Sword and Magic and Taxi

The fog in the mountains is so thick that it cannot be melted away, and even the cold wind in the mountains cannot do anything, but this is not a big problem for the druid. This mist still belongs to the realm of the natural Force, and in Westeros, the Force is at your fingertips.

Zhao Mai stretched his hands forward and moved his palms up and down. The force flowed between his hands, gradually forming a rotating wind. He whispered a request for help in the ear of the natural force, and the natural force responded, and the fog gradually dispersed, allowing him to see further.

A rabbit that was still grazing saw the fog suddenly dissipate. It raised its head in surprise and blinked its red eyes to look around. Zhao Mai has already used the chameleon function of the camouflage ring to blend himself with the surrounding environment. He looks like a combination of rock and withered grass. He weighed the hunter's spear in his hand and threw it out with a whoosh.

The spear emitting blue light drew a beautiful parabola, and stuck into the rock next to the rabbit with a thud, piercing in hard. The frightened rabbit ran away, but bumped headlong into the food reserve that had just been teleported. The big dog raised its front paws and slapped it hard. With a scream, the rabbit rolled twice, hit a stone, and died.

Then the reserve grain ran back happily with the rabbit in its mouth, wagging its tail, and couldn't help but show off to Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai was helpless. Although the hunter's blood spear flew back into his hand as soon as he waved it, which looked very cool, the miss was a serious injury. For close combat with short spears, he has briefly learned. The basic movements combined with the assistance of psychic powers are enough, but this does not mean that he can solve all problems in the mid-range.

It seems there are still a lot of things that need to be practiced. Zhao Mai weighed the short spear and began to throw it constantly, looking for the feel. He could hit his target 78 times out of 10, but in a real battle, 70 out of 10 times wasn't enough.

Similarly, one rabbit is not enough for cooking. Why do we need two or three animals of this size? Including Zhao Mai himself, there are eleven people in Mrs. Stark's group. Caitlin and Rodrik belong to Winterfell, Tyrion and his follower named Jack belong to Casterly Rock, Zhao Mai and the reserve food belong to the wilderness, and Willy Ward, the hedge knight of Harrenhal, The idiot bard Marion. Among the several mercenaries, the short-haired fat man Kurakai is simple-minded and obeys Mrs. Stark's words; the shrewd Bronn rarely comments and only speaks when things are of immediate concern to him; Sword, always looking at the wandering warrior Saffur around with vigilant eyes. Their goals are farther than Kurekai, and they desire status more than money.

Three rabbits are definitely not enough to feed eleven people, but Zhao Mai originally planned to collect some other edible things along the way. With the spell of purifying food, you can eat anything that looks edible. Although it may not be nutritious, it will definitely not ruin your stomach.

Fortunately this did not happen. There are very few people in the mountainous area, so plants grow almost undisturbed, including many wild vegetables. Zhao Mai is not an expert on wild vegetables, but the force of nature can help him solve this problem. What is edible and what is inedible, what is delicious and what is not delicious, give Zhao Mai different feelings in the natural force environment. So, he just needs to throw those wild vegetables that feel good into his backpack.

There are also some berries, nuts and the like collected using the same method. After all, this is not a picnic. Zhao Mai doesn't have time to search carefully and ensure the taste. Let's ensure the quantity first. While he was picking wild strawberries, he heard the sound of pebbles falling above his head. Looking up, he smiled happily: a skinny wild goat was jumping up and down on the rock wall, gnawing on the fresh grass that no one had visited in the rock crevices.

Reserve food, you don't have to do it this time, I'll do it! Zhao Mai picked up the hunter's blood spear and began to use the power of psychic powers. If we purely consider combat skills, Zhao Mai can only be regarded as barely qualified, and there is still a gap between him and a good player. But if you use magic to assist him, or use psychic powers to strengthen your senses and body control, he will suddenly become a master.

The goat was not nervous at all about the person and dog standing more than 40 meters below its feet, and continued to eat slowly and leisurely. From its point of view, no creature can quickly close this distance, and it feels that it is quite safe.

Using spells and psychic powers to assist combat is a very interesting feeling. With the confidence of I can definitely hit coupled with the best physical reaction, this spear flew out of Zhao Mai's hand while spinning like a bullet. The goat trembled, but before it could transmit the nerve signal of avoidance to its legs, the hunter's blood spear had penetrated its neck.

Zhao Mai aimed at the front chest. Because the throw was faster and arrived earlier, the parabola was a bit upward. This is actually not good. He thought about it: the huge gap between using spells and not using spells will affect his grasp of strength and accuracy. So you can't rely solely on spells. You still have to do basic exercises when you have time. The basics will never be useless.

The goat died immediately and rolled down the hillside. Zhao Mai immediately ordered the hunter's blood spear to fly back, otherwise the expanding wounds would make the goat eat less and less meat. Reserve Liang was about to pick up the prey happily, but suddenly stopped after pounced a few meters away. It lowered its head, raised its butt, raised its eyes to the sky, bared its teeth and let out a low growl of warning.

Zhao Mai raised his head. They were in a valley, and the fog around them dissipated, but the fog on the mountainside was still there. The rolling clouds and mist change into various shapes, just like the constant undulating waves in the sea.

The feeling of reserve food is never wrong. Zhao Mai trusts it unconditionally. Since it feels threatened, the threat must exist. But where does this threat lie? Zhao Mai holds a weapon in one hand and uses the other hand to cast spells to strengthen his vision, hearing and other senses. This technique is called sharp-eared eagle eye by the druid.

Sure enough, he found something different. In the gray fog, there was a huge black shadow moving through the water vapor. It has a thick head, huge wings, a slender tail and four legs. It looks like an extended bus from beginning to end. When flying, it doesn't seem to need to vibrate its wings, so it makes no sound. Its huge body gives people a light feeling, as if it is gliding lightly on the snow made of mist.

Dragon? Or an adult dragon? Zhao Mai couldn't believe his eyes. This is impossible! The three existing dragons in Westeros are all on the opposite side of the strait, that is, thousands of miles away, and they should have just hatched (in fact, they have not hatched yet), so there is no such thing. big!

The giant dragon had no interest in what was happening underneath it. It came quietly and left quietly, leaving Zhao Mai still immersed in shock. What does this mean? Is there a hidden dragon in this world? Where does it usually live, why no one sees it, what is its purpose, and does it have an owner?

The dragon flew away, and the dog started to act again. It picked up the body of the sheep that fell under the cliff with its mouth, then ran back, threw it at Zhao Mai's feet, and licked the blood on its lips. Zhao Mai was still looking up at the sky, and after a while he said: Asshole, it's better to believe in books than to have no books at all!