Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Zhao Mai quickly unloaded his baggage and checked the situation of his companions. Everyone slept soundly, including the food reserves, and snored lightly. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with them. But Zhao Mai pushed them and none of them regained consciousness. Even when he was cruel, he gave butcher a bit, the strong man just waved his hand, made a move to repel mosquitoes, turned over and continued to sleep.

　　 No one is being treated, but his wound has stopped bleeding by itself, and he is all right.

　　 "Hey, there is another one who is not asleep." The mangrove suddenly spoke, and then an old man with the color of bark walked out. His arms are like branches, his body is like a tree trunk, and his hair is like matted thatch. A few small flowers bloomed above his head, and even if it is winter now, these flowers seem to welcome spring. As for the old man's face, it was covered with bark-like furrows, mushrooms grew on the eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were covered with moss. Only his eyes were watery, reflecting bright light.

　　 "What have you done to my friends, please wake them up as soon as possible!"

　　 "It turned out to be a little druid, the natural force on your body is really good, no wonder you woke up without sleeping." The old man squatted down and sat on the horizontal tree roots, rubbing his **** over. After moving for a while, he gasped for a while, looking old and weak. "Come on, let me take a good look at you."

　　 Zhao Mai didn't dare to take it lightly, the giant tooth beast was already in his grasp, and his finger was lightly on the trigger. He carefully probed the changes in the natural force around him, for fear of any abnormalities; he raised his ears and opened his eyes at the same time. All druids have their own animal companions, and they will pounce on them when they are uncertain.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m Wordsworth, so I don’t lie. Your friends will get a good night’s sleep. It will take about three days. When you wake up, your body will recover. At your best, the hidden injuries you receive in the swamp will be healed. You don’t need to worry. You are also a druid, you should always know that the force of nature does no harm to your body, right?"

　　 "The force of nature also includes lightning, plague, and storm. How can there be no harm?"

　　 "That needs a process of transformation." The old man gasped for breath, and simply sat down and stopped moving. "Okay, let's talk about it, you have traveled all the way here, what's the matter?"

"I want to continue my druid study, and I will be promoted from an apprentice to a formal druid. The paladin asked you about other things, probably related to the Ramashtu monster in the north, but I don't know exactly what it is. "

　　 The old man looked at the Paladin, and he could easily recognize Harul. He shook his head, and said to Zhao Mai: "What are the knights of Iomede looking for? Do you want me to be their veterinarian or gardener? Forget it, anyway, I'm not interested, just let them fall asleep. You are really interesting to me. Why don't you go north to Infinite Walker, but go south to find me, a bad old man?"

　　 Druids always have complete control over the environment in which they live, so it is not surprising to know that Zhao Mai came from the south. In studying this matter, Zhao Mai didn’t need to deceive him, so he said: “I was originally from the Infernal Walker community. Now the traffic is cut off by the evil monster in Ramashtu. I can’t go back. I heard that later. There is an archdruid here who came here with the hope of studying."

"Tsk tusk tusk, there is such a stupid apprentice, using the word study." The old druid had a disdainful expression: "No matter what race you were in your previous life, you must be a mage anyway. Going to school, study, and promotion, what do you think about it? Are they all this kind of thinking? Well, fortunately you are still young and you can correct it. I will teach you well. Now you work first and bring these people to bed."

　　 "Am I alone?" Zhao Mai asked in surprise.

　　 "Nonsense, not only do you move everyone by yourself, but you also move me." Wadsworth punched his waist hard: "As you get older, your legs and feet are useless."

　　 "Druid doesn't have an immortal body? Age does not have a negative effect on your body."

　　 "You know a fart as an apprentice, so concentrate on your work!"

　　 Two full hours, Zhao Mai moved two full hours, of which more than forty minutes was spent on Butcher. The weight of this strong man is amazing. If he hadn't been doing weight-bearing marching exercises all the time, Zhao Maixiu would like to move him.

　　 There are a few huts in the mangrove forest, all of which are very simple thatched houses, which cannot withstand high winds or hail. However, there may not be such extreme weather in the mangroves. The oldest thatched huts may be more than decades old, but they are still intact. The inside of the house is very tidy, or it would be better to describe it as "a family". There are only two rooms filled with things, namely dried fish and thatched baskets.

　　 There is no bed, no table, no furniture. When Zhao Mai asked the old man where he lived, he pointed to the nature. "The entire mangrove forest is my home, and the swamp outside is my yard. With such a vast world, why should I restrict myself with a bed?"

"Very poetic scene." Zhao Mai carried the old man behind his back and walked towards the thatched house~www.NovelMTL.com. Watching flowers and shadows is intoxicating fengshui. "

　　 "I thought you were complimenting me at first, but I didn't expect that you were showing off your own words and sentences. I really shouldn't or shouldn't." Wadsworth shook his head and gently repeated Zhao Mai's previous words. "But you are right, I have always been like this."

"I think it's very strange why you don't have the slightest fluctuation of natural force in your body, and how did you survive in the swamp surrounded by goblins. Your body is indeed weak, but this can't be faked. But there is such a sufficient natural source around you. Power, why can't you recover?"

　　 "Because that is just a shell." Two voices sounded one after the other, which shocked Zhao Mai. Next to the thatched hut in front of him, another Wadsworth was standing, exactly the same as the one on his back. The only difference was that he was holding a woodland staff in his hand. The material and color of the staff are no different from the color of his own skin, and it is in harmony with this mangrove forest.

"Your one is the main body? What is this, puppet? Golem? Illusory?" Zhao Mai gently put down Wadsworth on his back, he thanked Zhao Mai with a smile, and then adjusted his sitting posture. Lean on the tree trunk.

　　 "We are all Wadsworth." The two spoke in unison, the voices were the same. "We are just different in order, we are just in different physical conditions. Just like this mangrove forest, who knows which tree grows from roots and which tree changes from branches?"

"Uh, there are always differences, right?" Even if he was "savvy and knowledgeable", Zhao Mai could not figure out what was going on~www.NovelMTL.com~Welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and most Huo's serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.