The night breeze sighed among the trees, carrying the smell of pine needles, dragon dung and blood.
Zheng Qing felt depressed and looked up at the edge of the forest.
The junction between the moonlight and the woods was shrouded in shadow, and a tall mill tilted to one side, looking like a staggering drunkard in the night. From the apple trees farther away, the songs of several songbirds could be faintly heard.
Having gone out to help the old fire dragon clean up parasites, they have developed a certain degree of immunity to the dragon's power, making this lonely place full of blood a little more lively.
"Those are the traces left when the fire dragon struggled."
Vas Egg noticed the mill at the end of the hunting team leader's sight and simply explained: "The one who died was an adult Romanian long-horned dragon. It had a very hot temper... When it was attacked by those elves, it spat wildly in all directions.
Dragon's Breath...and destroyed the mill."
At this point, he shrugged and added: "Because fire dragons are not very good-tempered, buildings such as mills in the dragon hunting farm are easily damaged. It is not a big deal originally, but damage of this level is still
Rarely seen.”
“What’s the point of building a mill in a dragon farm?”
"When preparing concentrated feed, you need to grind chestnuts, acorns, corn and other crops into powder... Most of the time, fire dragons mainly eat meat, but occasionally they have a bad appetite, or are sick, or are young dragons, so they need to artificially prepare concentrated feed.
Feeding. When I was little, I loved grabbing chestnuts from the little dragons. The chestnuts they ate were all pickled with honey and tasted great!"
Because Lin Guo likes dragons, Zheng Qing is familiar with many wild dragon habits, but many of the artificial dragon raising techniques he heard today are the first time he knows them, and he listens to them with gusto.
Katsa.
There was a crisp cracking sound underfoot.
The young public-funded student lowered his head and saw several slender bones that seemed to be ribs broken into several pieces on the soles of his feet. These bones should have been burned by dragon flames, like charred branches after a mountain fire, and even the broken parts were pitch black.
, as if it has been completely carbonized.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his toes near the ribs.
Soon, under a small pile of ashes, I saw a Jiaohu skull that had shrunk to the size of a fist. The dark eye sockets occupied most of the skull, staring straight into the eyes of the young hunter, which made him a little confused.
Chest tightness.
"Are there any surviving elves?" Zheng Qing looked back and asked softly.
"No."
Vas Egg glanced at the skull and answered with certainty: "Even so far, no elf with a complete body has been found in the hunting grounds."
Under the mask, Zheng Qing frowned and pinched the white jade in his hand.
This piece of jade is also a piece of equipment provided by the Trident Sword. It has a similar effect to the looking glass, except that it is used to detect whether the other party is lying. The first time he met with Vas Egg, Zheng Qing took out this piece of jade.
Jue, and recited the incantation "Bai Gui's Defilement", but until now, there is no flaw on this piece of white jade.
In theory, this means he didn't lie.
Of course, this does not mean that the other party's words must be credible - telling part of the truth, or taking certain potions and using certain spells in advance can also avoid the effects of Bai Gui's Defilement.
"Brother Zha, Doctor, come and take a look at this wreckage." Dylan's voice suddenly came from the mask, and there was a hint of confusion in the excitement.
The area Dylan inspected was located on the east side of the accident scene.
He found a slightly complete remains of an elf. Based on the situation at the scene, he could probably tell that the elf was avoiding the fire dragon's breath. A thick oak tree blocked most of the power of the dragon's flames, so the elf hid under the tree.
The body on the back was still intact, but the exposed lower body, like most of the tree body, had been burned to a crisp by the dragon's flames.
Even so, its upper body was severely burned, as if it had been a giant lobster that had been in a steamer, and its entire body was a strange orange-red color.
"Is this really the Great Yarmouth elf?" Zheng Qing couldn't hide his surprise as he looked at the gnarled muscles of the elf's upper body, its ferocious face, and its red skin.
In my impression, most of the elves of the genus Britannia are cyan and gray, with very few being green. Red elves can only appear in a few limited plateau areas such as the Deccan, Colorado, and Columbia.
"Judging from the bones and palm prints, it should be right."
Xiao Xiao leaned down and looked at the remains carefully. The flat cat-faced mask was almost sticking to the elf's skin. Since he didn't have glasses, he raised his fingers and slid over the edge of the mask, then landed on the elf calmly.
On the body, he poked his fingertips here and there, muttering something in his mouth:
“...In the world of magical creatures, the phylum Crysozoa, the class Elven, the order Flying, the family Elfidae, the genus Elf, and the subgenus Britannia, there are two kinds of elves, namely, the Cornish elves and the Great Yarmouth elves.
Compared with the Cornwall elves, the Great Yarmouth elves have larger eyes, delicate skin, and a few scales on their wrists. It is said that this is because they have a certain degree of blood relationship with the Naga... It’s just that
This has not been recognized by the Naga people."
As he spoke, he used a long clamp to hold the elf's wrist and carefully turned it over. Sure enough, there were several semicircular scales on the wrist.
Similar to the skin, those scales have also turned red.
"They look completely different from the group of elves I raised." Zheng Qing listened to the doctor's "Magic Pu" and thought of the elves still in the dormitory. He wondered how they were doing these days.
"Of course it's different."
Xiao Xiao finally raised his head and glanced at his captain with disdain: "One is a crested biological sect, and the other is an alchemical biological sect. Their origins are completely different... Didn't you take magical biology as an elective?"
This sentence risks revealing your identity.
Zheng Qing subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Vas Egg, only to find that he had very consciously stayed more than ten meters away from several people to show that he would not interfere with the work of the Trident Sword specialists.
Seeing Zheng Qing's gaze, he waved happily.
"...The blood in the elf's body has been 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 the black magic that can achieve this effect is too
There are many more, including starry sky, shamanic, voodoo... There is a book "My Days at Trident Sword" in the library, which introduces a case that happened in Lagos. At that time, Trident Sword agents took a Wiccan
The eucalyptus who taught the black wizard directly identified it as a voodoo cultist and caused a lot of trouble..."
"Lagos is originally a traditional power of voodoo, and it is difficult to avoid mistakes like that." Dylan commented.
"So, I hope that you will not make similar mistakes today and put the faults of other dark wizards on the head of Wicca." Xiao Xiao replied calmly.