Emerging from the gray-brown mud, Maghe staggered up and shook off his body and wiped the dry mud on his face.
The leggings were a little loose, and they were tightened when I squatted down, and the horsehide boots were a bit stuffy, but they were okay, at least they were strong.
The hemp arrow-sleeves were damaged in many places, and were obviously a bit thick in this season. Maghe shook off the hem of his clothes, and a few purple-black thorns fell down unnoticed.
Compared with the danger that may bring to exposed skin, Mage would rather be a little hotter. There are too many unpredictable things in this land.
In midsummer, the Mongolia Wasteland is lush with vegetation. The ground, dominated by low shrubs and tall sagebrush, looks flat, but in fact, when you look into the distance, you can feel the gentle undulations.
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Gray-black swallowtail grass and green-brown silk grass with white spots are interlaced on the seemingly flat but undulating wasteland upon closer inspection, as well as the gray-leaf giant wolfberry and the flesh-leafed plump skin that grow in pursuit of moisture.
Clusters of tufts of sapata make the wasteland grassland extraordinarily colorful in midsummer.
Looking around, there are patchy black fire marks scattered irregularly on the grass. This should be caused by dry grass fires caused by lightning strikes in winter and spring. Although it has experienced two thunderstorms in midsummer, smoky fires
The traces of burning are still clearly visible, and this situation is very common on the Mongolian wasteland.
The thunderous sound of the Alkhan's golden horses unique to the Ura Rangers seemed to be chasing something and fading away.
But Ma Zhe did not dare to relax, his eyes were still observing the southwest direction, his fingers gently pressed on the ground, and he felt the vibration of the ground through the mysterious energy to confirm that the other party had left.
The suffocation caused by the huge squeezing force of the soil almost exhausted his will to survive. His ribs were still aching faintly. It was estimated that at least two ribs were cracked by the pressure. He did not have three days to recover and could not fully recover.
Even if it is relatively soft gray soil, it is not a simple matter to hide quietly in the mud for a few breaths, and the result of forcing one's way in is bound to be injured. Maghe's soil escape technique is still
You can't reach that state.
Fortunately, the aggressive rangers were busy chasing the prey they found, and fortunately the meadows were lush with vegetation at that time, so they did not have much time to search around. This gave Maghe a chance to breathe.
If the intruder had appeared a few breaths later, Major might have had to risk being discovered by the rangers and get out to take a breather.
Fortunately, he was a ranger and not a hunter. Otherwise, Maghe didn't know if he would be able to escape the sharp perception of the hunters.
Last month, Mai Zhe encountered two fledgling Wu La safari hunters. During the fight, Mai Zhe paid the price of shoulder and leg injuries and killed two junior safari hunters. This also shows that Mongolia
It is becoming increasingly difficult to mix in the wasteland, and the Wu La people seem to be starting to use this land as a training ground.
Feeling a stabbing pain followed by numbness on his back and thighs, Ma Zhe took a look, gritted his teeth and groped around his back and legs with his fingers, finding the target one by one and pulling it out.
After taking a look, the dark brown thorns and ring-shaped markings appeared milky white, mixed together, flashing with a chilling light.
This is the common Pyracantha thorn awn in the wasteland. It is long and close to the ground. It grows specifically under the bark and swallowtail grass. It is difficult to find it without careful observation.
Although the small thorns on the top are thin, they have the most annoying paralysis poison. It attacks very quickly. Although it is not fatal, it will reduce people's perception and reaction ability, and the effect lasts for up to three hours.
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Even if Arhan's golden horse encounters such a thing in a rolling place, the combat power of the horse will be reduced by one level.
To survive in the Mongolian wilderness, one would not be able to survive for long without an extremely strong body and quick reaction capabilities.
Therefore, any small damage needs to be recovered in the shortest possible time, otherwise danger will ensue.
Maghe sighed and took out a half-deflated oil leather bag from his pouch. The blue-black outer skin was embroidered with a white stork fluttering about to take flight. The pattern was beautiful. He rubbed it and squeezed out a few drops.
Take the oil, rub it vigorously in your hands for a while, then press it on the wounds on your back and legs, press down hard, and force the medicine to penetrate deep into the skin.
This treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. After all, it is not the symptom, but it can also alleviate some of the paralysis. Otherwise, if you encounter trouble in these two hours,
Just as Maghe was trying to get rid of his bad thoughts, an ugly head emerged from the hay pile in Sabah in front of him.
A snake's neck, an ox's head, a dog's eyes, a hare's lips, a rat's beard and tusks are all looking around.
Ma Zhe's heart tightened. He was so unlucky. Why did he meet this thing at this time?
It was a dark dragon that was occasionally seen in the Mongolia Wasteland.
He is only as tall as a crutch, with a thick snake neck, a begging-sized head covered with black thorns like thorns, and blue-grey skin with faint cloud and thunder patterns, which are unique to people with dragon bloodline.
The expression, a pair of swaying maroon eyes, makes people feel uncomfortable at the first sight.
Although it is a dragon in name, in fact it is not even the lowest level dragon.
In Maghe's opinion, this thing is at most a variant of the Dry Jiao with thin dragon blood, or even a snake variant. Compared with the big snake, it has two more pairs of legs, more scales on the vital parts, and a thick one.
Its tail is its most lethal weapon. The tail is covered with poisonous barbs. This is not only an important part of its body balance, but also its powerful hunting weapon.
Seeing the dark dragon in front of him constantly twitching its nostrils, looking at him with burning eyes, and the sharp toes on its shrunken front feet also quietly extending and contracting, Maghe had a headache.
Ma Zhe knew that the other party was attracted by the fresh breath he brought from the soil. This damn guy actually set his sights on himself. Maybe he regarded himself as a giant mole from the soil.
But Maghe really didn't dare to easily provoke this dark dragon that seemed to be of full age.
Dark dragons do not live in groups, but there are often two or three dark dragons living in an area. Sometimes they hunt together, and sometimes they forage alone. Everything depends on the situation.
The wind-sweeping sheep, spot-eyed antelope, and larger twisted-horned long-haired cattle that are common in the wilderness are their prey.
As the lowest dragon clan, or not even a dragon clan, just a low-level dragon beast with a few traces of dragon blood, the dark dragon's combat power cannot be said to be very strong, but it is not something that ordinary humans can deal with.
Of course, wilderness hunters like Maghe who have been living in the Mongolian wilderness for several months are not afraid of such a single dark dragon. Even if two dark dragons want to join forces to prey on him, as long as they are not
Even if he was attacked, he would still have a pretty good chance of escaping, but only if his body was in the healthiest condition.
But now, the injury to his ribs has reduced his attack power by at least 10%, and the worst part is that the toxicity of Pyracantha is slowly taking effect. His green capsule oil has wrong medicinal properties and cannot cure this plant-based paralysis poison.
It can only be resolved slowly by its own resistance. Within two or three hours, this paralyzing toxicity will not disappear at all, but will this damn full-year dark dragon wait that long?
It was just a dark dragon. What Ma Zhe was most worried about was that if this guy called him up and attracted other dark dragons in the area, he might not be able to escape.
This guy must be killed, and he must be killed as soon as possible before he can make a summons call.
Brothers, please give me more advice and encouragement!