The next morning, Rikka left the Wonder House early and ran quickly towards the unknown hill. She was worried about the White Wolf King's injury, and she was even more worried about the two beast herds starting to fight again.
Women's intuition is a very strange thing. Sometimes it is completely different from the reality, and sometimes it is exactly the same. Rikka's worries came true, blood dyed the iron birch forest red, and the corpses of the beasts were already cold.
Yesterday, due to Rikka's presence, the two groups did not fight. But after he left, the white wolves and the gray leopards fought all night long.
The beast's thinking is simple and clear. If the opponent kills his king, then as a member of the species, he will naturally bite the opponent's neck.
The weak White Wolf King paralyzed outside the cave entrance. Although he still had a breath, he had completely lost his fighting ability. Even though the gray leopards were not as strong as their opponents individually, they were better in numbers.
Rikka stood blankly in the middle of the open space, neither taking action to kill the gray leopards nor offering any words of advice. She frowned and gently stuffed another pill into the White Wolf King's mouth.
These are the only few pills she has, and they are the greatest help she can provide. The three little guys put their heads on the back of their hands, as if they planned to let them heal their companions around them.
"No, the remaining pills are for my brother, so don't think about it."
"I'm just wondering. There are so many wild beasts in the Hansand Wasteland, enough for you to survive Black Rain Moon. Why do you have to keep fighting?"
"Brother once said that fighting without reward is meaningless. You deserve to be beasts for the rest of your life. You don't even understand such a simple truth."
Although Rikka said this, the movements of his hands never stopped. These corpses cannot be wasted. The fur naturally belongs to Rikka, and the meat is cut into pieces by it.
Perhaps the biggest difference between beasts and higher creatures is that the former don't mind cannibalism, while the latter are always extremely resistant to it.
The origin of Hansha Wasteland is evident in its name. It is famous for its lack of supplies, so not only did Rikka fail to find any healing herbs, he did not even see any grass.
In desperation, she had no choice but to use spring water to cleanse the beasts that still had a breath, hoping that they would recover on their own. Whether it was a pack of white wolves or a pack of gray leopards.
The conversation was divided into two parts. After having breakfast, Boom did not start practicing immediately. Rikka's abnormal behavior became more and more frequent in the past few days, and Boom decided to look for it.
Although he was not worried about the safety of the other party, he did not want to cause trouble or even expose the whereabouts of the two of them. While putting away the Wonder House, Boom prayed that Rikka would not rob and kill the mercenary group.
Wandering around aimlessly, Boom finally arrived at Firefly Lake at noon. Compared to the barrenness of the cold sand wasteland, this place seemed like another world.
But perhaps because of the approaching Black Rain Moon, the shores of Yinghuo Lake also look a little barren. Large areas of soil have been exposed from the originally dense grassland, and the wildflowers that adorned it have long since disappeared.
Boom took out the food from the storage bag, which Rikka had prepared for him, including squirrel soup, baked bacon, and even a snake sandwich that he tried to make for the first time.
While eating, Boom looked at the Firefly Lake quietly. He liked this quiet atmosphere and enjoyed the rare private time.
However, a moment later, Boom didn't know what he was thinking. After confirming that no one was around, he took out the black wooden staff. As the fluorescence flashed, the magic pattern petals of the healing circle appeared out of thin air.
After five minutes of casting, a smile appeared on Boom's lips. At this time, in front of him, there were green grass and wild flowers.
The principle of the healing circle is to activate the flesh and blood in the target's body through space magic, thereby achieving rapid treatment effects.
This is recorded in the parchment scrolls: Everything in the world will be injured and will heal on its own. The long process is the culprit of death.
The healing circle shortens this self-healing time. Theoretically, as long as the subject still has a breath, he can be cured.
There are two possibilities for failure. One is that the subject has completely lost signs of life, and the other is that the caster's own magic level is insufficient.
While recalling the description of the healing circle in the parchment, Boom reached out and picked a wild flower. Cultivation is not just behind closed doors, but also a kind of personal realization.
However, Boom also has his own doubts. Humans, aliens, and even beasts can understand it. But why are plants also affected by the healing circle?
"Could it be said that plants are also alive? Hey, it would be great if Christine were here now. I believe that as the Dark Elf Archmage, the other party will be able to answer these questions."
"The more I study in depth, the more I admire those wandering mages. I don't know how others reach higher levels. Maybe they are all geniuses."
Boom smiled bitterly, and then sighed softly. "Trying" is the best trait of a magician, but for Boom, it is the only way to answer doubts.
Boom's idea is very simple, that is, to put into practice any possibility he thinks of, and to seek the true meaning through countless failures and lessons.
Although this method is extremely time-consuming, it is also a perfect solution. This is true for attack arrays, defense arrays, and treatment arrays.
Cut off earthworms with nails, stomped a mouse half to death, the rocks were covered with blood, and the unlucky river fish struggled with its mouth wide open.
The black wooden staff continued to spurt out magic power, and the petal magic patterns of the healing circle continued to loom in mid-air. Time passed by, and finally Boom looked at the blue sky with satisfaction.
"The training of the healing circle should be almost done. The only thing left is to work hard to become proficient and to speed up the speed and accuracy."
"By the way, where did Rikka go? If you had to choose between Firefly Lake and Hansha Wasteland, the probability here should be higher."
"Did the little girl hide and practice the 'Flower of Peeling'? No! This is absolutely impossible! With her character, she is too lazy to practice."
Boom thought of this and stood up slowly. He looked in the direction of the cold sand wasteland, but the black wooden staff once again emitted magical fluorescence.
"The skull of a salamander is broken, the bones of a starfish are broken, the dried blood is stagnant, the music of life resounds through hell, in my name, the healing circle!"
In the end, Boom strengthened the effect of the healing circle through ventriloquism. Two mantra chants sounded at the same time, and two huge white magic pattern petals intertwined and overlapped.
Three minutes later, he stopped casting spells and walked towards the cold sand wasteland. Behind him, the Firefly Lake became calm again, with gusts of cold wind and rippling blue waves.
However, after the increase in ventriloquism casting, the healing array actually showed an extremely amazing effect. An oasis with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared out of thin air, making the Firefly Lake glow with infinite vitality again.
Boom has completely completed the research on the healing circle today, which also indicates that it will officially launch an attack on high-level magicians. As for those doubts that are not yet understood, they can only be put aside for the time being.
He only has one idea now, and that is to find Rikka as soon as possible. There should be no secrets between relatives, let alone make each other worry for no reason.