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Chapter 1085 The Torrent in the Shadows (Monthly Pass Plus 2)

"Grete, look at that shrub over there. The main stem is segmented. We call it Green Nine Nodes, also known as the Soul Vine. Pick off the leaves and cook it, which can be used to increase the spread of spiritual power!"

"Grete, don't touch that frog! Remember, this kind of frog is very small, only the size of a knuckle, and the color is very bright, golden yellow, bright red and bright blue. It is very poisonous, and it will die when it sees blood. !"

"Grete, come and find a campsite! ——Don't keep thinking about opening a mage's cabin, you are a servant of nature, communicate with nature, ask where is suitable for camping!"

Gretel plucked at the bushes and followed dejectedly.His elf special training is not over yet, or in other words, Ashe Moonsong is working harder, trying to instill all knowledge into him:

Why should I learn this!

I am a mage!If you need to camp, I can just open the mage's cabin!
If it really doesn't work, I can use a magic rope technique, climb in, and I can deal with it all night!
But there is no way.Firstly, Ashe Moonsong is in a hurry, secondly, she is not overwhelmed with skills, learning a skill will be useful in the end, and thirdly...

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

When the time comes, bring a half-elf cub in his early twenties, who can't recognize the flowers, plants, trees, snakes, beasts, insects and ants, and doesn't even know how to find a campsite...

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

Forget it, study hard!
"...The best place to camp is by the water...by the water...on the high ground by the water..."

Gretel searched his brains and tried to find a camping place according to the bits and pieces he had heard in his previous life and some camping experiences he had told Bernard and Mr. Balencimo in this life.After wandering around for a long time, I really found one for him:
"Sister Yuege! Look! It's not bad here!"

"Not here." Ashe Moonsong glanced at it and shook her head:

"Look at the watermark. When the water rises, it will rise into the camp. Do you want to fall asleep and float up?"

"Uh……"

Gretel was dejected and continued walking.The sky was getting darker and darker. Seeing that everyone couldn't find a campsite, sister Yue Ge really dared to let him sleep outside.

As a last resort, he turned into a bear form and ran forward with all his might.After a while, he shouted again:

"Sister Yuege! Look here! The terrain is so high that the water cannot rise!"

Ashe Moonsong heard the sound and followed.After only a small turn, he denied his choice:

"Come on, 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, leopards will come here to hunt. You don't want to sleep in the middle of the night and get bitten Hold your neck and sleep here!"

"Stop, sister Yuege!" Gretel burst into tears:

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

"Boss, I'll carry it for you!" the barbarian approached courteously.Ashe Moonsong glared at him fiercely, shrank the two-meter-tall barbarian back, and turned to Gretel with a stern face:

"What about your spiritual strength? What about your natural affinity? Ask! Ask these plants around, where the water will rise, what animals come to drink water, are there any mosquitoes, are there any poisonous insects...Ask!"

Gretel: "...T_T"

Fortunately, this is to communicate with spiritual power. If you ask, sister Yuege might want to scold him, "What's growing under your nose?"

After going back and forth three times, I finally found a place to live.Before Gretel cleaned the ground, Ashe Moonsong took out a handful of seeds and gently held them up:

The seeds germinate, branch out, and grow long vines.One end to the left, one end to the right, wrapped around the trunks of two tall trees.Immediately afterwards, countless thin vines issued from the two trunks, tangled and intertwined by themselves, interweaving into a net.

"did you see?"

Ashe Moonsong raised an eyebrow at Gretel:

"In the forest, sleeping in this kind of hammock is more convenient than sleeping in your mage's hut. If there are any monsters passing by, drinking water, hunting, they can just walk under them without disturbing each other."

isn't it?
What's so bad about a mage's cabin?
Just as Gretel wanted to argue, Hisoian had already squeezed forward, looked at the rope net, and smiled cheerfully.Then, nodding back to Gretel:

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

"Uh……"

When Gretel thought about it, this was indeed the case.But when it fell on him, he still had to live in the mage's cabin:
"It's okay, I'll change the spell model. Let the mage's hut be integrated with nature, and it will never be destroyed by wild beasts!"

However, such a mage's hut, if you want to squeeze all the bees into it, it won't fit.Apa occupies half of the space by himself, and Cerilla must have a room all to himself. As for Bernard, is it the floor in Gretel's room?
"It's okay, I'll try the hammock too." Ms. Jasmine leaned over enthusiastically, and also pinched a few vines between her fingers, making one for herself and another for her husband.Hisoyan shrugged:

"I don't sleep with that stuff, it's too cold."

A vine also appeared on his fingertips, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight, with countless threads, plunging into the soil.Countless vines dug randomly, forcibly dug a pit on the ground.

Hisoyan drilled in, and the soil fell down, covering his body tightly.Gretel was dumbfounded:

"This……"

"Hey, little guy, you don't understand this." The middle-aged elf lay comfortably in the soil, with only one head exposed above the hole in the soil, and winked at Gretel:
"The soil here is scalding hot in the sun during the day, and it's very comfortable to lie in it at night. Oh, my old waist, my knees, just cover them at night..."

alright, you win.Gretel shrugged, turned and walked back to his quarters.As soon as he turned around, he heard Xi Suoyan shout:

"Hey, that kid! Sleep on the side of the hammock, and you'll fall if you sleep like this!"

Huh?
Who are you calling?
Gretel turned his head curiously.On the tree on one side, Mr. Hawthorne was writhing, trying to twist himself from a straight lying state to a horizontal lying state.Not far away, Ms. Jasmine raised her head and looked at her husband amusedly:

"Shall I get another vine and tie you up in a hammock?"

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

"I'll just sleep by myself!"

Ms. Jasmine smiled and glanced at her husband, and lay back on the bed.The group sleeps in the mage's hut, sleeps in the mage's hut, sleeps in a hammock, sleeps in a hammock, and sleeps in a sleeping pit.Not long after, the entire campsite gradually quieted down.

Gretel continued to do experiments, observe corpse tissues, and memorize spell models, tossing and tossing until it was completely dark before slowly falling asleep.As if just closing his eyes, a scream suddenly sounded in the camp:
"what--"

Gretel jumped out of the mage's hut.After a while, three or five balls of light had already risen in the camp, and I saw Mr. Hawthorne standing on the ground, raising his hands, waving his arms, stomping his feet, circling around, and jumping around on the ground.

While jumping, he slapped his whole body up and down indiscriminately, ripping off his clothes, his pants, and kicking his shoes...

The posture is so strange that Gretel has only seen it when the spellcasters on the Great Wasteland and the priests of various tribes in the northern part of the New World danced to worship the gods.No, strictly speaking, it's even stranger than those spellcasters...

At least people don't tear their clothes when dancing!
"Enemy attack!"

cried Gretel.With his hands flying, a series of defensive spells have already been cast on himself.Just after applying three spells, I heard Ashe Moonsong say angrily:
"What enemy attack! Get out of the way!"

"what?!"

Gretel was taken aback.Ashe Moonsong had already jumped down with ease, and the vine stretched out in her hand, pulling Mr. Hawthorne aside.Raising the other hand, the light ball in the camp shone brightly:

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

Gretel bent down to look, only to find a black torrent on the ground, densely packed, rushing forward.Look carefully, this torrent is actually composed of countless huge ants:

"What a big ant!"

Gretel screamed.Each ant was longer than the first joint of his pinky finger, and its powerful jaws clicked, clicked, and clicked horribly.It rushed across the ground, past the place where Mr. Hawthorne was standing before, and it was coming to the mage's cabin!

Gretel didn't even think about it, just a general spell to prevent insects, ants, snakes and rats, and threw it in front of the hut.Unexpectedly, this simple trick, the spell seems to have angered the army ants:
The black torrent paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up.Head to tail, tail to head, forming an ant bridge several meters high, covering the head and face, and fell to the mage's hut:

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

Gretel didn't want to challenge a million ants.He quickly threw out the spell, and the force field barrier opened as hard as possible, causing the army ants to pause for a while.Immediately afterwards, a mage's hut was thrown out beside him, and he quickly called for someone.

withdraw!
Make way for this thing!

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

Feeling the heat of the flame, the ants opened their mouths and fell obediently.As for the ants that had already bitten on them, the ones that had been slapped off by Mr. Hawthorne still had their powerful upper and lower jaws embedded in his body...

"Forget it, let me do it." Gretel had no choice but to step forward, and with a flick of his hand, the cleaning technique swept across Mr. Hawthorne's body.The tall mercenary let out a long sigh and relaxed, still feeling terrified:

"I fell asleep and fell asleep... I was too sleepy, I slept comfortably on the ground, and I didn't want to climb up to sleep again..."

Then I was covered by army ants... So, really unlucky and funny...

Gretel shook his head, sighed, and wanted to laugh.Beside her, Ashe Moonsong crushed an ant with her fingertips, staring at the mighty ant colony, her expression became more and more serious:
"They're polluted too...when, even they're polluted..."

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