At the beginning, for the sake of efficiency and convenience, Leiter ended the battle as quickly as possible, and made a deadly move.
When there were only three fire dogs left, they were not in a hurry.
One was nailed to the ground by a ground awl, and two were picked up in the air, flapping their limbs, and screaming with their throats upside down, which is funny and a little weird.
"Tales, the remaining three are left to you to deal with." Leiter looked at Tucker again, "Taker, you accompany Thales, and process the materials of the monster corpses by the way."
Then, Leiter looked at the cub of the wind-striped tiger, who was covered in blood. Then he said to Ruilai: "Ruilai, feed this poor little guy some water, and wash his hair by the way."
Ruilai nodded, looking at the little wind-patterned tiger curled up in the haystack not far away, a warmth flashed in his eyes.
With a thought, a thin stream of water condensed and drilled into the mouth of the wind-striped tiger cub. Another ball of water condensed, gently peeling off the dirt on the opponent's body.
Rett paid attention to this scene, and saw a small fleshy ball, its body twitched a bit, opened its thumb-sized mouth, sucked in a stream of water, and then its body twitched slightly.
Aw, aw, aw.
An extremely immature, yet crisp cry sounded, full of vitality.
"Father, he seems to be hungry?" Ruilai has come to the cub of the wind-striped tiger, squatting on the ground, watching curiously. This cub is less than twenty centimeters long, and its head is no bigger than a fist. How many.
After drinking the water, he seems to be a little more energetic. Although his eyes are closed tightly, it does not prevent him from sticking out his tongue for food.
Ruilai stretched out a finger, moved closer, and was immediately sucked by the wind-striped tiger cub. Feeling warm and sticky, Ruilai smiled unconsciously.
"Here, feed it the meat of the fireside dog!" Leiter threw a 20cm piece of meat, which had just been cut from the fireside dog.
"Little guy, eat quickly."
Ruilai divided the meat strips into small pieces and fed them with his own hands.
Smelling the smell of food, as a magical beast, Fengwenhu's instinct to eat was mobilized, and he opened his mouth to swallow red meat. It seemed that he was still not satisfied, and he howled again.
Several minutes passed, and there were still two pieces of red meat left in Ruilai's hands, but the tiger cub was full and lay down on the ground, snoring comfortably.
Newborn cubs are mostly lethargic, and Warcraft is no exception.
Ruilai gently touched the wind-patterned tiger, which hadn't grown any hair yet. The latter seemed to unconsciously sniff his nose, and leaned closer to Ruilai.
Aww
Looking at the cub who was babbling in sleep, Relai had a smile on his face, tried to hold it in his arms, but accidentally woke it up.
But the cub of the wind-patterned tiger twisted its head and swayed slightly. It arched its head towards Ruilai's chest, slipped into his arms, and fell asleep again.
"Rilei, you are really lucky, it seems that this little guy likes you very much." Leiter's voice was very soft, afraid of waking up the cub.
"Thanks to my father, who gave me the opportunity to take care of the wind-striped tiger cub." Ruilai replied seriously, and glanced at Tucker, "If I were to take care of the elder brother, I would still be able to get this newborn tiger cub." , the dependence of the wind-striped tiger cubs."
Taker was carrying a half-filled linen bag, which was full of low-level magic crystals harvested so far. He heard Ruilai's last words.
He smiled freely and shook his head nonchalantly, "You and I, brothers, it doesn't matter who owns this cub, and the strength of Young Eagle Town will be improved.
The most important thing is that you are a magician, Reilai, and you need a pure melee monster. "
Rett glanced at Tucker and smiled gratifiedly, "So, Tucker, do you want a magical beast that can cast magic?"
"Of course, is Father planning to give me the Fire Feather Eagle monster egg?" Tucker pretended to be surprised, and asked himself with an exaggerated tone: "Oh! Thank you for your generosity, Father. I will definitely treat it well."
"You have a really thick skin, who said you would give the Fire Feather Eagle to you." Leiter shook his head with a smile, and added: "I mean, I will definitely work hard to get you a suitable monster."
"Believe in my lord father." Tucker smiled, and cast his gaze deeper into the jungle, "I hope there are magic beast cubs here, to meet my expectations!"
At this time, Thales excitedly leaned over to Ruilai's side, pulled his arm, and said excitedly: "When this wind-striped tiger grows up, can I ride it around the territory, oh, a magical beast The mount is so cool!"
"It's a trivial matter." Reilai looked down, and estimated that it would take at least a season for this wind-striped tiger to grow up and be big enough to ride.
"By the way, doesn't Father also have a Fire Feather Eagle? Why haven't you begged Father?" Ruilai was a little surprised, and asked, "Isn't it cooler to fly in the sky?"
Tales scratched his head embarrassingly, "Ha, I'm a little afraid of heights."
Half a month passed by.
At night, dense jungles and wide mountains block the eyes of the bright moon peeking at this land,
In a twenty-square-meter cave, it was pitch black.
[The real simulation is over, please choose an attribute you want to keep. ]
[1. Constitution]
[2. Dou Qi]
[3. Mental power]
"I choose mental power!"
Leite, who had his eyes closed quietly, suddenly revealed a pair of pupils in the darkness, and took a deep breath. He only felt that his mental state at this time had reached a very subtle point.
He just took advantage of the rest time at night and used the fate points gained from hunting in the past half month to conduct 80 real simulations.
It is equivalent to meditating 24 hours a day for more than two months in reality.
In short, in the simulation, he can make excuses desperately, except for eating and drinking, the rest of the time is spent on the right path of meditation breakthrough.
Now, only a dozen or so points of destiny are consumed again, and Leiter feels that there seems to be a faint difference in the back of his mind at the moment of choosing spiritual power.
Although the total amount of mental power has not changed, the bottleneck that prevents him from being promoted to the third-level magician can be felt, and it has weakened a lot at once.
It's like passing away day by day. It may not feel strong, but after 80 days of passing away, there will naturally be obvious changes.
Now, it seems that there is only one piece of paper that prevents him from becoming a third-level magician.
Aww
Aww
woo woo
The childish cry in his ear pulled Lei Te back from his meditation thoughts. Before he turned his head to look, a fluffy little white tiger was on Lei Te's waist, as if playing naughty.
"Hehe, little Baige, why aren't you sleeping!" Leiter gently stroked the cub of the wind-striped tiger.
The white box is to give it a name.
Baige's growth rate is not slow. Half a month later, his body length is close to half a meter, and his body is no longer a fleshy mass, but is replaced by fluffy fur.