Sword and Magic and Taxi

It's getting dark, and soon it will be difficult to see the road outside, and predators in the forest will be out and about. Zhao Mai stood up slowly, wiped the bugs off his body, and then stretched his stiff muscles.

Checking the injured area again, it turned out to be much better. Although Druid is not recognized as the strongest profession and is far inferior to Mage, but in terms of which profession has the least dependence and the best adaptability from a fledgling to becoming a legend, it can only be Druid. The grain reserve is still small. If Zhao Mai has the patience to wait for the first half of the year for it to fully develop, then the cooperation between the two will not be a simple one plus one effect.

In this world, it seems that the only thing he can completely trust is his food reserves. Zhao Mai squatted down and scratched its chin. It is said that dogs are man's most loyal friends, and it seems to be true now. It had been so long since he fell into the water, but none of the three people came to check on him, which made him feel a little chilled. Looking up at the moonlight in the sky, there is only a fishhook-like crescent moon hiding behind the clouds. It will be another lightless night.

The druid's prayer (zero-level spell) can be used indefinitely. Zhao Mai only needs to continue to cast the light spell to still ensure lighting on the way forward. But in this way, he will expose his position, which is definitely not safe enough. Coupled with the hunger in the belly and the sleepiness in the body, now is definitely not a good time to rush.

No matter what happens, we have to wait until tomorrow. Zhao Mai used the faint light at the edge of the forest to find a bush with berries. First treat it with purified grain, then cushion it with leaves and place it gently on the ground.

Grab a handful of grass leaves, squeeze out the grass juice and drip it on the berries, then pour a few drops of water, and Zhao Mai begins to use the ritual method to perform the Magic Berry Technique, which can enhance the effect of the spell. Under his mobilization, the surrounding natural forces began to gather, bringing vitality with them and slowly instilling it into the berries. The small fruit, which was originally only the size of a ladybug, began to grow larger under the influence of the spell, and its color became brighter and fuller. A few minutes later, after the ceremony ended, four berries completed the transformation and became magic berries that stored the natural force.

This is a spell that only belongs to druids. No other profession, including rangers who also survive in the wilderness, can cast it. Every magic berry that stores natural force can be used as food to supply an adult's food and drinking water needs for a day. At the same time, it can also treat minor injuries. Most importantly, Zhao Mai heard that this food tastes very good and will give people the most original but pure feeling of full and happy.

It is said that he will not gain weight...

Reserve one grain and two more to eat tomorrow. Zhao Mai opened his mouth wide, held the berry in his mouth, then closed his mouth and bit it in one bite. The sweet taste goes straight from the mouth to the belly, and then spreads throughout the body. After a while, my nose, head, and all parts of my body felt refreshed, and my hunger was swept away. Zhao Mai took a deep breath, filled with admiration for this spell. No wonder it is said that Druid will never starve to death. This spell undoubtedly has its important role.

But no spell is perfect. Although my stomach is full, my mouth feels uncomfortable as it is empty. The way of eating without chewing is a bit regrettable. Zhao Mai misses chewing gum especially now.

Okay, good brother, let's get some sleep. Zhao Mai climbed up the tree, holding the food reserves in his arms: We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Zhao Mai was awakened by the sound of birds, and it seemed that the forest came to life overnight. Compared with the excessive silence last night, there was too much noise this morning. After a while, Zhao Mai saw two squirrels running across the branches beside him, chasing each other and playing, seemingly not in a hurry for food.

A dazzling magic prayer was released casually, and a violent flash of light exploded in front of the squirrel's eyes. The little animal did not expect that it would suffer such a bad fate. It lost its balance and fell directly from the tree. Zhao Mai curled his lips, somewhat dissatisfied with the power of this spell. Druid is good at everything except the non-offensive prayer spells. If you can spray ice rays everywhere like a mage, you will have many more methods.

Pick up two squirrels that were thrown to death from under the tree, pick them apart with the bayonet on the musket, and deal with them briefly. Zhao Mai knew that his skills in handling prey and cooking were not good, but with the help of food purification prayers, there would be no problems with eating. One gave him food reserves, and the other went into his stomach. He only felt that he was full of fighting spirit.

Since you don't come to me, then I will go to you. Zhao Mai snorted, picked up the musket and took the puppy up the river. As soon as I arrive at the place where the battle is taking place and I am sure there is no one around, I will immediately turn around and go back to the Departed Walker community. No matter what, I have made an explanation, and there is no reason for anyone to take away my disease-removing medicine.

Using trees to cover his whereabouts, Zhao Mai had to be careful about the kobolds on the other side of the river and be equally cautious about possible situations on the same side. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was still worried about meeting Aphra and others, mainly because he didn't know what attitude to use towards them. Of course, when meeting Lucius, the first thing to do is to knock out his teeth with the butt of a rifle, and then depending on the further development of the situation, decide whether to use a musket or a bayonet to deal with him. Zhao Mai just hoped that Ziyue and Aphra could give a reasonable reason why they didn't go downstream to look for themselves. Beautiful women should always be given preferential treatment. This is a man's obligation.

He was just thinking wildly while moving forward, and soon he discovered that something was wrong. The food reserves began to become inexplicably nervous, and they continued to show hostility to the surroundings, but they could not determine the location of the enemy. Plants on the ground, especially low grasses and mosses, died in patches. Zhao Mai squatted down and touched it with his hands, and the plants turned into sticky debris between his fingers.

Oh, what's going on? Zhao Mai boasted that he had a good understanding of the spell system in the world of Golarion. He basically knew what kind of spells caused what kind of effects. But I haven't heard of any magic that can turn plants into sticky debris. Fire, freezing, corrosion, and dehydration are all common, but none of them can explain the current situation.

The tall trees around were all safe and sound, and only tiny plants died. This should not be a spell specifically targeting the environment, but caused by the power escaping from a certain effect. Zhao Mai thought of this and became more careful. He signaled the reserve to be silent and loaded the musket himself. I also threw away my empty backpack so that I could be more agile and quiet.

The further forward you go, the more damage the plants receive, and the flow of the natural force is also affected. Although it was far from interfering with Zhao Mai's spellcasting, it already made him feel uncomfortable and repelled. This is an additional effect of learning the Druid ability, just like a priest needs to bathe in divine light, and a mage needs to communicate with the elements at all times. Druids are inseparable from the force of nature and are therefore very sensitive to this power.

Walking forward, Zhao Mai saw a familiar river bank. This is where the battle with the kobolds takes place. It's peaceful here now, and the smokey river water makes a gurgling sound. Zhao Mai hid behind the trees and observed patiently.

Soon, he discovered something strange. On the gravel ground by the river lay a dead willow tree. The branches that have turned into gray-black are scattered on the ground, like a nest of entrenched snakes. Under the branches, you can vaguely see an arm, and there is another body next to it.

Zhao Mai tried hard to identify it, but it looked like Lucius's cheetah.