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"Hmph, what if you don't throw the jar? This is not the magic of the 'activation spell'" Inside the large shelter tightly shielded by spells, Elder Kologa said to the large spiny-tailed lynx lying lazily next to him, "Can you divide and merge and come and go as you please?" Hmph, it may be useful, but don't forget, this 'activation spell' is a living creature in itself, and once it encounters an enemy who casts a high-intensity large-scale spell, such as acid mist, fire storm, or even continuous bursting fire thunder, it will also take damage. So it's just a fun toy to deal with the low-level miscellaneous soldiers. ”

The spiny-tailed bobcat, which was larger than a rhinoceros, scratched its left cat ear leisurely with its spear-like tail and said, "So, that Magellan priest taught you something useless? But Elder Kologa, who was fiddling with half of the table of weird flirtatious potions on the other side, said, "No, no, no, I feel that there is not only one form of 'activation spell', but there should be multiple. I guess Magellan taught me the most basic one, and there were more and higher forms of 'activation spells' that he didn't teach. For example, the emerald log staff in his hand had the breath of activating spells, and more than one of the flower-faced badgers and pet boars beside him also had them. I think that the so-called 'activation spell' is actually similar to a special kind of 'creating strange things', which is to create a strange thing that has the ability to cast spells on its own and is closely related to the soul of the cultivator himself. What's more, this strange artifact can be slowly strengthened by the maker's serious and repeated sacrifices," he took out a half-palm-long wooden stick and said, "You see, this is a prop used to release the ordinary 'Turning Stick Method'. When I was in the seventh order, I used this to transform into a tree man, and it was the same as when I used this to transform the tree man when I was in the ninth order, even if I wanted to enhance the power of the tree man or strengthen it, it would be difficult. If you can transplant the skill of the 'Activation Spell' into this 'Stick Technique' item, you may be able to conjure up a Treant that will be stronger or stronger than before. If this is successful, it means that the so-called 'activation spell' is not just about creating a few clouds of magic flying mist that can be divided and combined, but has a lot of room for development."

The thorn-tailed lynx scratched the cat's ear on his right side with his tail again: "Do you need me to inquire about any more news?" I heard that they recently discovered that a special method can increase the effect of alchemy potions by two levels. Elder Kologa, who was fiddling with the small wooden stick on the other side, replied, "Pastor Magellan has already sent me a text message, and they are continuing their research in the spell tower opposite. It is said that not all alchemical potions will work, but must be 'herbal potions'. And there should be detailed rules for the configuration of herbs, and it is not okay to be wrong. In addition, they need to use their characteristic 'natural blessings', otherwise it will not work. Listening to that stuff is hard to learn, I thought about it for a while. But ~~~~ You can help me inquire about Sendell's 'Bogan Spirit Pet'. I think there's a lot more to dig into that thing, maybe it's a lot better than the so-called 'battlefield heather', and if they're willing to reveal it, we'll start researching it right away." ”

As he got up, the thorn-tailed lynx suddenly thought of another question: "Start your research right away, what about the mountain giants? Elder Kologa replied with a half-sigh and a half-smile, "They don't believe me, and I don't bother to say it all. It's good to let them suffer a little loss, and the next time we meet, we can do things. ”

The clear sound of the flute slanted down from the blue mid-air, echoing between the emerald green mountains and the sparkling mountain streams, and the crisp birdsong in the mountains blended with the flying flute and the joyful 'giggle' laughter in the flute, allowing happiness to gallop between heaven and earth.

The turquoise 'horses' galloping between heaven and earth, carrying the laughing Xandel and the breezy flute Haidar, swept across the transparent sky like a graceful gust of wind. They were followed by the galloping Thorntail Lynx, who sang with the flute, and the Viscountess and Grimm on her back.

Sitting on the back of this undulating soft cat, there is a strange feeling of being in a fairy tale, and even a petite viscountess who is not in a good mood screams and laughs in the wind: "Hahaha~~~Hahaha~~~ It's so interesting, it's so interesting." It's like a fairy tale when I was a kid - a little girl and a little boy escape from a witch's castle on a magical cat. Won't we fall?" Grimm, who was holding her in her arms in the back, said loudly in the air and the wind: "No, I'm here, I won't fall."

The petite Viscountess looked nervously and excitedly at the steep valleys, the huge slopes, and the majestic peaks surrounded by light mist, and then at the vague imaginary connection between the mountains and the blue sky in the distance, as if the sky and the earth were still stretching forward and on both sides, endlessly. Suddenly, she muttered to herself: "It turns out that birds see the earth like this, so open~~~~ This world is so open~~~~" She suddenly leaned her elegant head on Grimm's shoulder with a slight feeling: "In this world, we are so small." In such an open world, we can only stay in a small place for the rest of our lives~~~~" She suddenly stroked Grimm's hand again, letting him feel the softness and warmth of her pink hand: "Maybe you are right, sometimes it is a joy in life to go around the world and take a look." Always bored in one place for a lifetime, such a life may be as boring as insects and ants. ”

She may have misunderstood her own mind. Grimm smiled a little bitterly, but put his mistake affectionately against her white tender ear and said, "So, if I continue to go around the world, will you follow me?

Alas~~~~ Grimm had long anticipated this situation, so he could only comfort himself with 'I can't give up a forest for the sake of a tree', and at the same time, in order to appease his restless possessiveness, his salty wet hands had crept up the tender hill of the petite lady: "Well, when we get to the picnic on the hillside, I want you to pray for me in the woods." He exhaled sultry heat in the ear of the Viscountess of Lightness: "I'm going to put you in various poses and pray for me"

With a hot breath, they landed on a sunny green hillside with the sound of a high flute, and the bright light of the sky made the grass and trees on the soothing wide hillside bright and vibrant, and the breeze blew through the clear heaven and earth, and the grass and trees sounded softly, undulating and bending down to meet the bright sun and a group of men and women falling on the hillside.

The men, who had forgotten all their troubles, were talking and laughing while looking for a place on the hillside and picking up branches, when suddenly they heard Rafina exclaim, "Oh, there are so many ants here." Yo, it looks like we're at war. No, no, we're going to change places."

Everyone gathered around to see that there were really two teams of ants fighting fiercely among the dense blades of grass on the grass originally selected for picnic, or scattered dots to catch and kill, or lined up in a thin line to attack and defend like a battle array. There are small worker ants gnawing at each other, and there are soldier ants that are several times larger than them opening their fierce jaws to bite left and right, one bite at a time. Looking at this ratio, if you compare worker ants to ordinary people, then these soldier ants are like powerful and tall mammoths. It's amazing that there is such a big difference in the size of a nest of ants.

Wonderful is wonderful, but you still have to move places. So they moved to another flower-decorated hillside three hundred feet away, which was gentle and soft. There are no fierce ants fighting here, only others are gnawing on grass blades and tearing flowers, and some are chewing on their own, as if tasting delicious food. Others carry blades of grass and staggered through the gaps in the grass, bringing these precious raw materials back to the underground nest for processing. The childlike Sendell also helped them tear up some tender blades of grass.

The magical and delicious Thorntail Lynx didn't have any of these idle thoughts, she couldn't wait to take out her dimensional pocket, stretched out her claws and took out the pots, spatulas, and dried meats and condiments inside, and waited for Haidar, Xendale, and Ravena to make a picnic. As for the original bearer of the dimensional pocket, Master Grimm, he had quietly left everyone and burrowed into a dense bush in the distance to enjoy the Viscountess's 'blessing' bird.

When he came back slowly after rubbing his tired waist after receiving the moaning 'blessings' of different postures and full of seductive scenery, the cat, who was lying lazily basking in the sun on the bright green grass hillside, half-opened his sleepy eyes and hazy meow eyes, said: "Yes, it will be restored once every twenty minutes, ten minutes, not bad, not bad, but there is less foreplay, and the first time everyone screamed in pain." You're in such a hurry. ”

Grimm's face turned red, and he raised his eyes to look at Xiandale and the others who were chattering in the distance and cooking a fresh meat feast, and saw that they were all paying attention to this side, so he smiled and sat down next to the cat: "There is wine today and I am drunk today, and I don't know what will happen in the future, so I can only cherish today." ”

'Cat-sama' licked the big cat's paws and grunted, "Then you have to do a foot play." Don't you know that girls need pre-play? Pre-play is also part of enjoyment. Grimm, who wanted to laugh, almost asked: You seem familiar. But he still suppressed a smile, stroked the head and neck of the 'cat-sama' and said, "I know, I know, I'll pay attention to it in the future." You~~~~" He still couldn't help but joke: "Can you give me some pointers without skipping words."

"No problem. The cat lazily rubbed his hand and replied indifferently, "I don't have the mind now, I'll teach you two when I have time when I go back." Grimm almost laughed, but was interrupted by Haidar's voice not far away: "Huh, how can there be high smoke and dust on that slope in the distance? Is there a forest fire that doesn't skip words.

The 'Cat Lord', who was lying lazily, rushed to the ground, and flew high into the sky to keep looking, and it took a long time to fall like a flying leaf: "It's okay, it's a war - there is a village and town in the distance, and it should be the mountain giants and the rebels fighting over there." ”

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