A luxurious carriage left under the gaze of everyone. Woody sat on the shaft of the carriage with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, while the invisible magic servant was waving the reins and driving the horse towards the Golden Galaxy.
downstream, that is, in the direction of the Great Rift Valley.
Cecil was quietly reading books inside, and occasionally looked up at Woody sitting on the shaft of the carriage. Seeing that he still looked lazy, he didn't say much, but let the magic servant who was always in the carriage
He was given fresh fruit to relieve the boredom of the long journey.
Occasionally, Woody would chat with the people in the carriage. Naturally, he would sit outside the carriage waiting for the old man. Although he knew that he would not break the appointment, he could still show his correct attitude by coming out to greet him anyway.
.
The bronze dragon Donnie was not in high spirits, perhaps because Tesia stayed behind, but Woody didn't care. He and Cecil were quite happy chatting about the follow-up information about the dimensional fog.
At least that was the case for Cecil. She found that she could not understand the man in front of her more and more, because in her memory, she had never met anyone of the same age who was even more knowledgeable than her. Take the dimensional mist just now as an example.
, Woody could clearly give more than five examples of Mystery Locks to prove the necessary connection between Mists, Mystery Locks, and demiplanes, and she only knew from the library that one of the common possibilities of Mystery Locks was Dimensional Fog.
For one thing, she actually didn’t know why.
"The story about you is very exciting. It seems that Arsenland can't create a person like you?"
Although it was a question, Cecil's words were already full of promise. After all, as a disciple of the chief legendary mage of the Thousand Pagoda Society, she could freely enter and exit most libraries. In terms of erudite knowledge, it is not said that she has a thorough understanding of ancient and modern times, but she has been influenced by her ears and eyes.
She could tell everything she could do, but today her frustration was extremely heavy, and the root cause was the black-haired young man in front of her who was even younger than her.
From plane knowledge to the origin of spells, from monster illustrations to diverse ecology, everything she can talk about always has a new angle or knowledge she doesn't know in Woody's mouth, just like... a...
Walking library.
Obviously, the attraction of Woody is like a cat encountering catnip for Cecil, a spell caster. The positive feedback that chatting brings to her is something that most people cannot achieve. The last one gave her
The person who feels this deeply is her teacher, Queen of Winter Lani.
But it’s almost the same for a senior player. After all, the career of an adventurer is indeed more colorful than that of an aboriginal mage. There are deep and dark dungeons, strange underground caves, and sanctuaries surrounded by winds. Thousands of years ago,
Ancient ruins... If you can step on everything you can, try everything you can try, this is an adventurer.
Naturally, Woody didn't know that he was already on the same level as her teacher in Cecil's mind to a certain extent, but he wouldn't care if he knew.
At this time, when he heard Cecil's words, what appeared on his face was more indifference. He was not angry because of Cecil's vague doubts, but just replied calmly.
"You have not had a deep understanding of this world. You always like to look at problems from the perspective of a spell caster. Many common sense things are often ignored by you. Just like the information I just mentioned, one piece comes from the most recent
From what an ordinary hunter would say, in normal times, would you care about these things? Or should you say pay attention to these things?"
Woody's answer seemed to be critical, but in fact it contained an analysis of the phenomenon behind it. After hearing this, Cecil felt as if he had been given a slap in the face. He was speechless for a moment. The air suddenly became dull, and there was only the wheel crushing him.
The crunching sound of pressed stones.
Woody knew she was thinking, so he didn't interrupt her and continued to watch the scenery around the car.
The outline of the houses in Huangshi Town had turned into a black dot, and even the rolling hills and mountains behind them had turned into palm-sized wavy lines on the horizon. It had been about an hour since they left Huangshi Town.
Why haven't you arrived yet?
Woody frowned slightly when he thought of Caverman. During this trip to the Jingsong Forest, he has two goals that he must achieve. One is to at least control the fog and everyone can escape, and the other is to use the ascension
Ritual, to allow one's soul to leap forward to a certain extent, and to prepare for the specialization of body training, and these are inseparable from that man. After all, he did not bring Thesia with him, but now he has to rely on him.
Come and communicate with the divine servant who should still be alive and solve the first difficulty.
But Woody didn't worry too much, because the [Eye of Crows] seal that lit up on his left hand gave him the vision of a crow, and he could see an overlooking perspective that was invisible to the naked eye. Two streaks of smoke came one behind the other.
In this valley with rugged rocks and scarce greenery, Woody naturally recognized that the one with smaller smoke and dust was the magic carriage they were riding in, and the larger one with larger smoke and dust. As the crow approached, the appearance of the creature also changed.
Appears in Woody's shared vision.
This is a well-proportioned, weird-looking reptilian creature with a tan body and a body length of about 7 meters. It almost blends into the ground environment, not to mention the bone spurs standing up like a megalodon on its back.
, what is even more eye-catching are the eight thick legs under the monster's scaly abdomen, and the slender giant tail that is half the body length is swaying, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and the boiling smoke.
It is a masterpiece produced by the accelerated operation of its legs and tail.
Woody, who has senior adventure experience, naturally recognized that this was a basilisk living in the mining area. After all, the characteristic of basilisk is that it likes to hide itself in the surrounding environment and enter a state of coordination, so you can see it in the forest.
The basilisk will be light green, but when you get to the desert, you will find that the color of its body is the same as yellow sand. This is like a chameleon's ability, and the caster has successfully integrated into the body of this magical creature.
At this time, on the back of the galloping basilisk, in the jungle of thorns, there was a saddle that could accommodate one person. The blacksmith Caverman, who had just said that he immediately caught up, was sitting on it, looking into the distance.
Woody looked at his animal companion in surprise. Although he knew that Caverman had a basilisk as his animal companion, judging from his performance just now, this animal obviously weighed more than five tons and walked on the ground.
On land, it looks like a heavy truck monster that is rampaging around like a king. It is obviously beyond the normal scope of animal companions.
It doesn't even try to dodge an ordinary stone, it just smashes it into pieces. It's very likely that its strength has reached 25 points, and its constitution has reached 20 points. Judging from the challenge level, this basilisk is estimated to be higher than Caverman.
It must be higher, at least 8 or above, and a terrifying monster with a creature level of 13 or above. It is much more difficult for rangers to cultivate such monsters than druids, and they don't know how they can be cultivated to be so big.
But not to mention Woody's murmurings, even Kaferman, who was sitting on the back of the basilisk, was full of doubts. He remembered that before he chose to retire to Yellowstone Town, his animal companion was not so big, and it was estimated that it was only two-quarters of the size.
As soon as he arrived, he had grown so big in just a few years.
But whether it is Woody or Carverman, they know in their hearts that there is something more important than this, so no matter how big the changes in the basilisk are, they will still pursue the goal set from the beginning unchanged and firmly.
Target.
And having said that, Woody doesn't care about this. After all, the stronger Caverman's basilisk is, the smoother his next trip to the Lost Temple will be.
With the human shield, the fault tolerance rate will naturally be effectively improved.
The basilisk was very fast, and Woody asked the invisible servant to deliberately slow down the car. Soon he and Caverman met again, but this time, looking at the giant basilisk, which was about the same size as a luxury carriage, he was so imposing.
He still couldn't help but lose for a while, but Kaferman didn't look arrogant at all. He got off the lizard and jumped onto Woody's carriage. He didn't know what method he used. As the basilisk dug slightly into the ground, it was still there just now.
The huge thing that blocked most of the sunlight completely disappeared without a trace.
"Welcome to join us! Mr. Kafferman."
Woody naturally stood up to greet him and opened his hands, which was a sign of intimacy. However, he respected people who could stick to love for decades, not to mention that he still wanted to some extent.
to him.
"Mr. Caverman is here? Come in and sit down!"
Cecil, who was leaving the carriage, also took the initiative to poke her head out. As the owner of the magic carriage, even if she was studying seriously, she could still receive information from the outside world in a timely manner through various magic means.
Therefore, facing this old ranger who is stronger than everyone else in the caravan, he still feels a bit of respect. The Northland is the best place to promote the virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young.
The tribes there have a proverb, "Every old man is a rare treasure." And Caverman is worth it regardless of his age or experience, and the older professionals who can survive are already better than Aaron Randt.
More than 80% of people are much stronger.
When Kafferman came in, he did not go as Woody and Cecil expected. Entering this spacious and comfortable carriage covered with soft furs and carpets made of woolen materials, Kafferman did not show any common signs.
Reticent and embarrassed, he dragged a chair very skillfully, leaned on it very easily, and said with a grin.
"Your caster's carriage is more comfortable. Sitting on Modi's back, I almost fainted from the shaking. Tsk, that's the bad thing."
Kafferman's desire to talk is stronger than they imagined, but this is exactly what Woody meant. After all, the journey is long, and there must be some way to pass the boring time. Chatting and story telling are both good choices.
However, the chat could not last too long. After chatting in the carriage for a while, he offered to sit outside. It was said that he had to adjust the bow string and test fire. Cecil did not refuse, but Woody was curious.
I followed him out. After all, it was a very rare thing to watch a hunting king prepare for battle with my own eyes.
The King of Hunting is an advanced profession for rangers. As heirs to the way of hunting, they are more proficient in hunting all kinds of monsters than demon hunters, from creatures as small as goblins that look like weeds to those that can soar into the sky.
Mythological dragons all have their own special skills.
The high-level upgrade of the ranger's professional specialty [Enemy] [Hunting Heart] is a specialty that only the King of Hunting and the Natural Bow can master. [Hunting Heart] is somewhat similar to Woody's Demon Hunting Heart to a certain extent.
Similar, but different from the latter which focuses on physical changes, the King of Hunting puts more emphasis on weapon preparation. He also has another name, called Weapon Master. He is not the kind of weapon master who can master all weapons, but
He is a weapons master who specializes in one craft.
It is said that their profession also has an ancient ritual of spirit hunting oath with the demon hunter, which can communicate with nature before hunting. If it can be recognized by nature, then the hunter who takes the initiative can obtain temporary bonuses and improve various attributes.
value, and can even attach unique enchantment effects to arrows and other front-end weapons, such as bleeding, poison, paralysis, armor piercing...
They also have their own unique methods when it comes to debugging weapons.
Woody, who was sitting on the shaft of the car, felt quite comfortable as he watched Kafferman maintain and manage the weapons smoothly. After all, good maintenance and enchanting are like a wonderful song and dance performance, which makes people happy both physically and mentally.
"Learn to succeed."
"You observed the weapons of a senior ranger...you obtained his guidance..."
"Enchanting +2, Knowledge +1"
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I don’t know how long it took, about three hours after leaving Huangshi Town, the sun was high in the sky, but the November sun only brought warmth, not heat, and the scenery in front of me finally changed, and it was no longer the same as the whole road.
The rocky beaches and sparse weeds, no matter how majestic the huge cliffs on both sides are, will still cause serious aesthetic fatigue after long-term viewing, not to mention that these landscapes can only be called amazing.
rather than beauty.
However, the next environment made Woody understand that the real green was left here for people to appreciate. He also understood why River Valley City chose to build a city on the other side of this big gap, because it was just downhill and crossed
In the mountain col, what you can see is the vast green like a grassland, which is spread in the middle of a huge crack in the earth.
The Great Rift Valley has arrived.
It is completely different from the imaginary image of yellow sand accumulation, strange-shaped solitary rocks, bare cliffs, and still weathered sand rushing to the end with the wind.
Instead, there is a beautiful pastoral painting composed entirely of forests, plains, and valleys.
In the distance, you can still vaguely see the divided cultivated fields sparsely distributed in a certain part of the plain at the top of the rift valley. At this time, the sky above is even clearer, and the wind coming from the depths of the Great Rift Valley also seems more refreshing.
and thorough.
Riverdale City is in sight.
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