Chapter 1085 The Torrent in the Shadow (2 More Updates for Monthly Pass)

"Gretel, look at that shrub over there. The main stem is segmented one by one. We call it the Green Nine Segments, also known as the Vine of the Soul. Pick the leaves and make them. It can be used to enhance the spread of spiritual power!"

"Grete, don't touch that frog! Remember, this kind of frog is very small, only as big as a knuckle, and very brightly colored, golden, bright red, and blue. It is very poisonous and will kill you if it bleeds. !”

"Gretel, come find the camping site! - Don't always think about opening a mage's hut. You are a servant of nature, communicate with nature, and ask where is suitable for camping!"

Grete pulled at the bush and followed dejectedly. His special elf training is not over yet, or in other words, Ash Moonsong is working harder and harder, trying to instill all the knowledge into him:

Why should I learn this!

I am a mage! If you need to camp, I can just open a mage cabin!

If that doesn't work, I can use magic rope to crawl in and deal with it all night long!

But there is no way. Firstly, Ashe Yuege is pressed hard; secondly, there are many arts to overcome; learning a skill will eventually be useful; thirdly...

Gretel also knew that Sister Yuege took him there to treat Ms. Jasmine's father this time, and she was using her own reputation to guarantee it.

When the time comes, I bring a half-elf cub in his early twenties. He doesn’t recognize the flowers, trees, or snakes, beasts, insects, or ants. He doesn’t even know how to find a campsite...

At that time, all doubts will be directed at Sister Yue Ge!

Forget it, study hard!

"...It's best to camp near the water...the water...the high ground next to the water..."

Grete searched hard and tried to find a camping site based on the bits and pieces he heard in his previous life and some camping experiences told by Bernard and Mr. Valencimo in this life. After searching for a long time, he actually found one for him:

"Sister Yue Ge! Look! It's nice here!"

"It doesn't work here." Ai Xi Yue Ge glanced at it and shook his head:

"Look at this watermark. When the water rises, it will reach the camp. Do you want to float while you're asleep?"

"Well……"

Gretel was dejected and continued to move forward. The sky was getting darker and darker. Seeing that everyone could not find the campsite, Sister Yue Ge really dared to let him sleep outside.

As a last resort, he transformed into a bear and ran forward. After a while, he shouted again:

"Sister Yue Ge! Look here! The terrain is high and the water cannot rise!"

Ashe Yuege heard the sound and followed. After only a small turn, his choice was rejected:

"Come, look at these hoof prints, this is from a wild boar, this is from a capybara... They will come to the river to drink water, they will come, and the leopards will come here to hunt. You don't want to sleep until midnight and get bitten Hold your neck and sleep here!"

"No, sister Yue Ge!" Gretel burst into tears:

"Do I still have to carry a bunch of paw prints and hoof prints... I am a magician, not a hunter!"

"Boss, let me carry it for you!" The barbarian stepped forward diligently. Ashe Yuesong glared at him fiercely, causing the two-meter-tall barbarian to shrink back and turned to Gretel with a stern face:

"Where is your spiritual power? Where is your natural affinity? Ask! Ask the plants around you, where will the water rise, what animals come to drink the water, are there mosquitoes, are there poisonous insects...ask!"

Gretel: "...T_T"

Fortunately, this was done through mental communication. If he had asked, Sister Yue Ge might have wanted to scold him, "What's that growing under your nose?"

After going back and forth three times, I finally found a place to live. Before Grete could clear the ground, Ash Yuesong took out a handful of seeds and gently held them up:

The seeds germinate, sprout branches, and grow long vines. One to the left, one to the right, wrapped around the trunks of two tall trees. Immediately afterwards, countless thin vines sprouted from the two tree trunks, entangled themselves, and intertwined into a network.

"did you see?"

Ashe Yuesong raised her eyebrows at Gretel:

"In the forest, sleeping in this kind of hammock is more convenient than sleeping in your mage's hut. If any monsters pass by, drinking water or hunting, just walk directly underneath without disturbing each other."

Isn't it?

What's wrong with the mage's hut?

Just when Grete was about to argue, Sissoyen had already squeezed forward, looked at the rope net, and smiled happily. Then, he looked back and nodded to Gretel:

"She's right. A mage's hut stands on the ground. If you encounter a bad-tempered monster, you can smash it to pieces or knock it down. It's better to live in a hammock and be quiet for a night."

"Well……"

Gretel thought about it, and it was indeed the truth. But if it falls on him, he still has to live in the mage's cabin:

"It doesn't matter, I'll change the spell model. Let the mage's hut be integrated with nature, and it will never be damaged by wild beasts!"

However, it would be impossible to squeeze everyone into such a mage's cabin. Apa himself occupies half of the area, and Cerela must also have a room to himself. As for Bernard, is he laying the floor in Grete's room?

"It's okay, I'll try the hammock too." Ms. Jasmine leaned forward enthusiastically and pinched a few vines between her fingers, getting one for herself and another for her husband. Sissoyan shrugged:

"I don't want to sleep on that thing, it's too cold."

A vine also appeared on his fingertips, split into two, two into four, and four into eight, and plunged into the soil with countless strands. Countless vines dug wildly, digging a pit on the ground.

Sissoyen dug in, and the soil collapsed, covering him tightly. Gretel was stunned:

"this……"

"Hey, little guy, you don't understand this." The middle-aged elf was lying comfortably in the soil, with only his head exposed above the soil hole, and winked at Gretel:

"The soil here is very hot from the sun during the day, but it's very comfortable to lie in it at night. Oh my, my old waist and my knees, it's just a good time to cover them at night..."

alright, you win. Grete shrugged, turned and walked back to his apartment. As soon as I turned around, I heard Sissoyan shouting:

"Hey, that kid! The hammock needs to be tilted to sleep. If you sleep like this, you will fall off!"

Huh?

Who are you calling?

Gretel turned his head curiously. I saw Mr. Hawthorne twisting in the tree on the side, trying to twist himself from lying upright to lying down horizontally. Not far away, Ms. Jasmine raised her head and looked at her husband funny:

"Shall I get another vine and tie you to the hammock?"

"No! No need!" The tall mercenary shook his head vigorously. Obviously, he is very shameless, especially in front of his wife:

"I can just sleep by myself!"

Ms. Jasmine looked at her husband with a smile and lay back on the bed. A group of people sleep in the mage's hut, some sleep in the mage's hut, some sleep in the hammock, and some sleep in the earth pit. Not long after, the entire campsite gradually became quiet.

Grete continued to conduct experiments, observe corpse tissues, memorize spell models, and worked hard until it was completely dark before slowly falling asleep. As if he had just closed his eyes, a scream suddenly sounded in the camp:

"ah--"

Gretel suddenly jumped out of the mage's hut. Whispering, three or five balls of light have risen in the camp, and Mr. Hawthorne is seen standing on the ground, raising his hands, waving his arms, stamping his feet, spinning in circles, and jumping all over the ground.

While dancing, he slapped his whole body randomly, pulled his clothes, pants, and kicked his shoes...

The posture was so strange that Grete had only seen it when spellcasters in the wilderness and priests from various tribes in the northern New World performed sacrificial dances. No, strictly speaking, it is stranger than those spell casters...

At least they don’t pull off their clothes when dancing!

"Enemy attack!"

cried Gretel. With his hands flying, a series of defensive spells were cast on him. Just after finishing three spells, I heard Ashe Yuege say angrily:

"What enemy attack! Get out of the way!"

"ah?!"

Gretel was stunned. Ashe Yuesong had jumped down easily, stretched out the vines in her hands, and pulled Mr. Hawthorne to the side. Raising his other hand, the light ball in the camp shone brightly:

"Look, look, what's on the ground!"

Grete leaned over and looked, only to find a dense black torrent on the ground, rushing forward. Looking more closely, this torrent is actually composed of countless huge ants:

"What a big ant!"

Gretel exclaimed. Each ant was longer than the first section of his little finger, and the clicking, clicking, clicking of its powerful jaws was eerie. Surge across the ground, past the place where Mr. Hawthorne was standing before, and rush to the wizard's hut before his eyes!

Without even thinking about it, Grete threw a universal spell to prevent insects, ants, snakes and rats in front of the hut. Unexpectedly, this simple trick seemed to anger the army ants:

The black torrent paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up. The head is on top of the tail, and the tail is on top of the head, forming an ant bridge several meters high, covering the head and face, and falling towards the mage's hut:

"Bernard! Appa! Cerela! Let's move!"

Gretel didn't want to challenge a million ant colonies. He quickly threw out the spell and opened the force field barrier as much as possible, causing the army ants to pause for a moment. Immediately afterwards, a mage hut was thrown next to it, and he quickly called for people.

withdraw!

Make way for this thing!

Serira, Bernard and Appa filed out and stood on the side with a smile, watching Ash Moonsong condense a small fireball, one by one, to burn the ants hanging on Mr. Hawthorne's body.

Feeling the heat of the flames, the ants opened their mouths and fell down obediently. As for the ants that had bitten them, they were slapped away by Mr. Hawthorne, but the powerful upper and lower jaws were still embedded in his body...

"Forget it, I'll do it." Grete had no choice but to step forward, raised his hand, and the cleaning technique swept over Mr. Hawthorne's body. The tall mercenary let out a long sigh and relaxed, but still had lingering fears:

"I rolled down when I fell asleep... I was too sleepy. I was comfortable sleeping on the ground, and I didn't want to climb up to sleep again..."

Then I was crawled all over by army ants... It was really unlucky and funny...

Gretel shook his head, sighing and wanting to laugh. Beside her, Ai Xi Yuege crushed an ant between her fingertips and stared at the vast ant colony, her expression becoming more and more serious:

"They are also contaminated...when, even they are contaminated..."

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