Reckless Through The New World

"It seems that even the wolf at night is not simply 'refreshed'." Wusian used a few spells for himself, and slowly flew into the air, a pair of eyes emitting strong light like searchlights, far in the dark night. The ground was irradiated, and after watching it for a long time, he returned to the ground, and said thoughtfully.

"The number is less, and the courage is less." Yunero said, "It's not at all like the wolf last night, but it's a bit like the ones I met during the day."

"When hunting near the castle, the wolves encountered at night are almost like this." Wu Mian said, "It is a little more vicious than the daytime, and it appears much more frequently, but in the final analysis, it is still an ordinary wild wolf, far from last night. That kind of aura that is not afraid of death, the number is not at the same level."

"What does that mean?" Panda asked.

Wumian shook his head: "I can't come to a conclusion for the time being. Let's go back to the village first, and I'll have a good chat with the rest of the strategy team tomorrow, discuss it carefully, and then decide."

He thought about it for a while, then frowned and said, "No, it's too slow and too troublesome to talk at length in private chat... It seems that I still have to go back to the city..."

As he said that, his wand lit up with a dazzling red light, and then pointed it at his head, smiling to imitate the sound of a shot being fired.

"boom!"

The crimson light penetrated the key point accurately, and the Crispy Mage's life value bottomed out at once. His body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into countless spots of light, disappearing in front of everyone.

In the castle hall in the depths of the grassland, the guild crystal with the height of one person flashed, and the sleepless figure quickly condensed next to the crystal. When his figure completely turned into a real body, he staggered suddenly, and hurriedly supported the crystal, so that he did not fall to the ground.

"Although I've died several times, I'm still not used to this feeling of weakness..." He muttered, "I don't know if the mission of returning to the city of Talar City can still be done, if there is a city-returning stone. , I don't have to commit suicide and go back to the city."

He rested for a few minutes before he was refreshed. Then, using his wand as a crutch, he staggered out of the hall, walked all the way along the corridor that had been restored to light, climbed the stairs skillfully, turned a few more turns, and came Go to the library on the second floor.

There are no bookshelves in the library, but there are many thin wooden boards with many characters written on them with charcoal sticks. Several people in different clothes are writing and writing here. The magic lamp on the roof casts a bright light, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night in the library, and their work does not distinguish between day and night at all. They are role models of labor.

Wu Mian knocked on the door and woke them up.

"Huh? Why are you here, Wu Mian? Didn't you go out with the negotiation team?"

"The negotiation mission has been completed? Could it be that many days have passed before we knew it?"

"You think too much." Wumian sighed, "I came back by suicide. I have collected a lot of valuable information this time, and I need to discuss it with you before we can draw a final conclusion."

"What information can be more important than sorting out the game data?" A gray-robed elf mage asked with a frown.

Wu Mian smiled and said confidently: "Information about 'wild monster', 'refresh', 'mission', 'plot' and 'boss'."

These words suddenly made the nerds of the strategy group widen their eyes, so they hurriedly gathered around and asked Wu Mian what happened. A group of people dropped the unfinished work at hand and discussed it excitedly.

For the members of the strategy group, writing strategies by dictation is really not an interesting thing, and researching, discussing and writing new strategies is their favorite thing.

In Kalipura Village, the pandas and the others returned overnight, and there was one less person in the team, which surprised and worried the guards.

"That... Mr. Eric... what happened to him?" the guard asked nervously.

"He was in a hurry and went back with magic." Panda said lightly, "Magic is very convenient."

Only then did the guards feel relieved and asked them how they had harvested tonight.

Yuneruo shook his head, sighed and said, "I don't know if those wolves were killed by us last night, or because they were shrewd. I didn't encounter a few wolves this time."

"Perhaps it was almost killed by you guys," said one of the guards, "I remember hearing from the traveling merchant that the best way to deal with wolves is to find a group of powerful adventurers and kill a large number of them in one go. At least ten years in peace."

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, and Zhang Sun Wu, who was wearing a helmet, had closed his eyes, concentrated on opening the private chat channel, and told Wu Mian the news.

Everyone slept soundly that night, and the panda got up early the next morning to exercise. He came to the gate of the village, but saw that the teenagers had already gathered here, waiting for his arrival.

He couldn't help laughing, nodded, and walked over.

"You have done a good job, but don't get up so early in the future." He said, "You are still young, your body has not yet grown, you need enough sleep to grow tall and strong. For us martial arts practitioners, the body is It's the root of everything. No matter how well a short and thin man can practice kung fu, he can't beat a tall, burly man."

The teenagers nodded again and again, and asked when it was better to come.

"Have breakfast, do some housework, and then come back." Panda repeated what the teacher told him back then, "Some people think that the air in the early morning is the best, but it's not true. The same. Every morning is actually the time when the air is the dirtiest and most turbid. Always wait until the sun reaches the third pole, the sun shines brightly, the turbid air at night is dissipated, and the flowers, plants and trees produce a lot of oxygen, which is really suitable for exercise. time."

"An old legend says that in real kung fu, you have to see the dark, sleep only when it is dark, and wake up when it is dark. That's storytelling. You can't do this with real practice, you need to talk about science."

The teenagers naturally seem to understand but do not understand - just like Panda himself, who just learned from his master.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, just remember it." Panda smiled and patted the head of one of them. "When I first learned kung fu, I was younger than you, and I couldn't understand it either."

"Master, were you too young back then?"

"It's hard to imagine... Master, you are so tall and strong..."

"Master's face is very good-looking, and he must have been very popular when he was young!"

Panda laughed secretly, his face was not his real appearance, but a panda face. as a child? Of course, pandas were liked when they were young. In any zoo, there is not a large group of people around pandas to watch the fun! Especially red pandas, the panda channel on Weibo is the most popular group of red pandas.

If I were looking like this on Earth, my life-long affairs would have been resolved long ago. Why would I need to be a member of the single party of the code farmers...