Chapter 1080 Torrent in the Shadow (2 more updates for monthly pass)
"Gretel, look at that shrub over there. The main stem is divided into sections. We call it the Green Nine Sections, also known as the Vine of the Soul. Pick the leaves and make them, which can be used to enhance the spread of spiritual power!"
"Grete, don't touch that frog! Remember, this kind of frog is very small, only as big as a knuckle, and very brightly colored, golden, bright red, and blue. It is very poisonous and will kill you if it bleeds.
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"Grete, come find the camping site! - Don't always think about opening a mage's cabin. You are a servant of nature, communicate with nature, and ask where is suitable for camping!"
Gretel pulled at the bush and followed him dejectedly. His special elf training was not over yet, or in other words, Ash Moonsong worked harder and harder to instill all the knowledge into him:
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Why should I learn this!
I am a mage! If I need to camp, I can just open a mage cabin!
If that doesn't work, I can cast a magic rope spell and climb in, and I can deal with it all night!
But there is no other way. Firstly, Ashe Yuege is pressed hard, secondly, there are many arts to overcome, and learning a skill will eventually be useful, and thirdly...
Gretel also knew that Sister Yuege took him there to treat Ms. Jasmine's father this time, using her own reputation as a guarantee.
When the time comes, I bring a half-elf cub in his early twenties. He cannot recognize the flowers, trees, or snakes, beasts, insects, or ants. He doesn’t even know where to find a campsite...
At that time, all doubts will be directed at Sister Yue Ge!
Forget it, study hard!
"...It's best to camp near the water...the water...the high ground next to the water..."
Grete searched hard and tried to find a camping site based on the bits and pieces he heard in his previous life and some camping experiences told by Bernard and Mr. Valensimo in this life. After wandering around for a long time, he actually found one:
"Sister Yue Ge! Look! It's nice here!"
"It doesn't work here." Ai Xi Yue Ge glanced at it and shook his head:
"Look at this water mark. When the water rises, it will reach the camp. Do you want to float while you sleep?"
"Well……"
Gretel was dejected and continued to walk forward. The sky was getting darker and darker, and seeing that everyone could not find a campsite, Sister Yuege really dared to let him sleep outside.
As a last resort, he turned into a bear and ran forward. After a while, he shouted again:
"Sister Yue Ge! Look here! The terrain is high and the water can't come up!"
Ashe Yuege heard the sound and followed him. After only turning around for a short time, he rejected his choice:
"Come, look at these hoof prints. This is a wild boar's, this is a capybara's... They will come to the river to drink water. They will come, and the leopards will come here to hunt. You don't want to sleep until midnight and get bitten
Hold your neck and sleep here!"
"No, sister Yue Ge!" Gretel burst into tears:
"Do I still have to carry a bunch of paw prints and hoof prints... I am a magician, not a hunter!"
"Boss, let me carry it for you!" The barbarian stepped forward diligently. Ash Yuege glared at him fiercely, making the two-meter-tall barbarian shrink back and turned to Grete with a stern face:
"Where is your spiritual power? Where is your natural affinity? Ask! Ask the plants around you, where will the water rise, what animals come to drink the water, are there mosquitoes, are there poisonous insects...ask!"
Gretel: "...T_T"
Fortunately, this was done through mental communication. If he had asked, Sister Yue Ge would probably have to scold him, "What's that growing under your nose?"
After going back and forth three times, I finally found a place to stay. Before Grete could clear the ground, Ash Yuesong took out a handful of seeds and gently held them up:
The seeds sprouted, branched out, and grew long vines. One end turned to the left and the other to the right, winding around the trunks of two tall trees. Then, countless thin vines sprouted from the two trunks, entangled and intertwined on their own.
net.
"did you see?"
Ash Moonsong raised an eyebrow at Gretel:
"In the forest, sleeping in this kind of hammock is more convenient than sleeping in your mage's hut. If any monsters pass by, drinking water or hunting, just walk directly underneath without disturbing each other."
Isn't it?
What's wrong with the mage's hut?
Just when Gretel was about to argue, Hisoka Yin had already squeezed up, looked at the rope net, and smiled happily. Then, he turned back and nodded to Gretel:
"She's right. A mage's hut stands on the ground. If you encounter a bad-tempered monster, it will be smashed to pieces or knocked down. It's better to live in a hammock and be quiet for a night."
"Well……"
Gretel thought about it, and it was indeed true. But if it fell on him, he still had to live in the mage's cabin:
"It doesn't matter, I'll change the spell model. Let the mage's hut blend with nature, and it will never be damaged by wild beasts!"
However, such a mage's cabin cannot be squeezed in if everyone wants to squeeze in. Appa himself occupies half of the area, and Cerela must have a room to herself. As for Bernard, is it possible that he is in Grete's room?
Flooring?
"It's okay, I'll try the hammock too." Ms. Jasmine came over enthusiastically and pinched a few vines between her fingers. She got one for herself and another for her husband. Xisuoyin shrugged:
"I won't sleep on that thing, it's too cold."
A vine also appeared on the tip of his finger, split into two, two into four, and four into eight, and plunged into the soil. Countless vines dug randomly, digging a pit in the ground.
Xisuoyin dug in, and the soil collapsed, covering him tightly. Gretel was stunned when he saw it:
"this……"
"Hey, little guy, you don't understand this." The middle-aged elf was lying comfortably in the soil, with only his head exposed above the soil hole, and winked at Gretel:
"The soil here is very hot from the sun during the day, and it's very comfortable to lie in it at night. Oh my, my waist and my knees are just right to be covered at night..."
Okay, you win. Gretel shrugged, turned and walked back to his apartment. As soon as he turned around, he heard Hisoka Yin shouting:
"Hey, that boy! The hammock needs to be tilted to sleep. If you sleep like this, you will fall off!"
Huh?
Who are you calling?
Gretel turned his head curiously. He saw Mr. Hawthorne twisting in the tree on the side, trying to twist himself from lying upright to lying down horizontally. Not far away, Ms. Jasmine raised her head and looked at it funny.
With husband:
"Shall I get another vine and tie you to the hammock?"
"No! No need!" The tall mercenary shook his head vigorously. Obviously, he was very shameless, especially in front of his wife:
"I can just sleep by myself!"
Ms. Jasmine looked at her husband with a smile and lay down on the bed. A group of people slept in the mage's hut, some slept in the mage's hut, some slept in the hammocks, and some slept in the earth pit. After a while, the entire camp gradually became quiet.
Grete continued to conduct experiments, observing corpse tissues, memorizing spell models, and struggled until it was completely dark before slowly falling asleep. As if he had just closed his eyes, a scream suddenly sounded in the camp:
"ah--"
Grete suddenly jumped out of the mage's hut. Suddenly, three or five balls of light had risen in the camp. He saw Mr. Hawthorne standing on the ground, raising his hands, waving his arms, stamping his feet, spinning in circles, and the ground was in chaos.
jump.
While jumping, he slapped his whole body randomly, pulled his clothes, pants, and kicked his shoes...
The posture is so strange that Grete has only seen it when the spell casters in the Great Wasteland and the priests of various tribes in the northern New World performed the sacred dance. No, strictly speaking, it is even stranger than those spell casters...
At least they don’t pull off their clothes when dancing!
"Enemy attack!"
Grete shouted. His hands flew up, and a series of defensive spells were cast on him. As soon as he had cast three spells, he heard Ash Yuege say angrily:
"What enemy attack! Get out of the way!"
"ah?!"
Gretel was stunned. Ash Moonsong had jumped down easily, stretched out the vine in his hand, and pulled Mr. Hawthorne to the side. He raised his other hand, and the light ball in the camp shone brightly:
"Look, look, what's on the ground!"
Grete leaned over and looked, only to find a dense black torrent on the ground, rushing forward. Looking more carefully, this torrent was actually composed of countless huge ants:
"What a big ant!"
Gretel exclaimed. Each ant was longer than the first section of his little finger. The powerful jaws clicked, clicked, which made people's hair stand on end. They swarmed across the ground and past where Mr. Hawthorne was standing.
place, I rushed to the mage's cabin as soon as I saw it!
Without thinking about it, Grete threw a general spell to prevent insects, ants, snakes and rats in front of the hut. Unexpectedly, this simple trick seemed to anger the army ants:
The black torrent paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up. The head was on top of the tail, and the tail was on top of the head, forming an ant bridge several meters high. It fell towards the mage's hut with its head and face covered with mutter:
"Bernard! Appa! Cerela! Let's move!"
Gretel did not want to challenge a million ant swarms. He quickly cast out the spell and opened the force field barrier as much as possible, causing the army ants to pause for a moment. Then, he threw a mage hut next to it and quickly called for someone.
withdraw!
Make way for this thing!
Cerela, Bernard and Appa filed out and stood on the side with a smile, watching Ash Moonsong condense a small fireball, one by one, to burn the ants hanging on Mr. Hawthorne's body.
Feeling the heat of the flames, the ants opened their mouths and fell down obediently. As for the ants that had already bitten them, they were slapped away by Mr. Hawthorne, but their powerful upper and lower jaws were still embedded in his body...
"Forget it, I'll do it." Grete had no choice but to step forward, raised his hand, and the cleaning technique swept over Mr. Hawthorne's body. The tall mercenary sighed longly, relaxed, and still felt satisfied:
"I rolled down when I fell asleep... I was too sleepy. I slept comfortably on the ground, and I didn't want to climb up to sleep again..."
Then I was crawled all over by army ants... It was really unlucky and funny...
Grete shook his head, sighing and wanting to laugh. Next to him, Ash Yuege crushed an ant on his fingertips and stared at the vast ant colony, his face becoming more and more serious:
"They are also polluted...when, even they were polluted..."
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