It had been three days since Carl dragged his lead-filled legs and held that strange little life into the Ninety Thousand Mountains south. Fortunately, he has a hunter father who has taught him a lot of survival skills since he was a child, and it is unlikely that such a thing as losing his direction and starving to the mountains and forests will happen. However, the crisis has finally arrived. It's ridiculous to say that the hungry and dizzy rout who wants to eat human flesh fails to catch him, the guy in black leather armor with cold eyes almost stabs a poisonous dagger into his buttocks, the evil magician searches the neighborhood in droves on broomsticks, and even the legendary mighty dragon has swept through the sky several times.

Lucky Karl is as tough as Xiaoqiang. But now, he was blocked in a hole by a dozen coyotes. Yes, it's just a wolf, not even a first-level Demonic Beast white-eyed wolf, just some ordinary wolves. Fortunately, he moved a few rocks to block the hole before going to bed, otherwise he and his little things would have been gnawed into bones by now.

The little thing's lips were dry and his face was bruised. It's not surprising, hungry and cold, tossing in the forest for three days in a row, he himself can't stand it, let alone this little thing. The strange thing is that the little thing doesn't cry or make trouble, and its eyes are shining until now. The two looked at each other, and Carl felt the little thing encouraging him, and nodded unconsciously. After nodding his head, he smiled bitterly, this place is not far from home, is it that he will never be able to reach home for dozens of miles?

The usual hunting bow still hangs on the wall of the house, the hunting knife left for him by his father has long since been confiscated by the sergeant major, and the newly issued bayonet is still lying on the grass of Katobala...... With just a pair of fists to take on a group of wolves? It can't be said that Carl lacks self-confidence, only that it is really looking for death. Or else, sit here and look at the little thing that is calm, waiting to die?

In a daze, I can only be in a daze, and I don't even have the idea of thinking about my mother in my illness. Is it better to be in a daze than to expect the coyotes to leave on their own, or to expect the God of Light to send warriors to rescue them? He stayed until the evening, and his stomach was like a knife because of hunger. Through the cracks in the stones, it was clear that five or six wolves were lying a few meters away from the entrance of the cave, and seemed to be very patient.

The wolf's combat power is not strong, and Carl is confident that he can kill two or three of them with his bare hands. The coyotes probably knew this, and they waited until Karl was hungry and thirsty, and then they picked up the stones and feasted on them.

It was dawn again, and Carl took the little thing in his arms for the night. I thought that he would give away his surname in the past two days, but who knew that when he woke up, he found that the lips of the little thing were no longer dry, and his face looked a little better. Carl still smiled wryly, maybe he would die in front of the little thing, unless......

The idea only existed in the mind for a moment, and it was immediately driven away. That's ...... Maybe not very now, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Karl licked his lips with his tongue, and the blood was licked out by his tongue, salty, but a little more comfortable.

Karl put the little thing on the ground and let him crawl on his own. After taking a few deep breaths, he wanted to open the hole and fight, but unfortunately, he only removed one stone, and more than two dozen wolves ran over outside as if they had blown up a pot and had a sports meeting, all waiting for the big meal to be served!

.......Today is almost the last moment, and it seems that a worm is crawling around in Carl's throat, and double images are beginning to appear in front of his eyes. But the little thing's face became more and more ruddy, and when he saw Carl wake up, he put his arm to his mouth and said, "Eat~eat~"

Carl smiled and kissed the little thing's arm, the meat was tudded, the taste was really good, damn the taste! Carl was going home to save his mother, as for eating children, forget it......

The kid got serious, yes, a bit like an adult. He pinched his fingers back and forth, and the pronunciation in his mouth was not very clear: "Suddenly~Suddenly~Suddenly~"

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a baby charm created by the little thing. This is the beginning of a large section of water magic, "gathering condensed water elements". In fact, the pronunciation doesn't matter, the key is that the water element bird is not you.

With the spell of the little monster, a fist-sized droplet of water gathered in front of Carl, who pounced on him like a tiger and swallowed it!

It's cool! Another little thing! That's Karl's eyes.

No! The mental power is exhausted, and you have to rest for two hours! This is the eyes and movements of the little thing.

Carl's spirit came, and he fluttered back and forth in the hole, making the air index even low. A total of hundreds of stones were prepared to ensure that each wolf was divided into several pieces. I laughed again after being tired for a long time, is it so easy for a wolf to be killed?

Carl picked up a small stick, well, this is the Great Magician's staff!, and pointed outside and said, "Hula~~Hula~~~"

The little thing shrugged his shoulders and understood, you mean to kill all the wolves with magic, but it's a pity, my spiritual power, master~~ It's really microscopic, as small as the figure. If you want to kill wolves, the water element can't be done, you can try the fire element.

Half an hour later, Karl carefully tore down a corner of the stone wall, and then threw the stone with all his strength. At the same time, the little thing "paste~paste~paste~~~" made a strange scream, and a condensed fire element attached to the stone, whistling and flying towards the coyote, and actually played the momentum of the first-order magic "fireball technique", but the real power was much worse. The temperature of the flame is just enough to attract wood and grass, but fortunately, there is also a part of the physical strike force, which is very powerful on the whole. A coyote was caught in the cold, and its thick fur immediately began to burn! The surprise attack frightened the coyotes into fleeing.

Carl happily blocked the hole again, and after two hours, the little thing's mental strength recovered, and he could kill another one. It won't take long to kill them! Who knew that no one could stop luck when it came, and in less than two hours, the coyotes had all run out.

Karl did not dare to delay, and ran along the familiar mountain path, and finally saw the fence of the village shortly after dark. The dilapidated gate was hidden and unguarded. Although there are few magical beasts near the village, the impermanence of wild beasts in the mountains and forests is the great enemy of the villagers. Turning around the two wooden houses, the light of the fire in his own house suddenly illuminated Carl's heart.

"Mother!" Karl shouted and rushed into the house.

Little Peter was thrown on a broken table, and he scolded Carl for forgetting his brother when he saw his mother, so he easily turned sideways and looked into the back room. Carl was hugging the body of an old woman and crying. The old woman stretched out her trembling hand and gently wiped his tears. Alas, my mother doesn't know how much to worry about me now! I can't help it, I'll have to follow Carl for the time being.

Little Peter silently closed his eyes and began to meditate at the elementary level, it can be said that his understanding of magic has surpassed magic itself, and striving for spiritual power is the top priority.

"Brother Carl!" exclaimed again from outside the house, "Are my father and my eldest brother back?" I saw a young girl dressed in ragged linen clothes, carrying a large clay pot as if passing by Little Peter.

"Xinya, I'm sorry, I don't know the whereabouts of Uncle Uncle. Karl replied in a low voice, his head lower than his voice. When attacked in Katobala, the militia scattered and fled. Some people panicked and went deep into the jungle, and the hordes of demonic beasts would not give them a chance to survive. Magicians like madmen, throwing elemental explosions everywhere, swordsmen in black, brutally harvesting the lives of the Crusaders, and dragons! What the hell is going on?! Karl's head hurts so much that he can only force himself to stop thinking about the day.

Xinya sent hot food, and Carl's mother was unable to open his mouth to eat, and it was estimated that he would be able to swallow his last breath in the next two days.

Carl yelled at the villagers who had rushed to hear the news, "We have been defeated in the jungle near Morningstar......!

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