Tree of the Magic World

When the red sun is in the sky, the sun shines through the trees and the mottled mark falls on the ground.

A group of thirteen people walked out of the tribe and plunged into the lush jungle. In addition to Rennes, there are four celebrities including Madsen, and the rest are half-elves.

Of course, there are elves in the tribe, but most of them as liaisons with elven city, or to collect fruits and vegetables, rarely participate in hunting.

In any case, these people are not weak, and act like wind. Perhaps they also have a sense of temptation. Except for staying a little while looking at the trap left, they are walking vigorously at other times.

After about an hour, a sturdy human race picked up a dead deer from the trap, and skillfully peeled and cut the meat to prepare breakfast. Others cast a different look on Rennes, and even some people who originally wanted to see his jokes also recognized his existence at the moment. After all, being able to follow them easily for so long, and looking as usual, is enough to prove Rennes' strength. Rao is so, they did not really accept Rennes, at least when discussing the next action, did not ask Rennes's meaning.

Ten minutes later, the satiated crowd returned to the road, and their goal was deep in the jungle a hundred miles away. According to the half-elves in the team scout role, there is a Tier 3 Warlord. Among them, there are three second-level junior elemental warriors, and the rest are all first-level. Although it is a bit troublesome to deal with this third-level Warcraft lord, it is not difficult to plan well.

"Your Excellency Wizard, although I don't know your strength, but the road ahead will not be as peaceful as before, so please be careful, you must not listen to the command or act privately." Rennes politely said.

Ryan nodded: "I just follow it, I will not cause you trouble."

His words nodded to the satisfaction of some of the hunting team, and also made some people, especially a few young guys, sneer at him. In their view, Rennes promised to be so simple, it must be afraid of lack of strength. Although they have been tested before, in that case, even if Rennes' strength is not enough for elementary element fighters, they can barely keep up.

Methosen saw everyone's reaction in his eyes, frowning frivolously, but did not speak. Ren is an outsider after all, he cannot and will not blame himself for Ren.

Next, the speed of the crowd slowed down, and each time the three scouts explored the way ahead, they continued to move forward. Through keen perception, Ren discovered many breaths of powerful Warcraft, all keeping a certain safe distance from them.

A middle-aged half-elf named Marat had a good heart and taught Rennes a lot of useful knowledge when he was on his way.

"Every Warcraft lord has his own territory, and there will be a small buffer zone between each other's territory, so we should try to find this buffer zone to walk."

"The location of the buffer zone is not absolute, it will change with the strength of the two adjacent Warcraft Lords, so there is no 100% safe road in the jungle."

"What we are hunting this time is a third-order Warcraft Lord Unicorn. The reason why he chose it as a target is on the one hand because its territory is close to the cliff, and on the other hand because of the Warcraft Lord in its surrounding territory. The day just happened to go away. In this way, when we hunt successfully, we don't have to worry about other Warcraft suddenly coming out around. "

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"Remind Uncle 多谢马拉特." Wren a road with a smile, the same small talk very consciously. Even halfway met a sudden run out of nine bands of Warcraft, he obediently pushed aside, bird watching in silence Warcraft fire was set to kill, in the face of that young half-elf defiant eyes, and he just laughed laugh do not speak.

Since ancient times, the law of the jungle is survival, seeing Rennes so good to speak, not to mention a few to see him unhappy guy is wheat soil Sen told him a little contempt.

During this period, Rennes through their own observations, have a more profound understanding of the hunting party. Including the strength and power of each individual property, their character, and face their own attitude.

Write down not revenge that he wanted a few provocative words of guy, this pediatric thing he did not even bother to do it, just to measure if someone in danger, whether they have a shot to help the needed.

Two hours later, they met the first things that can be called trouble, a five-meter-high giant rock blocked their way.

"Is not you stole my wine?" Rock giants emerge from the ground, his eyes reddening towards them angrily.

"Sir, this must be any misunderstanding." Good old Marat quickly said. His response is that huge rock giant fist, the other obviously do not want nonsense.

Wheat soil Mori feel a headache, this low IQ monster is the most annoying, the most important is that this second-order monster lords, rough skin and flesh hard to kill, and death is a pile of stones, no value at all.

"Hands!" Buyiburao seeing each other, he had to make a decision.

A crowd of people acted in an instant, some shot arrows with flames, some acted like wind, a spear left a spark on the rock giant ... Malate sighed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ retreated to Rennes.

Against such a rock giant, although tricky, but it is not particularly difficult, Malat's role is not here.

"The rock giant is the essence of thousands of years of earth elements. It has been transformed by some harsh conditions. They have a good winemaking skills and are addicted to alcohol. Unfortunately, their IQ is low and they are irritable. Marat sighed, "They are not easy to survive, but they have to encounter this kind of thing."

Ryan glanced at Malate strangely, and from this old man, he faintly saw the shadow of Daddy Kana.

"Actually I can stop it." Ren said.

Malate was slightly startled. The half-elf beside him who had just shot an arrow and was exhaling lightly sneered and said with disdain: "Why don't you say you can let it be your master?"

Ryan glanced at him lightly, unreasonable. Malate reacted quickly, he said displeasure: "Coleman, you shut up for me!"

The half-elf named Coleman shrugged disapprovingly, bent his bow again, and muttered in his mouth: "It's just a bragging clan kid."

Malate said sincerely to Rennes: "Everything is alive, if you can, please help the poor little guy."

Rain flashed a flash of light in his head, and asked, "Do you have a blood druid?"

Malate froze, then nodded bitterly. (To be continued.)