After an afternoon of strolling around Princeton's West Side, Rock and Angelina returned in vain.

It's not that you can't find food that is suitable for Anji, but you don't choose the ideal goal, it's either too expensive, or it's not suitable for Anji's growth.

As a descendant of a high-level Warcraft with deep potential, Anji only needs to grow up healthily to the youth stage, and he can have good combat power, almost the level of high-level Warcraft, and when he reaches maturity, he will have the strength of a quasi-level Warcraft, and if he can go further, reach the level of his parents, the level of Warcraft, it is not impossible.

As an experienced magician, Angelina naturally has her own methods to help Angel achieve higher and reach adulthood in a shorter time, all of which is premised on a rich amount of food.

Warcraft is different from magicians and knights, knights advance by exercising their bodies and cultivating their fighting spirit, magicians reach a higher level by condensing their spiritual power, and Warcraft, most of their lives, are in passive evolution.

Passive evolution depends on the lifespan of the monster and the food it consumes, basically the longer it lives, the stronger it becomes.

Because Anji is a poisonous demonic beast, the flesh and blood of the poison-rich animal and the poisonous demonic beast are good medicine to help it accelerate its growth.

The poisonous demonic beasts in the Murphy Forest, except for the scorpion dragon family, are rarely anything else, as for the reason, it should have been eaten by the scorpion dragon family.

The meat of ordinary animals and other magical beasts, the little scorpion dragon can also eat, but it will not be of much obvious help to enhance its strength, and it can only be used to fill its stomach.

And without the flesh and blood of the poisonous demonic beast, the little scorpion dragon needs to grow to the level of its older brothers and sisters, which takes about two hundred years, and to grow to the level of its parent level demonic beast, Angelina estimates that it will start at five hundred years.

Not to mention five hundred years, just two hundred years, Locke doesn't know if he will live to that time.

Therefore, it is imperative to find the precious flesh and blood of poisonous demonic beasts.

In the evening, carrying two kilograms of boar, Locke and Angelina returned home.

Taking the food from the Dark Guard, Locke accompanied Angelina to her compound.

Just approaching the yard, "G-t-g-g. . . . A sound like sawtooth cutting came from the courtyard, and when I walked in, I saw a large cyan scorpion lying next to a big tree in the courtyard, bored grinding the bark with its own pliers.

The poles of the hundred-year-old tree, which needs to be hugged by three people, have been ground to a thousand holes, and the sawdust is scattered everywhere.

Angelina is a person who likes to be clean, and when she saw this scene, she almost didn't fall down, and this is not the first time.

The cyan large scorpion had already known that Angelina had returned, and stopped the brainless move of sawing the big tree, and the two black prominent eyes stared closely at Angelina's Locke, who was carrying a boar pig.

The gray tongue licked through his mouth, and the giant scorpion clamped the pliers, shook the barb of its tail, and rushed towards Locke.

"I still haven't learned enough. Locke reluctantly said to Angelina, "I'll give it a long memory?"

Angelina propped her forehead and nodded in agreement.

Locke threw the boar meat in his hand into the sky, and the crystal scorpion dragon's gaze also rose with the food, and his body jumped unnaturally, as if he wanted to bite the boar meat in one bite.

Seeing this, Locke, who was not far away, had a small arm and a faint color of eagle fighting spirit applied to his arm, and with a kick of his left foot, he suddenly rushed towards the crystal scorpion dragon that jumped up half of his body.

A straight punch slammed into the soft lower abdomen exposed to him by the scorpion dragon, "Bang!" Between the lightning and stone fire, the cyan scorpion dragon fell backwards and slammed into the wall of the courtyard, making a muffled sound.

"Shh

The cyan scorpion dragon was also provoked, shook the scale armor on its body, grabbed the ground with its claws and dived, and headed towards Locke.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

。。。。。。

Again and again, maybe for half an hour, or maybe an hour, the little scorpion dragon was knocked to the ground countless times, or slammed backwards against the wall.

Locke was very measured, and did not cause any substantial damage to the scorpion dragon, and from the outside, the little scorpion dragon did not change anything except that the scale armor was a little dirty.

But those who witnessed the whole process would not think so, especially connoisseurs.

Inside the little scorpion dragon, at least two-thirds of the muscles have been strained to varying degrees, and there is even local bleeding inside the scale armor.

In the end, when Locke raised his fist, the little scorpion dragon was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, and "Yi, Yi" begged for mercy, and Locke stopped moving.

"Still messing around?" Locke asked with wide eyes, he knew that the little scorpion dragon could roughly understand what he meant, after all, this was a crystal Nashur who had just been born with the strength of a low-level demonic beast. Intelligence is comparable to that of a 7 or 8-year-old child.

Seeing that Locke still had the intention to beat it, the little scorpion dragon couldn't help nodding, it was just a month old, and it was already able to communicate with outsiders basically.

At this time, Angelina came out, hugged the little head of the scorpion dragon, took out the embroidered handkerchief she carried with her, wiped the dust and dirt on the scorpion dragon's head, and kept comforting Angie with her mental power.

With a stick in one hand and dates in the other, Locke and Angelina cooperate seamlessly, and now in the entire mansion, the little scorpion dragon is not afraid of the powerful Praetorian Guard and the leader of the Dark Guard, only Locke is afraid, and he only listens to Locke and Angelina's words.

Seeing that the manticoon was honest, Locke picked up the boar that was thrown aside during the battle just now and threw it in front of the scorpion dragon.

When the little scorpion dragon saw the food, he didn't care about the pain in his body, so he crawled in front of the boar meat and began to feast on it.

Looking at this posture, there is no trace of injury at all.

The strong body of the demonic beast endows them with a strong repair ability, especially the high-level creature like the scorpion dragon, as long as there is still a breath, with enough food and energy, it can completely return to the peak through the cultivation of time.

Locke has beaten this scorpion dragon these days, for no other reason, it is too noisy, Angelina has changed three courtyards in a week, each of which is tossed by the little scorpion dragon and cannot be inhabited, at present, this courtyard is estimated to be inhabited by Angelina tonight, there are scattered leaves and a number of branches everywhere.

"Angie, when will you be able to remember it for a long time?" Locke slapped the manticore's head with a grin, causing the manticore's shiver to tremble.

Awkwardly withdrawing his palm, Locke returned to his room amid Angelina's playful laughter.

Locke taught the little scorpion dragon a lesson, not only to make it have a long memory, but also for a reason, that is, in order to improve his actual combat ability, Locke, who has not done it for more than a month, needs to loosen his muscles and bones, this low-level Crystal Nasser's strength of the Monster is just right.

In a month's time, in the past in the imperial capital of Princeton, Locke has roughly walked through a third of the main city, and many places have left some impressions, especially those he has not been to, thinking about which day he will meet the world.

At the beginning of February, the Imperial Royal Academy officially opened, and students from all parts of the empire came from all directions, and the once empty and quiet campus became crowded and lively during this time.

The number of people in Locke's second and third classes has also increased from more than 30 to more than 70, which is the actual number of people in their class.

There are many classmates, and there are many exchanges and frictions among the representatives, Locke is relatively low-key, and among the people he knows, only Henry and his small group members have not had any conflicts with others.

Compared with getting along with his classmates, Locke is now worried about his credits.

120 credits, students need to sign up for the projects they want to learn, the knight's training subject Locke is not worried, he is worried about his own cultural class, the knight perseverance academy is a rigid requirement, students need to take 20 points in a semester.

"The Complete Poems of Goethe", "Three Thousand Years of Empire", "On the Compatibility of Riding and Actual Combat", "Proof of Roosevelt's Theorem。。。。。。 Which one to choose, Locke looked at the pile of books that were the size of his own head, and he couldn't stop fundraising.

Angelina had already helped him choose "The Complete Interpretation of the Text of the O'Moore Empire" and "Magic and Fighting Spirit", one subject with 6 credits, one subject with 9 credits, and he only needed to choose another subject with more than 5 credits.

These two subjects, one Locke dabbled in Faustin, and the other Angelina could help him explain a part, both of which are easy subjects.

"How about "Three Thousand Years of Empires"?" A pleasant female voice came from behind him, and Locke turned his head to see that it was Ailian, whom he met in the cafeteria that day.