The battle between Boom and Alejandro ended without any suspense with Boom's complete defeat. After Rokka waited for hunting the last adult wild boar, he no longer went to the wild boar jungle. As for Christine
, after seeing the female contract beast becoming more and more bloated, he ordered it not to swallow any poison in the Muya Mountains.
As a result, life became slower and slower. It was so slow that Rikka was still huddled in a bearskin blanket at three o'clock every day. It was so slow that Christine and the female contract beast were so bored that one squeezed flying insects out of the body, and the other immediately
Crush them all to pieces.
However, after fighting with Alejandro again, Boom also became more and more aware of his own shortcomings. Magic power is one aspect, but the most important thing is the skill of magic movement. If it is more demanding, Boom should
Will choose those harder stones.
The three of them lived a peaceful life in the ogre tundra. Boom practiced as usual every day, and when he was resting, he read the books given by Christine, constantly narrowing the gap between himself and the orthodox magicians. Those things that everyone in the world knew
Boom is unwilling to be speechless because of this, let alone put himself in danger because of it.
Basics, basics, basics. Regardless of Christine or Alejandro, the two great magisters believe that the theoretical foundation is the most critical thing, and it is the blind spot that Boom is most lacking today. This kind of thing
According to what Alessandro said, it is the Temple of Gaia on the Golden Plain. Although it is majestic and majestic in the eyes of the world, it is actually made of rocks.
These rock blocks all seem to be the same, and they always have a thin sense of existence. But if there is a problem with any one, or it seems out of place, the Gaia Temple will not still stand today, let alone witness the rise of the orcs and the trolls
The departure of the tribe and the ogre tribe.
The black wooden staff floats in mid-air all day long, but during this time, it is not assisting Boom in his practice, but maintaining the fluctuations of magic power around him.
Although Boom was nestled in the room as usual, he no longer looked at the parchment that recorded space spells. Instead, he settled down, thinking about what magic was, and pondering the simplest questions.
In this state, Boom's bulimia was almost completely cured. He had not eaten meat soup for a week. For the three meals, Boom let Rikka decide and ate whatever he made.
Furthermore, perhaps because of the leisurely life of the ogre tribe, Boom's madness did not occur during this period. Feeling his heartbeat every day and looking at the innocent smiling faces, Boom
I feel that this kind of life is just like a dream, it is the day that I have been looking for but never found.
Looking through the glass window, a large shadow was printed on the surface of the curtain. The aphids crawled slowly in the flower pot, as if they were doing an after-dinner exercise. The unique aroma of the wood evaporated because of this, and they were always lingering in the air.
It got into Boom's nasal cavity.
The quilt exudes a smell that can't be called a fragrance, but it is calming. The tattered black robe has been cleaned long ago, but its final fate was to be replaced by the new clothes in Rikka's hands.
The magic power surges with the wave of the hand, and the magic power is like a moth in Boom's heart, knowing all the master's thoughts. Under this situation, the magic power in Boom's body is expanding day by day, and there are faint signs of breaking out of the ground.
Calm down, getting rid of distracting thoughts, and not being disturbed by the outside world. However, Boom only smiled at his own growth. He had no intention of starting a breakthrough, nor any more unrealistic thoughts. With a solid foundation, this is what Boom is today.
The most urgent thing is to determine the destination he will reach in the future.
However, Rikka seemed very bored during this period. She would either enter the dimensional space to check the blood egg, or sleep soundly inside it until dawn.
But it was this unintentional act that caused the blood egg to grow rapidly, and now it can simply respond to Rikka's questions, or roll around the ancient tree.
Temporarily sealing up his murderous heart, an innocent smile hung on his face. Rikka was fooling around with the ogre children all day long, protecting each other like a big sister.
They dug out bird eggs, touched river fish, hunted hares, and picked fruits and vegetables. The broth in the iron pot kept boiling, and countless precious spices were put into it. More and more ogre children were surrounding them, all with expectant looks on their faces.
Looking at the horizon, I just hope that the sunset will set earlier, and I just hope that I can eat more food.
The ogre woman roasted the sweet potatoes until they were tender inside, and the sweet taste made Rikka's index fingers twitch. Although they were no more than wild animals, Rikka was very happy to eat them because she tasted a real sense of friendship.
If she had a choice, Rikka would naturally not become what she is now. No matter what happened in her previous life, Rikka is just a little girl now. She hopes to smile at the morning sun more carefree, and even more hopes to play with her brother when the moon is on the branches. p>
The beautiful scroll cannot be complete after all, and the so-called missing corner is Christine and her female insect contract beast. Because during this period of time, the two did not get too close to the ogre tribe, nor did they have any contact with each other.
No matter what special move, even if Boom and Rikka are busy with their own affairs, this master and servant will be as silent as a rock statue.
Leaning against a big tree, she shrinks her body in the shadows all day long. Christine's bright red pupils are like a pool of blood, which contains endless sadness. The female contract beast always accompanies its master.
Next to them, they were either sleeping soundly or releasing flying insects to patrol the entire ogre tribe.
"Is this the so-called 'journey'? Is this the life I want?" Christine smiled and looked at Rikka, who was playing around with an ogre child.
"But this is fine. This is a life of flesh and blood, and it is the life I choose." Christine recovered her mind and turned to watch a figure slowly approaching.
"Alejandro, if I were you, I would either have already invaded the City of Halberds to fight for the interests of the tribe. Or I would return to the orc continent and return to the habitat of all beasts, so as to change the tribe's embarrassing status quo."<
/p>
Christine patted the female insect contract beast and ordered it to stop making those warning sounds. She was not Boom, so naturally she would not make any irresistible decisions. She was not Rikka either, and she could not act based on her own preferences.
Not caring about the consequences will be cruel.
"Although I am a great magister, I can look at the entire ogre tribe, but I have no help. Maybe one day I will walk out of the tundra, but it will have to wait until we are completely disillusioned with the troll tribe, until we can give up.
The oath of our ancestors."
Alejandro sat under the shade of a tree and replied helplessly. Compared to Boom and Rikka, he paid more attention to the mixed elf in front of him, because Christine was the most normal, and even more so was Alejandro.
The appearance of a strong foreigner in Luo’s impression.
"Then let's do it. If there is a chance one day, I hope you can make the right decision and not waste the staff made of the bones of ancient ferocious beasts." Christine nodded with a smile and then glanced away.
Take a look at the wooden stick in the opponent's hand.
Alessandro's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this, because this was his biggest secret, and it was also the last hope of the ogres. He stared at Christine silently, and finally paused the wooden stick in his hand and made a sound
Roar.
This roar made all the ogres stop their actions, woke up Boom from meditation, and made Rikka very dissatisfied. The white clouds in the sky disappeared one after another, and the blue sky became darker, just like the rough fate of the ogre tribe.<