Just look at the way Templar George proudly keeps a third-level magic pet [Sword Tiger] with him day and night, and you will know what kind of awesome guy the white fish in front of you is.
You must know that even if a level three [Sword Tiger] is domesticated from a young age and its potential is improved through special food, medicine and training, when it grows into an adult tiger and breaks through the spiritual seal, it will only have the combat power of a level five monster.
Compared with the sword tiger that broke through the spiritual seal, the fifth-level white fish in front of him is only weaker in combat power and does not have the wisdom of a demon pet.
Roy stared stupidly at the top of his head, recalling the lightning-fast water arrow just now, feeling horrified and angry at the same time, "You can touch any fish like this, how terrible a terrible place is this?"
He was in a daze, wondering if he needed to use useless magic to catch fish, but Oliver, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, was already furious. Not to mention a few small fifth-level fish, he was extremely hungry, but
He even ate dragon eggs. He roared immediately, rushed to the edge of the pool, opened his mouth and breathed dragon breath at the fish in the water.
Although Oliver's dragon's breath is far inferior to that of a real dragon, dragon's breath is dragon's breath, with natural dragon power. Even Lev, the knight of justice, was so frightened that he flew away without knowing it, let alone
A monster born to be oppressed by dragon power.
With a breath of dragon's breath, the water pool suddenly felt like a pot was boiling. I saw white fish jumping around like headless flies, and a few weak ones even turned their bellies.
"Woof woof!" Oliver shouted at Roy, jumping up and down, looking desperate.
Roy and Mal'er, on the other hand, looked at Oliver blankly. Thinking that with Oliver's breath of dragon, it might be okay to survive here, they immediately high-fived each other excitedly, bang... Mal'er was slapped directly by Roy.
The shot flew out.
"Wow!" Roy was shocked.
"Roy! You did it on purpose!" Maler was so angry that he jumped up and immediately wanted to transform and fight Roy.
At this critical moment, she suddenly saw Big Head and Oliver looking at her strangely. She suddenly remembered the lesson she learned last time and finally calmed down.
Seeing Ma Ya'er's unkind expression, Roy quickly turned his head and made a hand seal.
As the magic power surged out, the clear pool water seemed to have been grabbed by someone in the void. Water arrows shot up from the pool, piercing through the four stunned white fish and bringing them to the shore.
Roy was very familiar with things like disembowelment. After a while, the three white fish had turned into grilled fish on the fire.
Malt and Oliver were squatting by the fire, staring at the fish intently. Roy, on the other hand, focused on the magic core taken out of the white fish and the remaining white fish he deliberately left.
This kind of white fish has the lowest level and intelligence among the fifth-level monsters, and the energy contained in the magic core is not large. If put in a store, it may only be worth twenty or thirty gold langs, which is less than that of the fourth-level monsters.
There are not many more magic cores. However, for Roy at this moment, these magic cores and the white fish in his hand are far more interesting to him than thousands of gold coins.
Ever since Mal'er's unintentional words in the cave triggered Roy's association between animal meridians and magic patterns, this idea has been swirling in his mind all the time.
"Magic patterns, meridians..." Roy muttered, repeatedly checking the fish in his hand.
There are no large scales on the white fish, only a layer of skin with very small and thin scales attached to it. The whole body is spindle-shaped, with a protruding lower jaw and a long whisker in the middle of the two eyes.
Its magic core is located under the long beard. When he fired the water arrow just now, Roy also saw the ball at the top of the long beard flashing blue light slightly.
Roy used a knife to gently dig open the fish head and observed it carefully.
The long whiskers of the fish were very soft, with flesh on the outside and something like a transparent fish brain on the inside. There was nothing special about it. But soon, Roy discovered something at the connection between the roots and the magic core.
A very shallow and thin white thread. This white thread forms a U-shaped loop along the forehead of the fish's head, and is connected to the top of the long beard in a special arc.
Roy was very excited when he discovered this U-turn.
He quickly opened Austin's magic notes and compared them with some of the magic pattern diagrams. It soon proved that he was right. There were such U-shaped rotations in several water magic patterns.
However, this kind of convolution is just a line in a complex magic pattern and cannot explain anything. Moreover, because the arc is very common, the possibility of coincidence is greater than guessing.
Roy removed the flesh from the fish and unwrapped the skin.
After looking at the whole fish completely, he also drew in his notes the lines on the white fish's skin, the fish bones and several white lines extending from the magic core.
But Roy knew that this was only a small part of what he had accomplished. If he wanted to fully understand the water arrow magic of white fish, he would still need to dissect a few more fish.
The fish was roasted, and Malt and Oliver were beaming with joy as they ate.
"Two idiots..." Roy angrily took a bite of the fish and found that it was extremely delicious. His appetite immediately whetted his appetite. His original intention of criticizing Malt and Oliver for not seeing the world suddenly flew out of the window.
After they had eaten and drank enough, the two of them sat on the ground and stared at each other.
Although finding a place to hide temporarily, with food and drink, is far more comfortable than being baked in a lava cave, this is a desperate situation after all. No matter how comfortable it is, are you going to stay here for the rest of your life?
"As long as there's no danger, I can stay here as long as I want," Ma Ya'er said, dangling her fair and delicate feet on Roy's shoulders. "Anyway, we have to hide here and there when we get to your place of salvation. Otherwise, we might as well just go
It’s time to settle here.”
As she said that, she giggled, pulled Roy's ear and whispered: "If you are afraid of not getting a wife, I can marry you."
Roy rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Little girl movie."
Mal'er's proposal strengthened his determination to find a way back to the human world. In addition to seeking revenge, finding his grandfather, dead or alive, and finding out the truth about the massacre fourteen years ago, more importantly - he could
I don't want to be a nanny in this place full of high-level monsters, holding the little girl I had with a little girl.
That kind of life... Roy couldn't help but shudder just thinking about it.
"Humph!" Maliyar bit Roy's ear, with a smile on his lips and his cunning eyes rolling around.
Roy knew that Mal'er was rebellious by nature, and she would go the other way when you told her something. She was also lively and would get into trouble if she had such a topic with her, so he just ignored her and took out the magic book to read by himself.
"Wooden head!" Sure enough, Maler muttered, focused his attention on Oliver, fluttered his wings and flew down, grabbing Oliver and riding him as a horse.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
During the three days, Roy still focused on meditation and took all the time to practice. Although the magic power had not exceeded the 1,000 magic code mark, he found that the magic power had stronger control over the elements. The role of magic power was originally to control
The strengthening of elements and control means an increase in strength. This makes Roy feel more comfortable.
As for when he can break through the demonic barrier, he doesn't care anymore.
In addition to routine practice, Roy devoted more energy to the study of white fish. He dissected more than twenty white fish, carefully observed every detail of their bodies, and sketched or erased them in his diary.
Remove the lines one by one. As more and more fish are dissected, and as the anatomy notes thicken, a complete map of the body lines of white fish gradually takes shape.
At this moment, when he drew the last line and took notes, the white fish pattern was finally completed.
Looking at the pattern diagram in his hand, Roy was a little confused. Although it took three days, most of the time was spent on determining and anatomy of possible magic pattern lines. Although the "magic pattern diagram" in his hand
It twists and turns, but there are only a dozen lines, which is much less than the basic magic pattern diagram that often has hundreds of lines.
"Wrong..." For a moment, Roy felt that all his strength was gone. He lay on the ground and looked at the ceiling of the cave in a daze. He knew without trying that there was absolutely no such simple magic pattern in the world. 10
There is a huge difference between a few lines and hundreds of lines. The two are not the same thing at all.
Looking at the sunlight filtering through the gap in the cave roof, Roy felt very sad.
Ever since he accidentally entered a desperate situation, for the past three days, he had been supported by the strange idea in his mind. How much he hoped to prove his conjecture.
It would be great if the meridian patterns of Warcraft were magic patterns.
In that case, he might be able to find the crux of his inability to practice fighting spirit, open the door to the knighthood that he and Tom long for, and realize Tom's dream.
However, the reality is so ruthless. Everything is just his wishful thinking.
"Tired?" Maliyar flew over and landed gently on Roy's chest.
In fact, she knew what happened as soon as she saw Roy's appearance. However, she didn't want to make Roy uncomfortable, so she pretended not to know: "You haven't had a good sleep for several days. Otherwise,
You can take a nap."
Roy shook his head, his eyes still staring blankly at the sunlight coming from the top of the cave, watching the sunlight shining in the pool and reflecting onto the rippling shadow on the top of the cave.
He also felt very unwilling.
Could it be that he would never be able to cultivate fighting spirit and realize the dream he and Tom shared?
In the swaying water shadow, the faces of Tom and Grandpa seemed to appear again. Roy sat up suddenly and took out the magic painting tools and ink he got from the dragon's lair from the space ring.
No matter what, give it a try yourself!
Never give up until you are completely desperate in the end!