Stepping lightly on the dew-covered grassland paths, the morning mist kisses the cheeks and hair of those who get up early, bringing a bit of refreshment and coolness. This tranquility penetrates into the skin through thin clothes and penetrates into the heart.
It's like a ray of clear spring flowing gently, completely awakening the soul.
The Wonderful House disappeared out of thin air at some point, leaving only a trace of black coal to prove that Boom and his party had been there. The five figures gradually moved away. If anyone saw it, they would just think that they were travelers traveling together, not
What is enough to subvert a powerful combination of forces?
"Grandpa, they are gone. I don't know when we will see each other again." Constance stood at the door of the animal skin camp and said with some disappointment.
After getting along with each other for this period of time, she had already become friends with Rikka. Constance liked Rikka's pure heart, while Rikka was happy that the other party did not show any abnormal behavior after knowing that she was an ancient beast.
I often advise myself to be cautious.
Although Rikka has a carefree personality, she is not really a fool. Therefore, after going back and forth, a kind of friendship, pure and sincere, emerged between the two little girls.
"Then we can only hope that when we meet again next time, the other party will still be a friend of the orcs."
"Girl, if I asked you to advance to become an Oracle within thirty years, would you think that Grandpa is a bit pushy? But this is your destiny, the only thing you need to do."
The Oracle Regeni was sitting in the animal skin tent, and a large shadow completely enveloped him, making it impossible to recognize his expression at the moment.
Regeni knew clearly that Boom and his party were leaving the Hetura tribe and the golden plains of the orcs this morning, but he did not come out to see them off. This did not mean that the orcs lacked the minimum education, but that the orcs were unwilling to do so.
Faced with the pain of separation, I have no habit of saying goodbye at all.
And Regeni is not in the mood to cater to Boom and his party anymore, because the messenger he secretly sent to Sunchasing Hills had all his fingers chopped off when he came back. As for the response given by the trolls, it is tattooed on
The chest is touched, and every word exudes a strong atmosphere.
Regeni originally planned to re-establish contact with the trolls in the name of his Oracle. Even if the other party cannot return to the habitat of all beasts, both parties should at least put aside their past grudges and strive to find a place in the future turmoil.<
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But he underestimated the hatred of the trolls, and even more underestimated their current strength. Although Si Lan, the financial officer of the trolls, has not yet broken through to the realm of the great witch doctor, he is only one step away from being an astrologer. And he himself
Although he is an oracle, after using the power of life to perform countless great prophecies, he gradually seems to be somewhat powerless.
That's why he said those words to his successor and hoped that Constance could make a breakthrough as soon as possible. All this is because the strength of the troll astrologer is not inferior to his oracle, and if alone
In terms of combat power, the other party is even better.
Compared to the uncertainty of Boom and his party, Regeni is more inclined to keep the fate of the orcs in his own hands. One of the people who can influence the situation in the Golden Plains is the city of Udun, commanded by the big leader Luca.
The second is the Hetula tribe of Starlight Grassland, or the shaman psychics.
"I can only do my best, but I hope that when we meet Rikka again, we can still be friends." After Constance said that, she left the animal skin camp.
She feels that these days are like a dream. She no longer stares at the blue sky and white clouds every day, no longer leans on the big tree to appreciate the gurgling stream, and even her grandfather no longer chatters.
But a dream is a dream, and there will be a moment when you wake up. The soul-peeling blade (a one-handed magic weapon) floats in the mid-air, constantly emitting wisps of fluorescence. Constance knows that only by inheriting the title of Oracle can she succeed in the world.
Determining certain things in the future may not be able to avoid the conflict between the orcs and the five Boom people.
"Come back, let's rest here for the night." Boom skillfully raised the bonfire and shouted to Rikka. He saw the little girl riding on the head of an elephant, having a great time.
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Perseus' big bald head reflected the setting sun. He was holding a few skinned hares in his left hand and a six-flowered black robe in his right hand. Hastur was silently collecting firewood not far away, but he saw nothing.
He will put poisonous insects and poisonous weeds into glass bottles.
"I wonder if we can collect more poisons from the Goblin Tribe's Rusty Plains. If we stockpile some black poison beads in advance (the quality is equivalent to dragon crystal, and Christine can absorb it instantly), I think even if we face three of the same people at the same time,
I have the confidence to kill all the great magisters."
Christine sat on half a wooden stake, playing with the "Pregnant Spirit Urn" and saying with a smile. After careful study in the past few days, she felt that the "Pregnant Spirit Urn" was a precious gift given to her by Hasta
, and it is enough for her to rely on without fear of any peak powerhouse.
Christine even vaguely felt that if she wanted to break free from the shackles of the peak one day in the future, then the "Spirit Pregnancy Urn" in her hand would be an important part that cannot be ignored.
As night falls, Constance, the shaman soul attendant over there, is still in a state of cultivation, and deep in the Starlight Grassland, a bonfire is already crackling.
"If we follow your human standards, now that Boom has advanced to become a magician, he should be canonized as a noble by the royal family, or be favored by some big noble family and be treated as a guest."
"Boom, why don't you go back to the King of Ogu and enjoy your happiness? How about I take Rikka around the world and tell you interesting stories in the end?"
Christine put down the spoon and made a rare joke. However, after hearing this, Boom almost choked on a piece of roasted lamb kidney. After drinking most of the glass of ale, he recovered.
"Uh... Dear Grand Mage, I, a little mage, have no interest in becoming a noble, nor do I want to participate in any imperial meeting."
"I'm just a vulgar person, but I can't get used to those exquisite foods. I still find it more comfortable to sit in front of a campfire. Besides, if I really get close to those nobles, their property will probably suffer heavy losses."
Boom shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that Christine was in such a good mood today and actually made a joke about himself. But he also understood that although Christine was a very polite person, she was just like him at heart, even more so.
I like this kind of unrestrained life.
The five of them were talking and laughing in the moonlight. Boom and Hastur were squatting in front of the bonfire. One was carefully instructing the barbecue techniques, and the other was nodding. Rikka was carrying the bamboo pole and planned to go fishing at night. Naturally, Perseus followed him every step of the way.
Later, Christine was not interested in learning any techniques for grilling sausages, so she turned into Rikka's bodyguard.
The red light of the bonfire here illuminates the faces of Boom and Hastur, and along with the scorching smell of roasted sausages, adds a bit of fireworks to the originally peaceful Starlight Prairie.
Over there in a certain animal skin camp of the Hetula tribe, Constance finally finished her whole day of practice. She saw fluorescent lights flashing in the eyes of this fox tribe shaman soul servant, and seventy-eight pictures with different patterns.
The cards were floating in mid-air, but she couldn't draw any of them, and those cards didn't respond.
Constance sighed, then rolled her eyes and took out a small cloth bag from the storage bag. The aroma of the "Secret Dried Insects" is rich and unique. Anyone who takes a bite cannot stop destroying them all.