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With the strong wind coming from the east, the entire Rongma Grassland has officially entered a summer of rainy and thunderstorm weather.
As a typical temperate maritime monsoon climate, although it is close to the pole, the temperature here is not low all year round due to the influence of the ocean currents from the Moon Sea. It is at least much warmer than the Northland on the west coast, and even warmer than Baldur's Gate further south.
A little higher.
But the problem is that the airflow blowing from the Moon Sea in the south is intercepted by the Dragon's Spine Mountains that run east-west. The Galena Mountains in the east also blocks the airflow from the Far North and the east, and the border forest is formed in the west.
A natural barrier, the north is also isolated by mountains and wilderness.
In other words, the entire Rongma Grassland is like a naturally geographically surrounded area.
Only the huge pass formed between the Dragon's Spine and the Galena Mountains will bring the most important moisture to this land.
So as long as you look at the map, you will know that the direction of the weird airflow here is that warm wind and water vapor come out from the swamp area, the only mountainless area in the middle of the grassland, and then collide with the dry and cold airflow formed by the surrounding towering mountains, eventually forming rain, hail, and snow.
Precipitation in other forms provides water necessary for the survival of animals and plants on the ground.
Since there are no large lakes or rivers, it is difficult to form large-scale settlements in this area. They are basically nomadic, living a life of chasing water and grass.
And it is different from the beautiful scene that most modern people have in their minds: "the sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind and cattle and sheep are low".
Rongma Grassland is a typical primitive grassland, not a mature pastoral area that has been developed by dozens of generations.
Its biggest feature is that the dense weeds can grow to more than two or three meters.
Not to mention "cattle and sheep are visible only when the wind blows through the grass", even if there are animals grazing one meter away, you may not be able to see them.
Therefore, the situation here is much more complicated than outsiders imagine. The local residents are not prairie warriors riding on horseback. Unless there are areas with relatively low grass, most of the time they can only walk and run at all.
I couldn't get up, and I didn't dare to run.
The main purpose of riding a horse is not to travel, but to increase the height and field of view to confirm the direction and avoid getting lost in the endless grassland with no landmark buildings.
At this moment, Dumbledore and his party suffered a lot because they regarded the military grassland as the European pasture grassland on earth.
Although they were walking on a path that had been carved out by merchants before, they were still deeply shocked by the height of the grass on both sides.
Especially the beasts and monsters that suddenly jumped out from the dense grass on both sides, as well as the barbarian tribes and nomads who had been scattered by the orc army and had to rely on hunting and robbery to survive, were simply hard to guard against.
What's even worse is that the weather can change at a moment's notice. It may have been sunny a few minutes ago, but a few minutes later there will be thunderstorms, or there may even be fist-sized hail.
That kind of sourness that cannot be described in words will completely collapse anyone who tastes it a few times.
"What the hell! Why does this poor place feel worse than the Northland?"
Grindelwald looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
Because since entering this area, he has experienced no less than ten sudden thunderstorms.
Sometimes the hailstones were so big that they could kill people.
There were only four horses originally bought to carry people and perform rituals. The rest were either killed by hail, or tripped and broke their legs on some branches and stones hidden in the dense grass.
Reluctantly kill him.
"Don't complain, my dear old friend. The difficulties encountered during the journey are also part of the great adventure, aren't they? Not to mention that if we persist for a while, we should be able to reach our destination."
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile and responded.
Obviously, in terms of mentality, he is much better than the other two people in the team, and he has no negative emotions at all due to the unpredictable and bad weather.
Quite the opposite!
He thoroughly enjoyed the primitive scenery he saw along the way that was completely different from the earth, as well as the accidents and dangers that could happen at any time.
Grindelwald rolled his eyes angrily: "Come on.
I hope you can still have this optimistic attitude when the hail falls soon.
You know we've abandoned the tent.
The last horse carried the last food and water.
If something goes wrong, we will have to rely on Vanswijk's magic for the rest of the journey."
But Dumbledore responded with an indifferent expression: "It doesn't matter, don't forget that we can still hunt and fish. Due to the rainy season, the Rongma Grassland is now full of wild animals. I was with the Wizard Tower in Soth before.
A wild elf druid lady has learned some wilderness survival skills, which can be put to use now."
"Oh my god! You are like two completely different people now than before. No, it should be said that you have returned to the impulsive and aggressive Albus you were when you were young."
When he said these words, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a fiery light, obviously recalling those beautiful years when his "sexual passion burning" made him unforgettable.
"Hahahaha! Because here we don't have any worries, and we don't need to shoulder any responsibilities. We only need to live for ourselves."
With a hearty laugh, Dumbledore suddenly raised the loaded light crossbow in his hand, aimed at the grass on the left, and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
The sharp crossbow bolt shot through the air and directly penetrated into the dense grass. Immediately afterwards, the painful neighing sounds of animals could be heard, and at the same time, the grass that was originally swaying in the wind also swayed chaotically.
He gently pinched the horse under his crotch with his legs, and then rushed over and found a herbivore that had been hit by an arrow and fell to the ground deep in the grass. It looked a bit like a gazelle belonging to the subfamily Antelope subfamily.
But there are no obvious horns on his forehead, and his limbs are slender and his body is agile.
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Severe pain and loss of mobility.
"Aha! Looks like our dinner can be a little richer."
Dumbledore pulled out his dagger and put an end to the animal's suffering with extremely skillful movements. Then he skinned the corpse and cut off the four legs that were best for carrying, as well as the best meat from the back and abdomen.
The action that was as pleasing to the eye as the butcher unloading the cow was completely different from the friendliness and kindness he showed when he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"It's incredible. Every time I see you handling prey, I feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience."
Grindelwald complained as he took the four bloody legs and tied them to the saddle carrying food and water.
"The meat quality of this thing looks good. Maybe we can consider boiling part of it and roasting part of it. Then we can sprinkle a little more salt and spices on it and it can be eaten for at least a few days."
As the team's chef, Vanswijk had already figured out how to deal with the raw meat.
You must know that in the wild where natural resources are relatively abundant, it is never difficult to obtain food. You can even survive by digging out bird nests and eating eggs.
But the real difficulty is how to preserve the obtained food from spoilage.
Especially in a place like the Rongma Grassland, where there are so many mosquitoes, a piece of meat will be visited by flies and various parasites as long as it is left outside for a few hours.
It would be fine if it were just ordinary fly eggs and parasites, but I'm afraid some terrifying magical creatures might be mixed in.
When the time comes to eat it in one bite, those "cute" eggs will enter the human body and hatch and reproduce quickly.
It won't take long for a living person to become as skinny as a stick, or even suddenly one day, countless larvae will burst out from the inside and eat them up.
In order to avoid this nightmare scenario, the simplest solution is to cook and dry the meat so that it is no longer suitable for these parasites and microorganisms to thrive.
The most common method is to grill or smoke it.
When a piece of meat becomes hard and dry, most potential risks can naturally be eliminated.
"In short, we must quickly find a safe place to settle down before the weather gets worse."
After that, Grindelwald cast a prophecy magic and quickly obtained some useful information from it, leaving the main road and heading southeast.
After about twenty minutes, the three of them saw a towering tree in the low shrubs.
I don’t know whether it was natural or man-made. The thick trunk of this tree has been hollowed out, just enough to accommodate a few people. It is simply a natural camping site.
"I didn't expect that your gift of prophecy would still be so outstanding after you came to this world."
There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's tone.
Because he has used prophecy magic more than once, but he is completely unable to grasp the key points from trivial and obscure information prompts like Grindelwald.
Grindelwald replied with a proud face: "Prophecy is different from other magics. It cannot be mastered by simple learning, but requires talent and feeling."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "I completely agree with this. Because Soth has also said before that prophecy is one of the magics he is least good at and dislikes using. Even he is like this.
Of course, there is no need to say more about the other ordinary spell casters."
"Oh? Even though he has become a demon god, is there anything he is not good at?"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Haha, sorry, this question is a bit out of scope.
To be continued...