The Ranger has his own hut deep in the jungle. This is not a building built with wooden boards and stones, but is slowly created by modifying the direction of trees' growth.

Continuously tracing upward, the house has existed since two hundred years ago, but at that time there was only one tree hole. Now, as the trees grow, the original tree hole has been pushed to a place that is twenty meters high, seriously affecting the stability of the trees. So decades ago, the tree hole was smashed open and demolished, becoming an open observation platform that Zhao Mai sees now.

There are three houses left to use, each of which belongs to the three generations of dense forest rangers, each built in its own era. Below these three, there is an unfinished tree hole, which should be prepared for the next generation of rangers. Some purple-red vines climb on the tree holes and emit a faint fluorescence from time to time. Unlike those vines that absorb tree nutrients, the roots of the purple vines are rooted in the soil and do not look weak and rely on at all, but continue to expand the size of the tree hole like a chain pulled.

The gourd-shaped Ranger tree is surrounded by a grassland, and only grass can survive under the shadow of the huge canopy, and other trees cannot grow at all. A group of rabbits are playing and playing here. When they see Zhao Mai, they run away and quickly get under the complex roots of the Ranger tree to hide. A big white goose stretched out its neck, flapped its wings, and rushed towards Zhao Mai.

Carl raised his kick and kicked the big goose aside. The goose blinked his eyes and knew that he had completed the task. So he supported his fat belly with his wings, shouted twice more demonstratively, and then twisted his body, swaggering to the food trough to find something to eat like an ancient obese official.

The goose has a strong sense of territory, and is similar to a dog in terms of guarding the house. Hearing the geese's chirping, a gray-green head poked out from the highest tree hole room.

This is a half-orc, the descendant of orcs and other humanoid races. Whether it is humans, elves, half-lings or dwarfs, orcs are all half-orcs, which to some extent shows the strength of their bloodline. Currently, only dragon descendants can suppress the bloodline of orcs, and the descendants left behind will be half-dragons. Dwarfs... I have never heard of half-dwarfs, which also shows that their bloodlines are as tough as their tempers, like rocks.

This means that we have to mention another race: elves. The descendants of elves and humans are half-elves, but what about orcs? This is a taboo topic. Even the most gentle elves will get furious after hearing this. Zhao Mai discussed with a group of brain-opening friends and believed that the final appearance should be half-elves rather than half-elves.

It is said that orcs have always used this matter to prove that their bloodline is more noble than elves. This is the root of the feud between elves and orcs (one of them?). Orcs are also trying to invade dwarf bloodlines, so dwarfs and orcs are in harmony.

If you are more gossipy, why are other races having a good attitude towards half-elves? It’s just that the elves are not good to them? Among them... it’s good for everyone to understand. Even the “noble” race is still a time to think with the lower body.

"Teacher, you're back!" The orc screamed happily, and then jumped directly from the tree house that was nearly ten meters high. He adjusted his posture in the air, landing steadily on the ground like a strong cat.

His head is small, his neck is thick, and his body has not yet swelled. This is still an orc in his youth. He is squinted at his upper body and just has a leather skirt around his waist. While he is jumping down, the things under him swayed into Zhao Mai's sight, causing him to feel disgusted now.

"Solu." The old ranger pointed to the orc and introduced it to Zhao Mai. "This is Mike, I picked it up from the lake, and he was lost."

The orc spread his arms and hugged him. The chest muscles, biceps and other muscles exerted force together, and suddenly squeezed the air in Zhao Mai's lungs. Zhao Mai's eyes turned white and screamed "uh...uh..." from his throat.

Fortunately, Soru just hugged her and let go. He immediately turned around and flipped over the bag behind Carl, took out the boar legs and jumped happily.

Zhao Mai took a few deep breaths to adjust his breath. He just vaguely saw a trace of cunning flashing under the gray eyes of the orc, and I don't know if it was a simple joke or something else.

Carl put down his backpack, put his index and middle fingers in his mouth, and blew it hard. The Ranger's House immediately came alive, and dozens of animals of all kinds crawled out of their hiding places. Zhao Mai saw a python as thick as a bucket pushing the soil and swam quietly behind the rabbit, opening its bloody mouth.

Before he could exclaim, he saw the rabbit being thrown into the air and then being pulled aside by the python's tail. The round and gray rabbit bounced on the grass like a tennis ball and rolled out.

The python grinned, pushed east and west, and went straight to the front. Its eyes were full of gentleness and flattery, and it put its head more than a foot away from Carl's palm, like a child waiting for the praise of adults.

The old ranger did not move, but continued to wait. Soon, a bald yellow old dog walked out of the tree hole. One of its legs was a little lame, and the other eye was also blind. It has been many years since the tilted wound from the top of its head to the corner of its mouth. It is obvious that this is the cause of blindness.

Behind it was a round puppy, struggling with its short legs to keep up. The old dog looked like a golden retriever, but the puppy couldn't see its breed, a bit like Akita, and a bit like Shiba Inu. It always opened its mouth and tried to bite the only hair left on the bald tail of the old dog in front.

Solu put down the pig's legs, took two steps, picked up the puppy, and wiped the face affectionately. The old dog stretched out his big tongue to lick his lips, spitted at the python, and then put his chin in Carl's palm.

It first enjoyed the master's touch, and then satisfies his way to the sun and nap. The python hopes to enjoy a full-body massage, but after the old ranger grabbed its neck and shook it for a few rounds, he was satisfied and gave up his position "generously".

Carl pointed to the tree hole on the second floor and signaled that Zhao Mai could live there. Then he led a group of chickens, ducks, geese and rabbits to check the yard. Solu threw the puppy on the ground and followed him with a yelling voice.

The python looked at Zhao Mai with his head tilted, stretched his nose and sniffed it up and down carefully, as if he was examining where it was better to mouth it. Zhao Mai knew that the animals trained by Rangers would not hurt people easily, so he could face it calmly so that he would not be frightened to his legs. This behavior obviously made the python very satisfied. He gently wiped Zhao Mai with his body and walked away on his own.

The puppy rolled over and fell at Zhao Mai's feet. Looking at the little red tongue it spit out, Zhao Mai hugged it in his arms with pity.

The python hissed twice and looked back.
Chapter completed!