Jungle hut, dark forest gathering place.

Maas, a second-level wizard apprentice, was walking down the path of the gathering place, chewing on sun-dried fish in his mouth, walking slowly, trying not to attract anyone's attention. Occasionally glance in one direction, then quickly retract. If you don't look closely, the rest of the people don't see any oddity in him, as Maas himself thinks.

However, Mas was still frightened occasionally, and couldn't help but think in his heart: What if he is discovered? He won't be killed directly, right? No, this is in the gathering place, and it's still daytime, if you really do it, there will definitely be other wizards to stop it.

But what if the wizard doesn't have time to stop it?

Maas swallowed the fish in his mouth a little nervously, and was about to turn a corner, when suddenly he heard a "squeak" sound, and his eyes saw that a person walked out of a crumbling three-story wooden building on one side, and walked straight towards the outside of the gathering place.

Maas's first instinct was to turn his head sharply and turn his back to the other party, lest the other party see his expression. When I touched my chest with my hand, I felt that my heart was beating so hard that it was almost jumping out of my throat.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

Maas took a deep breath and tried to cheer himself up in his heart: it's nothing, the other party must not have discovered him, and even if he did, he would not dare to do anything to him.

After a while, Maas calmed down. Slowly turning his head and glancing behind him, he found that the target he was about to monitor had gone hundreds of meters away and almost disappeared from his sight. The other party didn't seem to notice him at all, and finally reassured.

"I'll just say, it's impossible to be discovered. Maas said inwardly, swallowing his saliva, and quietly followed his target, following them out of the gathering place.

After leaving the gathering place, Maas noticed that the other party began to speed up, moving towards the depths of the forest, faster and faster, and he was thrown farther and farther away, and he was about to be lost.

Maas was in a hurry, and the next moment he stood still, his lips open and closed, and began to chant the incantation.

But because he was in too much of a hurry, he didn't control the mana in his body, so he let the two mana collide together, and his body shook, and he only felt a burst of qi and blood churning in his body - this is the backlash after the spell failed.

"Damn it!"

Maas scolded in a de-tuned voice, seeing that his target was about to turn into a black dot in the distance, he didn't dare to waste time pranayama, and tried to cast the spell again.

This time, I was engrossed, almost using the strength to eat, and finally succeeded.

The air slowly gathered around him, enveloping him, making his body suddenly lighter, and his speed increased significantly, and he quickly chased towards the target that was about to be lost.

"Click......

"Click......

Maas followed all the way, casting spells several times in a row to maintain a high speed, and felt that the mana in his whole body was drained. Tired and thirsty, he ate all the small packets of fish he was carrying, and finally saw his target slow down and stop by a small river in the forest.

Maas was a little puzzled, wondering what the other party was doing here.

Want to get water?

What a joke!

Isn't it easy to use spells to gather water directly in the air?

Catch fish?

Also unlikely.

Not far from the gathering place, there is a small stream, and there are many fish in it, and it is delicious. In comparison, the fish in this river were much worse, with an earthy smell that could not be removed, and he only caught them three times before giving up.

What the hell is that trying to do?

The more Maas thought about it, the more puzzled he became, but he didn't dare to go out and ask the other party, so he quietly found a hidden corner and squatted down, carefully observing the other party's actions.

Then he saw the other man standing on the river beach, waving his hand continuously, and the sand on the river beach seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, flew into the air, and fell into the wooden barrel he was carrying, and in a short time the barrel was full.

"It's ...... To load sand?" Maas was even more confused, what was he doing with sand?

Confused, Maas saw his target carrying the sand in the barrel and began to turn around, whether intentionally or unintentionally, sweeping towards his location.

Maas was startled, and the next moment he desperately lay on the ground to prevent being seen by the other party.

But at the moment when he was about to lie down, his eyes widened suddenly, and he saw that where his face corresponded, there was a black, slightly stiff, slightly dry column lying on the ground.

That's the feces of beasts!

Feces!

"I ......" scolded in Maas's heart, he didn't have time to change his posture at all, "poof", the whole face pressed on it, only to feel an indescribable sour smell spread through his nasal cavity, almost stunted him.

But he was still aware of his surroundings and knew that the target was looking at his position, so he gritted his teeth and remained motionless.

After a long time like this, it was not until Maas felt that his entire nose was burned that he slowly stood up, looked around, and found that the target was long gone, and immediately cleaned up the filth on his face.

After cleaning up, Maas looked at the beast feces that remained on the ground, and was really angry and annoyed, and wanted to give the other party a kick.

But as soon as he lifted his leg, he looked at the boots that had only been changed a few days ago, and then at the severely deformed feces, and reluctantly withdrew them.

He was destined not to be able to spill his breath on a pile of dung, because no matter what the outcome, he was the one who suffered. From a certain point of view, dung is invincible.

"Damn!" Maas scolded, turning helplessly and returning to the gathering place.

......

Dark Forest Gathering Place.

A two-story wooden building.

Maas walked in, looked at a figure in the wooden building, and said in a loud voice, "Teacher, I'm back." ”

"How's it going, have you found anything?" asked the wizard Wan An, who walked over quickly, glanced at Maas, and asked.

Maas replied truthfully: "I followed the fellow to a river far outside the gathering place, and watched him dig up the sand and bring it back. ”

"Digging sand?" Wan An was stunned, "What are you digging sand for? Make sand paintings? Make sand sculptures?" He really couldn't think of a way to make reasonable use of sand, even if some potions or spells needed some materials as assistance, he had never seen one use sand.

Maas shook his head vigorously: "I don't know. ”

"That-" Wan An hesitated for a moment and looked at Maas, "Well, anyway, this is a valid message. Then you ...... now."

"Huh?" Halfway through speaking, Wan An suddenly showed a strange expression, sniffed hard, looked at Mas and asked, "What does it smell like on you?"

"Probably...... It is the smell of the forest outside. ”

"It stinks. Wan An waved his hand with some disgust, "Okay, you go out, continue to keep an eye on him, what's the situation, and report it to me in time?"

"Well, yes. Maas took two packets of dried fish from the wooden building, kicked them in his arms, and turned and went out the door.

After going out, Wan An sniffed hard, and said to himself in a slightly puzzled way: "Does it stink? Does it really stink?" He couldn't smell it at all now.

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