Chapter 213

The fog in the mountains is too thick to melt. Even the cold wind in the mountains can't help, but it's not a big problem for the Druids. This fog still belongs to the realm of the natural force, which is readily available on the continent of Westeros.

Zhao Mai stretched his hands forward, palms up and down, the force flowing between his hands, gradually forming a whirling wind. He whispered in the ear of the natural force asking for help. The natural force responded, and the fog gradually dispersed, allowing him to see further.

A rabbit was still eating grass. Seeing the fog suddenly dissipated, he looked up in surprise and blinked his red eyes around. Zhao Mai has already used the chameleon function of camouflage ring to blend himself with the surrounding environment. He looks like a combination of rock and withered grass. He weighed the hunter's spear in his hand and threw it out with a whoosh.

The spear, which radiated blue light, drew a beautiful parabola and thrust it into the rock beside the rabbit. The frightened rabbit ran away, but bumped into the stored grain just delivered. The big dog waved his front paw and slapped hard. Squeak a scream, rabbit hit two roll, hit the stone, died.

Then he ran back to Zhao Mai with the rabbit in his mouth and wagging his tail. Zhao Mai was very helpless. Although he waved the hunter's blood spear and flew back to his hand, it was very cool, but it was hard to miss. As for the close combat with a short spear, he has simply learned that the basic movements combined with the assistance of psychic powers are enough, but this does not mean that he can solve all the problems of medium distance.

"It seems that there are still many things to exercise." Zhao Mai weighed the short spear and began to throw it continuously, looking for the feeling. Seven or eight out of ten can hit the target, but in real combat, seven or eight out of ten is not enough.

Similarly, it's not enough for a rabbit to cook. How can we find another two or three animals of this size. Plus Zhao Mai himself, Mrs. stark and her party had as many as eleven. It belongs to Caitlin and Roderick of winterfall, Tyrion of Cairn and his entourage named Jack, Zhao Mai and hoard of the wilderness, the mercenary Knight of herrenberg, and Marion the fool's bard. Among the mercenaries, short haired chubby kurekai is simple minded and obedient to Mrs. stark; shrewd bolon seldom comments and only talks when things are directly related to him; and one holds a long sword all day and always looks at the wandering warrior Safir with alert eyes. Their goals are further than kurekai's, and their desire for identity is more than money.

It's certainly not enough to feed 11 people with three rabbits, but Zhao Mai had planned to collect some other food along the way. With the mantra "purify food", all the things that seem to be able to eat will be able to eat. Although there may not be any nutrition, it certainly won't damage the stomach.

Fortunately, this did not happen. There are few people in the mountain area, so the plants grow almost undisturbed, including many wild vegetables. Zhao Mai is not a wild vegetable expert, but the natural force can help him solve this problem. What he can eat and what he can't, what he can eat and what he can't eat, what he can eat and what he can't eat, give Zhao Mai different feelings in the natural force environment. So, all he has to do is throw the wild vegetables that feel good into his backpack.

Some berries and nuts were collected in the same way. After all, it's not a wild trip. Zhao Mai has no time to search carefully and guarantee the taste. Let's guarantee the quantity first. Just as he was picking up wild strawberries, he heard the sound of small stones falling from his head. Looking up, he smiles happily: a thin wild goat is jumping up and down the rock wall, eating the fresh grass in the crevice.

"Reserve grain. You don't have to go this time. I'll do it!" Zhao Mai took the hunter's blood spear and began to use the power of psychic powers. If we only consider the combat skills, Zhao Mai can only be regarded as barely qualified, and there is a gap between him and "good players". But if he uses magic to assist him, or uses psionic powers to strengthen his senses and body control, he will become a "master".

The goat is not nervous about a person or a dog who is more than 40 meters away from the foot, and still eats slowly. In its view, no creature can quickly shorten the distance. It feels quite safe.

It's fun to use spells and psionic powers to assist in combat. With the confidence of "I'm sure I can hit" and the best physical reaction, the spear spun like a bullet and flew out of Zhao Mai's hands. The goat shivered, but the hunter's blood spear had penetrated its neck before it could transmit the nerve signal of escape to its leg.

Zhao Mai is aiming at the position of the chest, because the throwing speed is faster, arrive ahead of time, so the parabola is a little bit on the side. In fact, this is not good, he thought: the huge gap between using magic and not using magic will affect his grasp of strength and accuracy. So you can't count on all the spells. When you have time, you should do a good job in basic practice. The foundation will never be useless.

The goat died the first time and rolled down the hillside. Zhao Mai immediately ordered the hunter's blood spear to fly back, otherwise the expanding wound would make the goat eat less and less meat. The grain reserve was about to happily pick up the prey. After saving a few meters, it suddenly stopped. It crouches its head, pouts its buttocks high, looks at the sky, bares its teeth and makes a low warning roar.Zhao Mai raised his head. They are in the valley, the fog around them has dissipated, but the fog on the mountainside is still there. The rolling clouds changed into various shapes, just like the undulating waves in the sea.

The feeling of grain reserves never goes wrong. Zhao Mai trusts it unconditionally. Since it feels threatened, the threat must exist. But where is the threat? Zhao Mai holds a weapon in one hand and uses the other hand to cast magic to enhance his sense of vision and hearing. This skill is called sharp eared eagle eye by Druids.

He did find a difference. In the gray fog, there was a huge black shadow passing through the water vapor. He has a stout head, huge wings, a slender tail and four legs, which is similar to a long bus from head to tail. When flying, it doesn't seem to need to vibrate its wings, so it's quiet. Its huge body gives people a feeling of lightness, like gliding on the snow made of fog.

"Dragon? Or an adult dragon? " Zhao Mai couldn't believe his eyes. "It's impossible!" The three existing dragons in westrow are all across the channel, thousands of miles away, and they should have just hatched (they haven't hatched yet), and they won't be so big!

The Dragon had no interest in what happened under his body. He came and left quietly, leaving Zhao Mai in shock. What does this mean? Is there a hidden dragon in the world? Where does it usually live? Why does no one see it? What is its purpose? Does it have a master?

As long Fei walks away, the dog starts to move again. It grabs the body of the sheep falling down the cliff with its mouth, then runs back, throws it at Zhao Mai's feet and licks the blood on his lips. Zhao Mai was still looking up at the sky. After a while, he said, "asshole, it's better to believe in books than not to have them!"