Tom is a violent temper, and the reason why he doesn't dare to be angry with Maier is because Maier's strength is above it, and there is a layer of magical pet relationship in it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But for a demonized creature that had already been caught, Tom was not so polite.

Immediately, a paw slapped down, and the sharp cat's claw stretched out, scratching the monster's head bloody.

Myer looked strange and couldn't help asking, "What did it say to you?"

Tom glared at the monster angrily, and said, "This fool is scolding me, let's hurry up, I can't help but roast this guy and eat it in my stomach." ”

Mel thought for a moment, and as Tom meant, sped up.

Druba panted and followed.

Soon after, Maier led his cat and dog to a remote canyon with a small stream running beside it, flanked by cliffs, with only narrow openings at two ends, and no one in sight.

Maier observed for a while, and then chose this place as a temporary place to stay.

As soon as the monster was put down, Tom rushed up to it, took a bite to the neck, and killed the monster, and after a while fluttering on the ground, there was no movement.

Mel began to pluck the feathers, plucking all the larger, tougher, and feathers that could be used as magic materials on the monster's body, and the rest of the monster's body was cleaned first.

Mel was not interested in the monster's meat, so he did not do much to deal with it, washed it, cut it into small pieces, and gave it all to Tom, who ate it very happily.

Drupa watched from the sidelines.

Tom sensed Drupa's eyes, and thought to himself, this hound was his little brother, and it stands to reason that he should give some benefits.

This will not only make the little brother more loyal, but the meat of this monster should also have a lot of benefits for Drumba, and having a capable little brother will make it easier for him.

Thinking of this, Tom immediately gave a small piece of monster meat to Drupa.

Druba took one bite and continued to look directly at Tom.

Tom was a little hairy by Druba's eyes, and had no choice but to throw another piece over.

In this way, most of the monster's flesh went into Tom's mouth, and the small half went into Drupa's mouth, and Mel was surprised, as he knew, Tom was not a generous cat.

It's unbelievable that Druba would eat meat and eat it.

However, when Drupa ate it, it was very refreshing, but after eating, it was not very refreshing, as if a fire was burning in his body, and the whole dog became very excited.

For a whole night, Drupa never closed his eyes, kept running, venting the inexplicable strength in his body, and in the morning, as soon as that strength disappeared, Druba instantly became a dead dog.

Mel shook his head.

This is the end of gluttony, if you make up for it, your body will not be able to stand it.

But this time, Drumba's physical fitness should be much better, even if it is not as good as the demonic creature, but there should be no problem with the head wolf or something.

Mair thought so, thinking that he should find more meat of demonic creatures for him to eat, maybe he could artificially cultivate a demonic creature.

Moreover, a creature like a dog, even if it is demonized, is loyal, and there is no need to waste a magic pet place.

However, Maier quickly shook his head, and secretly said that he was thinking too much, how could demonic creatures be so easy to meet?

The monster's feathers were cleaned yesterday and dried today, but to make magic weapons, this material alone is not enough, and another material needs to be prepared.

In addition, you must decide what kind of weapon you want to make.

According to common sense, for a magician, the staff is the most normal weapon, which can increase the power of spellcasting and reduce the loss of mana, which is perfect for a magician.

But Mel wasn't going to make a staff.

Whether it is the Duchy of Byzantium or the Duchy of Orleans, there are temples everywhere, and if you want to explore the way, you have to travel through various towns or cities.

Holding a staff is inconvenient.

And, having said that, neither does Mair make a staff.

The feathers of the monsters are heavy and sharp, and they are good choices for making knives and swords, no worse than those made of steel, only stronger.

However, to make a sword, you have to melt the feathers, and you may lose some of the feathers' properties.

And Mel didn't like to use knives and swords.

As a mage, he has always tended to fight from a distance, and his choice of sword is contrary to his fighting style, so it seems that bows and crossbow arrows are better choices.

Maier made a decision.

Feathers are used as materials for bows and arrows, and another string needs to be found, and the string is the best thing to use the dragon tendon on the dragon's body, but Mel obviously can't get it, so he can only settle for the second best thing, using the snake tendon on the snake's body.

But it can't be an ordinary snake, it must be a snake with a certain number of years, and the snake tendons are tough enough.

Mel divided the feather into three parts, one melted to serve as the bow, one attached to the bow, and the last part was used as the material for the arrow.

The magic gathered in his hand, and a white flame appeared.

Mel placed the flame on top of the monster feather.

I have to say that it is worthy of the feathers of demonized creatures, the flame temperature in Mel's hand is extremely high, and ordinary steel, under the touch, must have softened, but this monster feather does not move at all.

However, Maier knew that it was only a matter of time, and when the time came, even the toughest materials would change.

Tom probably ate the monster's flesh and got a boost in strength, and he was in a good mood, so he went into the nearby forest and dominated the side.

Druba hadn't recovered yet, and slept profusely.

Two hours later, when Myr's flames had been extinguished three times, and the monster's feathers were finally showing some signs of melting, Mel gritted her teeth and drank a bottle of potion.

Using her magic, Mel controls the shape of the melted monster's feathers.

The fiery red, molten iron thing flowed slowly and twisted on the ground, at first as a straight line, then into a crooked snake.

It was a process that required patience and perseverance, and the sweat had already soaked the clothes on Mel's body, and even many of them fell to the ground, where they were instantly evaporated by the flames.

Finally, by the time Tom returned, the rough shape of the bow had come out.

It's not pretty, and it needs further revisions.

"Well? Are there any powerful pythons around here, and if they can't do it, crocodiles can do it. ”

Tom shook his head and said, "For the time being, I only found some small snakes, which do not meet your requirements, and tomorrow I will go to the valley next door to have a look, and a monkey said that there seems to be one over there." ”