Chapter 11： Long road ahead (1/2)

It’s not a romantic thing to wander around the world. Among the exciting relics, magic, behemoths and hero stories, there are more practical problems that have to be faced – such as the wind and the night in the wild. How to fill your stomach.

The fugitive journey was in a hurry, especially on the premise that the castle was broken and the last few guards died to resist the last moment. No one could have the time to prepare a bag full of dry food, and everyone finally set off. The place is the ancestor mausoleum, and the place is not like a place to store food...

So the amber belly is hungry, everyone is aware of the real problem that is imminent.

Surrounded by a wasteland, there are no bare roots. The opposite side of the hillside is the Cecil collar that has been turned into a ruin of the sea of ​​fire, but there is a jungle somewhere far below the hillside.

In this magical medieval place, the jungle outside the town is synonymous with danger. Civilized lights can't shine, except the beast is a robber and a monster, but the jungle also means another thing: there will be more food.

And to go to the town of Tanzan in the north, I also had to go through this jungle.

The group found a flat and open place on the edge of the forest to rest temporarily, and then began to allocate the person responsible for finding food.

Gao Wen first looked at the little girl who was so sleepy. This little girl named Betty was really lacking in existence, but she was bold enough. She was not scared when she came flying. Of course, it may be Being scared and stupid, so no response. At this time, the little girl was holding the pan tightly in her hand. She stood nervously and nervously. After taking care of Gao Wen’s line of sight, she narrowed her neck slightly.

"Betty, Hetty, Rebecca, the three of you stay here, Byron, you stay as a guard," Gao Wen said. "Other people go hunting with me. Including you, amber."

Betty is not fighting. Heti and Rebecca are different as magicians, but they are not suitable for chasing beasts in the woods, and they are very depleted. From the battles in the castle until now, there is no The opportunity to recover from meditation is a fatal problem for the caster who needs a good mental state to exert his strength, so it is better to stay home and return to the blue as soon as possible.

The three loyal family warriors certainly didn't complain about these arrangements, but Amber opened his eyes: "Why should I go too? I am so tired!"

Gao Wen glanced at her: "I touched your ears, how many of them have a half-eld pedigree, don't follow me to the forest to hunt and say that my ancestors lived on the tree?"

Amber flat mouth, full of resentment: "You are a racial prejudice - who told you that the elf must be hunting in the woods, I am learning to sneak, not to patrol..."

"You dig my grave."

Amber: "...well."

Gao Wen led three soldiers and a half-elf who claimed to be unhunted to go hunting in the woods, leaving the loyal Byron Knight and the three ladies to watch the house in the makeshift camp.

After arranging some vigilance runes with little remaining magic, Herti sat on the stone with exhaustion, and Rebecca led Betty around the warning range of the Byron Knight, then holding a The small bundle came back from the dry branches found nearby.

After the branches were piled on the ground, Rebecca stepped back two steps, lifted the staff, and chanted the most basic fire spell, and an unstable burst fireball condensed in the air.

Herti stopped the opponent before the fireball exploded: "Forget it, let me come."

After igniting the bonfire with a normal magical flame, the cold air accumulated in the underground tunnel and the early morning wind finally got out of the body. Heti sighed and looked at Rebecca with some helplessness: "When can you? Learn magic outside of fireball..."

Rebecca shyly bowed his head: "Sorry, aunt."

"Don't be so easy to show the appearance of nothing, even if you apologize, don't make your head low like this," Herti squinted at her forehead. "You are already a person who inherits the title, do you know? Your performance today... ... To be honest, the ancestor was probably disappointed, although he did not show it."

Rebecca suddenly got nervous: "So... what?"

Heti groaned and sighed: "Hey, what can you do? Look at the way the family is now. I am afraid that no child of Cecil can satisfy the ancestors. What we look like today... and the family The glory is too disproportionate."

Rebecca grinned hard. For her, she grew up in accordance with the life track of the general aristocratic children. Recently, she experienced a series of things that greatly exceeded her cognition. There is no teacher. Telling her how to face these things - whether it is the attack of magic waves and monsters, or the fact that the ancestors climbed out of the coffin - all this made the young Viscount Miss feel helpless.

After a moment of silence, Rebecca finally got the courage: "Aunt, you think the ancestor... Is he really resurrected?"

Hetty looked at Rebecca's eyes and she could easily guess the prostitute's mind.

"Do you doubt the ancestor or doubt the resurrection of the ancestors?"

"Actually, I know I shouldn't doubt it, but it's a bit unbelievable."

"I am the same, but the truth is in front of me," Herti shook her head. "I still remember the first lesson that every magic apprentice must learn? It's not a theoretical knowledge and a magic formula, but a maxim: true. It runs counter to common sense, but the truth is always true. This sentence is also true in areas other than magic."