Between Shan Ye, the rolling mountains are magnificent. Eyes full of green, blue sea and waves.
A soul that is extremely shocking.
Especially when standing on a bird and looking out.
Of course, birds fly low is another matter ... "Damn it, don't wear it in the branches! There is no mother bird there! "
Lugar squatted with his head in his arms, and the branches were overwhelming, and he fell like a shower. He was trembling with pain. The most famous tree in Berners is the Emerald Thorn Tree.
Evergreen seasons, tough branches, and full of thorns, brush down a cluster of branches, can pull people into a bloody person.
Moreover, this kind of tree is extremely vigorous. Among a large group of seeds, 70% can often survive, and more than half of them can take root smoothly.
Every year, just to clean up the emerald thorn tree, the noble gentlemen of Berners have to pay a lot of taxes. Because there are too many such trees.
When I visited the city, when I couldn't see the wheat fields, I saw almost all the emerald thorns.
Shake the worm that fell in, Lugar grabbed it with one hand, tore off the sleeves that were scratched into strips directly, looked down, and simply tore off the whole coat.
I was brushed by the branches of the emerald thorn tree too many times along the way, and this dress is almost the same as not wearing it. The foot was empty, and a pulling force suddenly pulled Luger to fall.
Rolling, he jumped into the air.
Seeing that he was going to be thrown off the bird's body, fortunately, the four gray feathers tied to Lugar's limbs formed four staggered dim halos, and the faint air exploded, which made him temporarily break free from the shackles of airflow and gravity and firmly fall back to the bird's body.
"I'll kill you sooner or later."
The grin, lugar this sound is muttering.
After all, this is a grey-winged mountain vulture that is about to become a rare species.
Especially the terrible size of the other party, that is, most rare monsters, will not try to attack this bird monster even if they are hungry for many days without finding food.
It's too hard to kill!
Frowned, swept away by the gray-winged vulture, Lugewei sighed, and he had to walk to the small wooden house fixed on the bird's back.
The wooden house is like a strange tree growing directly, and there is no sign of man-made. It is covered with strange green vines. At the window, a few branches fly and scattered white flowers bloom, which is very emotional.
There is no door, but there are two small barrels hanging at the empty door.
On each barrel, there is a simple and clear atrium: This is the home of the clown lady ... It seems that this essence is completely hopeless.
Zaba's mouth, Lugar crouched down and got in from under the barrel.
These two things can't be touched casually. There is no wine in them, and they are not used for pranks.
Lugar can't describe what's in it, except that when he got out of bed in the morning, he saw two hazy shadows crawling into the barrel, and then in an instant, after three attributes in his field of vision, a downward vicious arrow appeared.
Later, after drinking a terrible drink prepared by that woman, the arrow disappeared. However, his three attributes each decreased by 0.03 permanently.
This made Lugar unable to speak for a while. Looking at the evasion index of only 0.07 in his field of vision, he could determine his future fighting style-a big monkey with developed limbs, simple mind and no tail!
Inexplicable sadness flows against the river ...
After Lugar's attack, killing and resistance attribute indexes exceeded "1" in succession, his physique increased in just a few days.
Less.
Nearly two meters tall, he looks like a little giant.
The space of the wooden house is not large, and the bedroom, kitchen and laboratory are almost integrated into a whole.
The bed with rope hanging has been put away and hung on the wall with the quilt.
The object used to fix it is also very strange, with metallic luster, but I don't know why, Lugar looked at this thing and always felt that it should be alive and tenacious.
The dining table used for breakfast was torn down in half, and the remaining half was turned over to become an experimental table.
There are some utensils that Lugar is familiar with, but more of them are utensils that he has never even heard of, which should be the characteristic experimental tools of this world wizard.
Lugar was not surprised.
After all, even the alcohol lamp made by Geer is different from what he remembers.
At this time, according to the time calculation method in the mechanical brain, it should be noon now, but looking at the woman who is still at the experimental table with strange objects, Lugar thinks he'd better lie down at the window and count the birds' feathers.
Wizards are the strangest among several groups who have mastered extraordinary power, because they have never been used to collecting books, and generally only used to carry a notebook with them.
Outsiders want to see a wizard's notes, so there is only one possibility: the wizard is dead. Lugar can't even read a book here except for a manual job.
See lugar came in, the little girl like a witch, but quickly put some open bottle, and then will spill.
The incoming material powder bounced empty-handed, and transparent water lines emerged. All the materials, including some metal ores, turned into thick smoke and evaporated.
Skilled in putting the other half of the table together, she called Lugar to come over. "Have lunch?"
"How can we breed offspring without supplementing material consumption?"
Still wearing that big robe, or nothing inside, this woman has long hair and sits beside Lugar. Lugar tugged at the corners of his mouth, but said nothing.
With the clues collected by the mechanical brain, he has found that this woman really wants a descendant.
The reason, according to his speculation, should be that these people with extraordinary strength have become different from ordinary people, and their ability to reproduce has been greatly weakened.
Is to want to produce this desire, also need to rely on witchcraft potion.
How else can you explain it? From yesterday to today, she had to drink a bottle of medicine from time to time, and then she suddenly changed her face, from expressionless to flushed cheeks.
Just looking at what was in front of him, Lugar froze. "Just drink this?"
This is a bottle of green medicine, and it looks familiar. After observing it for a while, Lugar is sure that it is the kind that the witch drank before.
He thought about it, and instead of saying, "This is not what you drink," he asked, "What's the use?" "aphrodisiac."
"..." Lugar picked the corner of his eye, which was not his expectation. He pointed to himself and pretended to be strange: "I want to drink?"
"Just two minutes at a time. Why don't you drink?" This woman is more strange than him.
"You don't just want a offspring ..." Lugar's face turned green at once, but he said this, and his confidence was particularly insufficient. "But it's very unpleasant!"
Staring at Lugar, the woman spoke slowly, gnashing her teeth.