over and put her arms around his shoulders and said: "Of course, others call me a pear blossom pressed begonia, honest and reliable Xiaolangjun, a pioneer of justice, and a model of morality, how could I lie to you? Just take it and say the mantra: Eat the grapes without spitting out the skins, and if you don't eat the grapes, you will spit out the skins. ”

Night Feather did so, but there was no reaction at all, Mira scratched her scalp and said, "Maybe this spell is not suitable for you, try something else, the black fertilizer will be gray when it volatilizes, and the gray fertilizer will be black when it volatilizes." Isn't it still working? Another one, saying that a lama came from the south of the country, carrying a five-pound sole in his hand. A dumb man came to the north, with a horn pinned to his waist......"

Night Feather finally collapsed: "Don't don't, I can't get this grinding thing, you skeletons can't be seen, I'll transport these wooden pieces to them." ”

With the help of the skeletons, Singh's water convoy quickly got enough stepping wood to get out of the predicament. Singh said to Mira, who was slowly walking back with a yawn, with a grateful face: "It's hard work, look at your muddy water, you're tired, get in the car and drink hot tea and rest." ”

Mira struggled for a long time and still didn't say anything like this is what I should do, he looked at the slow-moving convoy: "It should be okay now, right?"

"It should be fine to keep going, but the Graham Ferry, alas, doesn't know what the situation is over there. ”

When Mira changed into clean clothes, the roaring waves could already be heard in the wind and rain, turning the corner, the turbulent Mudu River appeared in front of everyone, the river was wide and the clouds were low, the waves were surging rapidly, and from time to time there were huge waves roaring and rushing into the sky, but they were split by a thunderbolt and scattered into a splash.

Far away, I saw the dim lights cast from the Graham Ferry, and several old soldiers sat around the grass pavilion, carefully tending to the firewood that had only a small fire. Behind them, a simple pontoon bridge hundreds of meters long, small boats connected by iron chains were pushed around with a gut-wrenching creak as the rising water of the river kept rising.

When he saw Singh's motorcade, an old soldier immediately ran over and saluted: "Sir, the river is rising too fast for the pontoon bridge to be used, or you can leave in a few days." ”

Singh's face was so gloomy that he could almost wring out the water, he looked at the sky, then at the Mudu River, gritted his teeth and said: "This rain will not stop for a while and a half, the river will only rise higher and higher, if you wait, you don't know how long you will have to wait." No matter, we'll cross the river now. ”