Sword and Magic and Taxi

The fog in the mountains is too thick to dissolve, and even the cold wind in the mountains can't do anything, but this is not a big problem for the druid. This mist still belongs to the realm of the force of nature, and the force is within easy reach on the continent of Westeros.

Zhao Mai stretched his hands forward, palms up and down, the force flowing between his hands, gradually forming a rotating wind. He whispered a request for help in the ear of the Force of Nature, and the Force of Nature responded, and the mist gradually dissipated, allowing him to see further.

A rabbit still eating grass saw the mist suddenly dissipate, raised his head in surprise, blinked red eyes and looked around. Zhao Mai has already used the chameleon function of the camouflage ring to blend himself with the surrounding environment, looking like a combination of rock and withered grass. He picked up the hunter's spear in his hand and threw it out with a swish.

The spear radiating blue light drew a beautiful parabola, plopped into the rock beside the rabbit, and plunged in. The frightened rabbit ran away, but slammed into the food reserve that had just been delivered. The big dog flicked his front paw hard. With a squeak, the rabbit rolled twice, hit the rock, and died.

Then the rabbit was dangling from the reserve, wagging his tail and ran back happily, facing Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai was helpless. Although he flew back to his hand with the blood spear beckoning the hunter, it looked very cool, but he missed the shot but it was a flaw. For close combat with a short spear, he has simply learned it. The basic movements with the assistance of psychic powers are enough, but this does not mean that he can solve all the problems of the middle distance.

"It seems that there are still a lot of things to exercise." Zhao Mai took a short spear and began to throw it constantly, looking for the feel. He can hit the target seven or eight out of ten, but in a real battle, seven or eight out of ten is not enough.

Similarly, a rabbit is not enough to cook, how can we find two or three animals of this size? Adding Zhao Mai himself, Mrs. Stark and his party have as many as eleven. Caitlin and Rodrik belonged to Winterfell, Tyrion and his entourage named Jack belonged to Kaiyan City, Zhao Mai and Reserve Grain belonged to Wilderness, and Veri Ward belonged to the hired knight of Hellenberg, Marion, a stupid troubadour. Among the few mercenaries, the short-haired fat Kurekie is simple-minded and obeys Mrs. Stark's words; the shrewd Bolong rarely makes comments, and only speaks when things are relevant to him; there is also one who holds the long day. Sword always looked at the wandering warrior Saffir around him with a vigilant look. Their goal is farther than Kurekie, and their desire for identity is greater than for money.

Three rabbits are definitely not enough to feed eleven people, but Zhao Mai originally planned to collect some other edible things along the way. With the mantra of "purifying food", you can eat everything that seems to be edible. Although it may not have any nutrition, it will definitely not eat up your stomach.

Fortunately, this situation did not happen. There are very few people in the mountains, so the plants grow almost undisturbed, including many wild vegetables. Zhao Mai is not an expert on wild vegetables, but the force of nature can help him solve this problem. What can be eaten and what can't be eaten, what is delicious and what is not delicious, give Zhao Mai a different feeling in the environment of the force of nature. So, he only needs to throw those wild vegetables that feel good in his backpack.

Some berries, nuts and the like were collected in the same way. After all, this is not a wild trip. Zhao Mai didn't have the time to search carefully and guarantee the taste, so let's first guarantee the quantity. As he was picking up wild strawberries, he heard the sound of small stones falling from above his head. Looking up, he smiled happily: a skinny wild goat was jumping up and down on the rock, gnawing on the unattended grass in the cracks.

"Reserve food, you don't have to go this time, I'll come!" Zhao Mai picked up the hunter's blood spear and began to use the power of psychic powers. If only considering combat skills, Zhao Mai can only be considered barely qualified, and there is a gap between "good players". But if he assists him with spells, or uses psychic powers to strengthen his senses and body control, he will become a "master".

The goat is not nervous at all about a person or a dog who is more than 40 meters below his feet, and he still eats slowly. In its view, no creature can quickly close this distance, and it feels quite safe.

It is a very interesting feeling to use spells and psychic powers to assist in the battle. A kind of "I'm sure to hit" confidence coupled with the best physical response, this spear spear speared and flew out of Zhao Mai's hand while spinning like a bullet. The goat trembled, but before it had time to transmit the evasive nerve signals to its legs, the hunter's blood spear had penetrated its neck.

Zhao Mai aimed at the position of the front chest, because the throwing speed was faster and arrived early, so the parabola was a bit higher. This is actually not good, he thought for a while: the huge gap between using and not using magic will affect his grasp of strength and accuracy. So you can't count on spells, you still have to do basic practice when you have time, and the foundation will never be useless.

The goat died the first time and rolled down the hillside. Zhao Mai immediately ordered the Hunter's Blood Spear to fly back, otherwise the expanding wound would make the goats less and less edible. The reserve of grain was about to happily pick up the prey, and after saving a few meters, it suddenly stopped. It lowered its head and raised its ass, with its eyes facing the sky, and it barked its teeth in a low voice of warning.

Zhao Mai raised his head. They are in the valley, the fog around them has dissipated, but the mountainside is still there. The rolling clouds change into various shapes, just like the undulating waves in the sea.

The feeling of storing grain is never wrong. Zhao Mai trusts it unconditionally. Since it feels threatened, the threat must exist. But where is this threat? Zhao Mai held a weapon in one hand and used the other to cast spells to strengthen his senses such as sight and hearing. This technique was called sharp-eared hawkeye by the druids~www.NovelMTL.com~ He really found a little difference. In the gray mist, a huge black shadow was walking through the water vapor. He has a sturdy head, huge wings, a long slender tail and four legs, and he looks like an extended bus from head to tail. When flying, it doesn't seem to need to vibrate its wings, so silently, its huge body gives people a lightness, like sliding lightly on the snowy ground made of mist.

"Dragon? Or an adult dragon?" Zhao Mai couldn't believe his eyes. "It's impossible!" The three existing dragons in Westeros are all on the opposite side of the strait, which is thousands of miles away, and they should have just hatched (in fact, they haven't hatched yet). Big!

The dragon had no interest in what was happening under his body, came quietly, and left quietly, leaving Zhao Mai still immersed in shock. What does this mean, is there a hidden dragon in this world? Where does it usually live, why no one sees it, what is its purpose, and does it have an owner?

Long Fei walked away, and the dog started to move again. It grabbed the corpse of the sheep that fell under the cliff with its mouth and ran back, threw it at Zhao Mai's feet and licked the blood on his lips. Zhao Mai was still looking up at the sky, and after a while, he said: "Asshole, it is better to have no books than nothing!" (To be continued.)