The night breeze was blowing, and sighing in the woods, spreading the smell of pine needles, dragon feces and blood.
Zheng Qing felt a little bored and looked up at the edge of the woodland.
The junction of the moonlight and the woods was shrouded in shadows, and a tall mill tilted to one side. In the night, it seemed like a staggering drunk. On the apple tree further away, the singing of several singing elbows came faintly. They lived in the dragon field for many years and helped the elderly fire dragons to clear the parasites, which had formed a certain degree of immunity to the dragon power, making this lonely place full of blood more angry.
"That's the traces left when the fire dragon struggles."
Vas Eiger noticed the mill at the end of the hunting team captain's sight and explained simply: "The dead is an adult Romanian horned dragon with a very hot temperament... When attacked by those elves, he squirted the dragon's breath in all directions... and then destroyed the mill."
Speaking of this, he shrugged and added: "Because the Fire Dragon has a bad temper, buildings like mills in the Dragon Hunting Field are easy to be damaged. They were nothing, but damage of this level is still rare."
"What are you doing to build a mill in the dragon farm?"
"When making concentrated feed, you need to make crops such as chestnuts, acorns, corn, etc. into powder... Most of the time, the fire dragons are mainly meat-eating, but occasionally they have bad appetite, are sick, or young dragons, they need to be artificially prepared and fed with feeding them. When I was a child, I liked to compete with the dragons for chestnuts. The chestnuts they ate were marinated with honey, and the taste was very good!"
Because Lin Guo likes dragons, Zheng Qing is influenced by his eyes and knows many wild dragon habits, but it is the first time I have heard of many artificial dragon raising techniques today, and I listen to them with relish.
Kacha.
A crisp cracking sound came from under his feet.
The young public student lowered his head and saw several slender bones, suspected to be ribs, broken into several pieces on the soles of his feet. These bones should have been burned by dragon flames, as if the charred branches after the mountain fire, and even the broken parts were pitch black, as if they had completely carbonized.
His gaze was slightly narrowed, and his toes flipped around these ribs.
Soon, under a small pile of ashes, he saw a Jiaohu skull that had shrunk to the size of a fist. His dark eye sockets occupied most of the skull area. He stared straight into the eyes of the young hunter, making him feel a little chest tight.
"Are there any surviving elf?" Zheng Qing asked softly withdrew his gaze.
"No."
Vas Aeger glanced over the skull and replied very affirmatively: "Even so far, no elves with complete bodies have been found in the hunting ground."
Under the mask, Zheng Qing frowned and pinched the white jade in his palm.
This jade pendant is also a equipment provided by the Three Fork Sword, which has similar effects to the spectator, but it is used to detect whether the other party is lying. As soon as he met Vas Aeger, Zheng Qing took out the jade pendant and recited the spell of "Bai Gui's Spotting", but until now, there has been no flaw on this white jade.
In theory, this means he is not lying.
Of course, this does not mean that the other party's words must be credible - telling some facts, or taking certain potions and spells in advance can also avoid the effect of Bai Gui's defilement.
"Brother Zha, Doctor, come and see the wreckage." Dylan's voice suddenly came from the mask, and a hint of confusion was revealed in excitement.
The area where Dylan inspected was located on the east side of the accident site.
He found a slightly complete wreck of the elf. According to the situation on the scene, it can be roughly judged that the elf was avoiding the breath of the fire dragon. A thick oak tree blocked most of the power of the dragon flames, so the elf's body hiding behind the tree was still intact, but the lower body exposed outside was already burned into charcoal by the dragon flames, just like most of the tree bodies.
Even so, it had severe burns on its upper body, as if the big lobster that had entered a steamer had a strange orange-red whole body.
"Is this really a Great Yarmouth elf?" Zheng Qing looked at the elf's knotted muscles, ferocious face and red skin, unable to hide his surprise.
In my impression, most of the elves of the genus Great Britain are blue and gray, and very few are green. Red elves only appear in several limited plateau areas such as Deccan, Colorado, and Colombia.
"Judged based on bones and palm lines, it should be correct."
Xiao Xiao bent down and looked at the wreckage carefully. The flat cat-faced mask was almost pressed onto the elf's skin. Because he had no glasses, his raised fingers slipped across the edge of the mask and fell quietly on the elf. He poked his fingertips here and there, and murmured in his mouth:
"...There are two kinds of elves in the magical creature world, the crevices, the elves, the elves, the genus of the genus of the British, namely the Cornish Elves and the Great Yarmouth Elves. Compared with the Cornish Elves, the Great Yarmouth Elves have larger eyes, delicate skin, and several scales on their wrists. It is said that this is because they have a certain degree of blood relationship with Naga...but this has not been recognized by the Naga."
While speaking, he used a long clip to hold the elf's wrist and flipped it over carefully. Sure enough, there were several semicircular scales on his wrist.
Similar to the skin, those scales have also become red.
"They look completely different from the group of elves I raised." Zheng Qing listened to the doctor's "magic" and thought of the elves who were still in the dormitory. He didn't know how they had been doing these few days.
"Of course it's different."
Xiao Xiao finally raised his head and glanced at his captain with contempt: "One of the ridge biologics and the other is the alchemy biologics. The source is very different... Haven't you ever studied magic biology?"
This sentence has the risk of exposing your identity.
Zheng Qing subconsciously looked up at Vas Aeger, but found that he had stayed more than ten meters away from several people to show that he would not interfere with the work of the three-pointed sword specialists.
Seeing Zheng Qing's gaze, he waved happily.
"...The blood in the elf's body was drained. This is not an effect that dragon flames can achieve." Xiao Xiao's voice attracted the attention of the young public-funded student again: "But there are too many black magic that can achieve this effect, starry sky, shamanic, voodoo... There is a book "My Days in the Three-Chain Sword" in the library, which introduces an example of the incident that happened in Lagos. At that time, the agent of the Three-Chain Sword directly identified a black wizard of the Wicca Cult as a voodoo cult, causing a lot of trouble..."
"Lagos was originally a traditional voodoo force, and it is difficult to avoid such mistakes." Dylan commented.
"So, I hope that Yusu will not make similar mistakes today, and put the mistakes of other black wizards on the head of the Wicca Sect." Xiao Xiao replied calmly.