When setting off the next day, Li Meng was still a little depressed.
She still didn't want to deal with those smelly ogres.
"Didn't you get a good rest last night?" Zheng Qing looked at the gloomy little witch and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Hey, follow your sister closely and don't get distracted... The ogre's stone hits very accurately, be careful.
The brain is blooming!”
The little witch looked at him sadly.
"I had a dream last night," she glanced left and right, lowering her voice in a mysterious manner, her voice seemed a bit ethereal due to its uncertainty: "A very bad, very bad dream. I saw death, crows, and withering.
The big tree..."
"You don't have the talent of being a witness, do you?" Zheng Qing interrupted the little witch's murmur and made sure.
Li Meng pretended not to hear the wizard's question and continued to murmur in a dreamy tone: "Only staying away can avoid death... The crow's cry was mixed with the gravel blown by the wind, desolate and dry.
, has been filling my lungs!"
Zheng Qing didn't know how the word 'dry' was connected with the word 'Qin', just like he didn't know whether the nerves that classmate Li Meng had this morning was just a simple hatred of ogres, or some kind of hatred.
The rebellion of her cousin's will.
The young public-funded student sighed heavily and raised his hand to brush off a few strands of cobwebs on the little witch's shoulders.
"First of all, no one dies."
He said with certainty: "After staying here for so many days, you should understand that those things we said before school were all to scare us. Secondly, I have also been to Dreamland, and I can tell you that there are very beautiful things in dreams.
Scenes, there are scary stories, but they are as fragile as soap bubbles. In the end, the things that really matter happen in the real world when we are awake.”
As he spoke, he pulled open the tent curtain, and a gust of early morning chill rushed towards them, making both of them shiver. Zheng Qing shrank his neck, looked back at the little witch, and added:
"For example, are you sober now...?"
"Thank you, I feel much more awake." The little witch replied firmly, looking extremely polite.
Outside the tent, the fortune teller of the Forgiveness Hunting Team had burned a small pile of hay in a pit at the edge of the camp. The bluish-white smoke stirred in the light morning mist, revealing a twisted vitality.
Jiang Yu held the Dharma book and stood behind Xiao Xiao, carefully observing the shape of the smoke rising from the pit. Her shoulders were wrapped in a large red and black checkered shawl, and her long hair was gathered in the shawl.
The early morning sunshine smeared on her hair and shawl, like a layer of sweet orange jam.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but sniff.
The witch looked back, nodded to the wizard, and then waved to Li Meng to stand beside her. Zheng Qing followed him as if nothing had happened.
Li Meng took two steps and suddenly stopped, tilting his head and looking at Zheng Qing: "You don't believe in my dream, but you believe in the pile of grass he burned?"
Is there any comparison between the two?
Zheng Qing resisted the urge to complain, pondered for a moment, and finally coughed lightly under Jiang Yu's puzzled eyes and replied vaguely: "A great wizard once said, 'The strong will not succumb to fate, but let fate surround him.
', I think this sentence is very reasonable... We should not succumb to the intimidation of dreams, but we cannot ignore the warnings of fate. It is always good to be more prepared at any time. "
"I am not a strong man, just a weak woman."
The little witch obviously had little confidence in practicing the mottos of the 'great wizards', and pointed at the pit: "Like Four Eyes?"
"You should call him 'Doctor' or 'Doctor Xiao'." Zheng Qing corrected patiently.
"What are you doing, Doctor?" Fatty Xin swayed out of the tent with his belly bulging, picking his teeth, and walked over: "Didn't you say we would leave before seven o'clock? It's already six-fifty now."
"The elder has already inquired in advance," Xiao Xiao was still squatting by the pit, using a slender straw stick to poke the gray-white embers in the pit, and replied without looking back: "If you get up earlier, you can eat
Hurry up and you won't ask such a stupid question."
The fat man simply ignored the dissatisfaction in the doctor's tone.
He squatted by the pit and looked at the embers with interest. He picked up a straw stick and poked it in the ashes, then frowned: "Where are the bones? Are you doing smoke divination?"
"Not exactly." Xiao Xiao finally turned around and looked at the fat man - the pupils in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only the trembling whites:
"This is an ancient way of divination. By burning yarrow, sandalwood, or applying essential oils, it stimulates the senses of wizards and captures certain fleeting illusions. The results are more accurate than oracle bones or smoke divination.
But the requirements for divination skills are also higher.”
"That means a wizard who masters this method of divination will never be able to enjoy a spa in his lifetime, right?" Zheng Qing had an inexplicable idea and subconsciously held a moment of silence for Dr. Xiao.
"What is spa?" Li Meng kicked Zheng Qing curiously.
Zheng Qing's eyebrows twitched and he laughed: "Oh, a treatment method that is beneficial to physical and mental health in Bai Ding's world...it is completely inferior to the magic potions prepared by wizards."
Jiang Yu lowered her eyelids and carefully studied the smoke after burning yarrow, and did not participate in these boring chats from beginning to end.
"Have you observed any risks?" Zheng Qing changed the subject and decisively turned everyone's attention to the hunting team's fortune teller: "You've been watching here for a long time, right?"
"Not yet..." Without saying a word, Xiao Xiao suddenly shut up and stood up.
Several other young wizards also followed his gaze.
A flash of cyan fire suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of several young wizards. The fire dissipated, and an exquisite blue bird flapped its wings and sang happily: "The ogre tribe was discovered, located in Eyjafjallaj?kull
) about 500 meters west of the foothills..."
"What?" Zheng Qing looked at the others in confusion.
"Ayyafala..."
"Eyjafjallajökull..."
Fatty Xin and Xiao Xiao said two words at the same time. The pronunciation was very similar, but the length was significantly different. Fatty looked at the doctor, babbled, and gave up the right to explain.
"Don't make me repeat the word."
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses. At some point, Bai Ren'er's eyes returned to normal, revealing black and white pupils: "... Eyjafjallajkull was originally an ice cap volcano in Iceland. The name originally meant 'island, mountain, glacier', but because the pronunciation of the word was too vague and difficult, many people couldn't pronounce it, so after the last exploration, I used it here."
As he spoke, he used the grass branches in his hands to outline a few lines and drew a simple map: "You also know that the foothills are polluted by the starry sky, and there is an unknown distortion. If ordinary wizards enter without precautions, it will easily appear. Symptoms such as confusion and difficulty in expression...so it is more appropriate to call it 'Eyjafjallaj?kull'①."
This chapter has been completed!