The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Wilden!" she called to the soldier.

Without making himself look stingy, Kale generously tore off the other leg and handed it to Wilden.

Mia tilted her head and looked at Wilden's face, bypassing the big hat that blocked Kale's view.

Sure enough, the traces of zombie transformation on his face were fading away day by day.

Kaleid didn't seem to notice this.

Rather, he never cared much about anyone related to the golden tree.

While chewing the meat, Mia suddenly thought of a question: "I remember I burned the mice."

"Ah." Upon hearing this, Kale couldn't help but reveal a distressed look. Those were all meat and could be used as food.

Mia actually burned it all up.

Then he explained: "Some of the injured died on the way to escape, and I picked them up."

Kale said that the rats were piled outside, enough to feed three people for several days.

Rat meat can be made into jerky. Just sprinkle some salt on it, marinate it, and then air-dry it. After removing the bones, there will only be meat pieces, and no one will know what kind of meat it is.

The long-lasting dried meat can be used not only as a last-ditch ration but also as a commodity.

Kale suggested setting off later to take some time to do the preliminary processing of the jerky.

When the businessman proposed this idea, Mia was silent again.

"You bought our jerky before..." She stared at Curry with suspicion.

"That's a rabbit, it's a rabbit!" Kale waved his hands hastily: "I always use whatever I have."

The girl was skeptical.

If it was true as he said, that the previous one was rabbit jerky, then if rabbit jerky was so unpalatable, how bad would rat meat be?

She has made up her mind that she will never buy Curry's meat jerky again, even if she starves to death.

The three of them ate barbecue, and Mia chewed some dried loya fruit as a source of vitamins.

Curry spent the rest of the morning fiddling with his rat jerky, removing the bones and washing away the blood.

Yes, there is actually a usable well in this abandoned village.

Mia filled the cracked pot with the clear well water.

Five or six mice kept Kale busy until the afternoon. After he loaded the meat onto the donkey, the three of them were ready to set off.

"We should be able to enter the forest today." Before leaving, Wilden told them the itinerary for today.

He is the one who knows this road best among the few people.

Mia remembered the forest, of course, from the game.

"So how long will it take us to get out of the forest?"

The soldier thought for a moment, and considering Mia and Kale's walking speed, he said, "Two days. Just walk along the road."

The team set out again, and Kale rubbed a lot of salt on the meat he was going to dry, so as to cover the bloody smell of the raw meat and not attract dangerous predators from a long distance.

Afterwards, it was still a journey that was nothing special and made one want to yawn.

Mia rides Amiya... (somehow it rhymes?) doing nothing.

Oh, that’s right, the girl suddenly had an idea.

Now that you have time, practice the prayer of fire.

She stretched out her hand, and an orange-red flame rose from her hand.

Kale turned around curiously.

"What?"

He thought there was some danger nearby.

"Ah, it's okay." Mia smiled and told him not to be nervous: "It's just some practice."

"Oh." Kale nodded: "Just don't scare Amiya."

"I have my measure."

The girl responded, and the flames in her hands kept changing shape.

Mia stared at the flame in her hand with great interest. Some people say that flame is hot and violent, and so are those who like flame.

Probably because of the adjective 'angry'.

Moreover, while the fire harms oneself, it will also destroy others.

But Mia is probably not qualified to comment on this.

Because she could feel some heat from the fire, but she didn't feel any burning pain at all.

But she also realized the dangers of this unique resistance.

She would not allow herself to become someone who despised fire and abused it wantonly.

The flame in her hand was always firmly bound. Mia's palms were facing upwards, and the flame turned into a ball and a ring. Mia was like a child playing with plasticine, discovering a toy she had never seen before for the first time, and fiddling with the flame in her palm curiously.

In the process, she constantly honed her skills and will, making her control more precise and consuming less energy.

Chapter 23. The Edge of the Woods

As night was about to fall, the three arrived at the edge of the forest.

Because we started late, we didn't get very far.

It was the first time that Mia saw such a clear boundary between forest and grassland in real life. One side was dark, and the other side was bright. On the flat ground, Mia couldn't see how big the forest was.

But you can also see that there are almost no gaps in the endless tree canopy.

"Kelly, stay away from us"

"Let's go in tomorrow."

The light at night is already dim. If you want to walk into the dense forest at this time, you will not be able to see the road clearly without a torch.

"Will there be any King's troops patrolling inside?"

Mia suddenly asked.

"If we hadn't attracted attention," Wilden said, "then King Greg wouldn't have posted sentries in a place like this."

"What do you mean by not attracting attention?" Mia chewed over these words, recalling her experiences since she came out of the Drifting Cemetery.

I didn't run into any other Greg soldiers along the way. The only one I encountered was the tree guard. But does it count as attracting attention if I sneak out from under the nose of the tree guard?

Wilden added: "But I can't say for sure, because I don't even know how many years I've been trapped in that cave."

Except for the map, all his information was out of date.

"Well." The girl shrugged nonchalantly: "At worst, I can just get over it later."

The three of them began to prepare for the night, and Mia lit a bonfire at the edge of the forest.

Thinking about going camping again today, the girl couldn't help feeling melancholy.

There was storage space, but there was no usable tent.

Mia stared blankly at the campfire, in which stood a cracked pot of water.

Perhaps because she hadn't walked much today and had a good rest last night, she didn't feel tired at all.

The water in the cracked pot began to gurgle and roll.

The girl cast a youth mini version of fire protection on herself that was only effective for herself.

Then he reached into the fire, took out the cracked pot, and blew on it symbolically while holding the pot.

The water that had just left the flame was still bubbling under the influence of the residual heat in the jar. Mia tilted her head and poured out tons of boiling water.

Putting the can down, Mia opened her mouth and exhaled a large cloud of steam.

"...How convenient."

The girl sighed.

After adding flame protection to yourself, boiling water at 100 degrees is no different from room temperature.

Kale looked at Mia as if she were a monster.

The latter had no awareness of doing something against the will of heaven, and smiled innocently: "This is also part of the practice."

Anyway, energy can be restored over time, and blue dew drops are not necessary.

"Wilden," Mia suddenly called out.

The soldier came over following the voice. Mia walked towards him with a golden sword on her waist and raised her head: "Can you teach me swordsmanship?"

The girl had seen Wilden's heroic performance on the battlefield before. Wilden was proficient in using both broadsword and straight sword.

She saw the sword continue to strike, killing countless ratmen, perhaps more than Mia's own flames, but Wilden was not hurt at all. The fighting skills accumulated over countless years were decisive and swift.

Mia almost immediately wanted to study.

Although she positioned herself as a warlock, even a spellcaster still needs to protect herself!

If I can't even use a sword, then if I suddenly encounter a ratman around the corner like I did in Nuln City before, it would be too late to cast a spell.

Moreover, if the battle he experienced that day exhausted his mana bar and even drank all the drops of the Holy Grail, he would only be able to rely on conventional weapons.

What if you encounter a tentacle monster in the future that will suck your magic power?

Mia is a magical girl now.

Therefore, even if you are the caster, if you don't want to run out of mana and be hit by anything, you have to do it.

You still have to have a cold weapon that you are good at using for self-defense!

Although Mia has acquired basic combat skills through the blessed memories of time travel, she feels that this is still not enough!

You must master more skills. It is always better to have more skills, as you never know when they may come in handy.

Mia likes well-rounded talents who develop in all aspects.

Not only prayer, but also magic and swordsmanship are required.

Since I can study prayer by myself, I will go to teacher Serlian to learn magic later. As for swordsmanship, the nearest swordsmanship expert is only Wilden.

Oh, in addition to swordsmanship, Wilden’s gun skills should also be good.

When Mia first met Wilden, his weapons were a large shield and a spear.

Coincidentally, Mia's initial weapon is also a spear, so let's learn spearmanship and swordmanship together.

It's a good opportunity to vent my useless experience today.

The girl looked at Wilden expectantly, and the soldier nodded in agreement without any refusals.

then,

The two stood facing each other not far from the campfire.

Mia used a long sword and did not have a shield, so Wilden put down his shield and held a straight sword in both hands.

The soldier said calmly, "I'm going to do it."

"Yeah." Mia stared at Wilden closely, also holding the sword in both hands and assuming a fighting stance.

Although I have never formally competed with others in swordsmanship.

But having lived in the Internet age of data explosion in her previous life, Mia still knows some tricks.

I have watched some combat videos such as "Single-Sword Combat" and "East-West Sword Confrontation", and I have also played relatively realistic RPG games with cold weapon backgrounds such as Bohemian Swordsman.

The theory of sword moves is very rich.

Mia stared straight at Wilden's hand, constantly guessing what he would do in her mind. Her whole body was tense, ready to defend against attacks from all directions at any time.

The soldiers strode forward, their swords shining brightly in the light of the fire.

As a spectator, everyone was staring at this place nervously, wanting to see a "peak showdown".

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