Heating is an auxiliary magic that quickly restores magic value. For magicians, meditation in non-combat states is the best way to restore magic power. Moreover, long-term meditation can also increase the magic reserves of the magic pool and increase the magician's mental power. Heating is different. This type of auxiliary magic has the biggest flaw, that is, they can only slightly increase the original attributes. The amplification effect of heating is not high, and heating can only increase the magic recovery speed by ten percent above the original magic recovery speed.

Kuz snored like thunderously. The little orc especially liked to fall asleep curled up, like a baby raising in the mother's body. I sat in the tent speechlessly, and embarrassedly saw that the anti-magic technique I used automatically disappeared after seventeen minutes. The magic power stored in the limbs and bones in my body was absorbed. It turned out that such a useless heating could only add two minutes to me to maintain the time. This was no different from that. I cursed myself and cursed my lips.

Fortunately, the magic backlash that would have happened to other magicians did not follow. When the magic value in my body was exhausted, the anti-magic was forced to be interrupted. However, at this moment, I felt that the first-level heating seemed to flash slightly less obviously. The hexagonal star-shaped magic symbol jumped slightly in my body. If my magic perception was not much sharper than before, I would have really ignored it. I thought more confidently that after magicians really need to exhaust their magic power, the heating was indeed the kind of growth-assisted auxiliary magic that could be advanced by relying on proficiency.

After thinking about it all, my eyelids were a little heavy and I fell asleep unknowingly.

——Beautiful dividing line—

It's the third day, and there is still no news about the Wind Chaser Adventure Group. I stood on a slightly higher mound and stopped and looked into the distance. Dozens of lakes of large and small are sparkling under the sunset. The tall thunder rhinoceros on the grassland in the distance sounded low, more like the ferry whistle, which could be transmitted far away. This giant land beast, which is several times larger than heavy trucks, will usher in their estrus before entering the summer. Before that, the male thunder rhinoceros will become extremely active, and with gentle temperament, they will become aggressive. This is the first time I have this male thunder rhinoceros will become extremely active, and they will become aggressive with gentle temperament.

Seeing these big guys, the size of an ostrich egg, was full of hostility, and only the drivers and deputys who were closest to them dared to approach them. I guess Mr. Pailus would be in a worse mood. No one would want to climb the mountains on the northern foot of the Pail Plateau when the Thunder Rhinos were in a state of trouble. But we can't stay on this Xinghu grassland for a long time. The Xinghu grassland will soon welcome their real owners. Millions of unicorn bisons will stomp everything here before summer comes and break into the ice and snow tundra further north. I don't want to stay here at that time, and be trampled into meat pies by those violent bisons.

Kuz sat beside me and repeatedly polished a wind wolf tooth with a strip of oil stone to make the wolf tooth a perfect cone arrow as much as possible. This wolf tooth was given to us by Uncle Fred yesterday. At that time, Kuz screamed happily and snatched the wind wolf's tooth from Uncle Fred, and ran happily in the camp for a long time. For the archers, Fenglang's wolf tooth is an excellent arrow material. After polishing it into an arrow, this thing can even shoot through heavy armor. It has a natural wind attribute effect, which can increase the range of the arrow by more than 5%. It is a relatively intimate material on the market.

Of course, Uncle Fred would not give us something in vain. The bottom line that we have always adhered to in this caravan is also the rule here, and no one tries to overthrow it. What Kuz and I need to pay just enough for us. Someone on the dance troupe wanted to ask Kuz to make a delicious dish, and the price was that wolf tooth. I was treated as Kuz's little chef and was forced to come over.

After the guinea pig meat stewed with vermicelli, Kuz's cooking skills became famous throughout the caravan. Many people saw that Kuz danced the spatula in front of the big iron pot and flew up and down, but few people cared about me, who was a little bit of a little by his side. Kuz also wanted to return this honor to me in private, but the little orc was a little guilty about it. But I patted his furry chest and said, "What are you doing with good brothers so?"

Although Kuz still didn't understand why the good brothers couldn't be separated, he was still very happy with my words. This simple little orc had extremely simple minds and would give unreserved support to the people he trusted. I asked him to keep it a secret for me, and he agreed without hesitation.

"Jia, do you think what we prepared can work?" Kuz was a little worried that the dish he prepared would not be recognized. He didn't want the wolf teeth he got back, so he asked me a little uncertainly.

I sat down beside him, holding my knees with my hands, putting my chin on my knees, and just smiled and didn't say anything.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, took a deep breath before saying, "Okay, I understand."

Uncle Fred finally rushed over before sunset and led us to the dance troupe in a swagger. The middle-aged uncle looked a little haggard recently. Although he had slightly cleaned his only leather jacket before coming, I could still smell the faint smell of blood on it. It was difficult for the leopardian not to deal with blood.

I put my hands behind my head and needed to walk very quickly to force myself to follow them "We've been waiting for you for a long time, you're late."

"Yes, if that damn Biji had not scratched his hand, I wouldn't have come late. I have always been the one who obeys the time." Uncle Fred coughed slightly and explained a little embarrassedly. "Master Pailus was very angry recently. No one dared to offend him at this time. I just took an extra piece of cowhide. I think I'm still very fast."

"What you need is not to explain to me, I'm just worried that you can climb onto your bed tonight." I sarcastically said.

As for such a young man, I could say such obscure words, Uncle Fred was choked and didn't know what to say, so he changed the topic, "Kuz, how are the secret seasonings prepared?"

Kuz pulled down the small cloth bag tied around his waist and held it in his hand to signal it. Kuz never liked to communicate with Old Kuru and others other than me. Uncle Fred's eyes lit up when he saw the small cloth bag. He knew that the condiments in the cloth bag would make the food taste unique. Thinking of the delicious food last time, Adam's apple unconsciously made a swallowing action.

Thirteen magic caravans formed a rectangle, like a castle. They were three precious bisons with the blood of a wild bull. They were tied to the grass behind the caravan and were eating grass leisurely, making mooing sounds from time to time. The first time I observed these magic caravans at such a close distance, I used to only look from Kuz from a distance. Now when I walked closer, I found that these caravans were much larger than I thought. The entire body and chassis were cast by black iron. It was estimated that the length of the car was nearly ten meters, but the width was no more than two meters and five meters, and the height was nearly four meters. It looked more like containers with windows and doors. I took a deep breath. How terrifying power was needed to turn it into

Such a giant was towed away. Each caravan had eight cast iron wheels, with exquisite patterns engraved on them, and I could clearly feel that each wheel had a large number of magic arrays, with full magic power flowing in them. The center of each wheel axle was inlaid with egg-sized magic crystals. Old Kulu said that it was this thing that provided continuous energy for the magic array carved on the magic caravan. The main body of the caravan was carved with a large number of exquisite patterns of mandala flowers. I lament what kind of magic array could carry such a giant. In contrast, the power of those huge bisons seemed so insignificant.

From the camp of the dance troupe, girls walking in groups of three or three, and they walked towards the lake not far away with various supplies. Some dancers were wearing long wet hair and carrying washed clothes in wooden basins to the caravan camp. They looked at our group with curious eyes, a very familiar middle-aged uncle, a young orc and a child.

"Fred, didn't you agree not to be late?"

We just stood at the door of the caravan camp. A woman with brown dark flowers in a red dress ran out from the corner. She looked a little taller. When she stood with Uncle Fred, her long hair was even comparable to that of the uncle. The girls in the dance troupe had nothing to say about her figure. I could even feel how powerful her waist, abdomen and slender thighs were. Her eyes were very slender, and her lips were particularly thick and sexy. She walked quickly at this time, quickly spitting out the imperial language with a strong local accent, as if she was a little anxious.

Fred smiled "hehe" and hurriedly leaned over to the woman and said, "There are so many things happening in the business group recently, and you don't know. Didn't you come after all?" While speaking, his hands were very dishonestly touching the soft flesh on the woman's waist.

"Save it off! Miss Seven is still waiting, come with me. Is this the orc who can make unique food?" The woman pushed Fred away and led us into the caravan camp, constantly looking at Kuz.

"Ah, it's him. His name is Kuz, and he is the grandson of the witch doctor Kuru. The child next to him is Jijia, and he is the child who came back by Kuru." Fred introduced us to the woman. I looked at her from the side and realized that he should be very young, but he was dressed up a little maturely.

"Call me Singh!" the woman turned to us and suddenly pointed at me and asked Fred "Does he cook too?"

"Actually, it's not difficult. The main thing is that there is a unique seasoning. If there is that thing, even if I can make it, the heat will be even better than the two of them." Fred began to brag about his cooking skills, and Kutz lowered his head and didn't want to talk much.

My mind has always been on these exquisitely made caravans. They pay attention to all the workmanship and materials, and even every detail is well polished. All the sharp corners of the petals and branches and leaves are polished smoothly, and they will never be scratched by hard edges and corners. I am completely intoxicated by it.
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