Sword and Magic and Taxi

The dwarf illusionist Greens Mumu thought he had avoided the sight of ranger Carl and used magic to become invisible and then entered the jungle. He cast a tracking spell on that human being. As long as he was still within a range of fifteen miles, he could know the exact location, and he could sense the general direction within a range of thirty miles. There was only a three-hour time difference, and it was impossible for him to escape from this range.

Through insinuations, he found out some information about this human being. Mike is a person who can't even speak the common language clearly. He is most likely an outsider, and he is also the most inexperienced guy. The dwarf's suspicion was somewhat confirmed by the ranger, but he failed to find out how Mike arrived in this world.

It seems that the salt-making technology is also from another world. How can it not be used to benefit this world? The illusionist felt that his reason was sufficient. He could not delay something that could improve the happiness of all living beings around the world, so he summoned He got out of his mount and began to speed up the pursuit.

A large pure white dog appeared in front of him, with his head lowered and prepared to serve him submissively. The animals created by summoning the mount spell do not need to eat, drink or rest. They are equipped with all saddles and reins, and are more docile than real mounts when riding. However, the dwarf's magical ability is only enough to maintain the spell for about six hours.

It would be dark after six hours, and it would be impossible to continue the pursuit even with mounts, so such a short maintenance time would not delay anything. The dwarf rode on the back of the big dog, patted its head with his hand and set off on his journey. He opened his backpack and placed the scrolls he might need on the outside where they could be easily grabbed.

Charming humans was the first spell he thought of. This spell could change Mike's perception of himself and become like a good brother who talked about everything. Maybe after talking for a while, Mike could fully explain the salt-making technology. After that, should we let him go?

The dwarf had not yet made up his mind. He hopes to persuade Mike not to get involved in the salt industry. Elf alchemy salt is not just a product. There are many businessmen and stakeholders forming a huge network, closely monitoring whether there will be anyone who disrupts the situation. That is not a relationship that a newcomer to the outside world can shake.

Mike will definitely be eaten alive by these people, not even the dregs will be left. It is not the duty of a friend to watch him take this dead end.

In fact, dwarf villages may not be able to completely withstand attacks that may come from elves, and they cannot rely on the illusion barrier outside the village. For the beasts in the healthy forest, those illusions are enough to isolate them, but facing the elves who are more proficient in magic, the barrier is as meaningless as an unlocked door.

After thinking about it, it was better not to involve the village in this matter, and to bear all the risks by myself. The dwarf feels that although he is small, he is very responsible. He imagined that he would return to the village, bring a large amount of supplies to expand the barrier, and then be warmly welcomed, and he couldn't help but smile.

He felt that McKibben was no longer moving, moving only within a small area. Look at the sky, it's almost dusk, and the other party is probably preparing a camping place. It looked like he didn't take many things with him when he left, so he must be very busy now.

Now that he knew this situation, he also consciously slowed down a bit. Riding a summoning dog consumes no physical energy at all, but there are often shrubs, thorns and other plants blocking the way in the forest. Summoned mounts are not as smart as real mounts. They don't know pain, so they don't know how to avoid, often causing wounds to dwarves. The dwarf didn't want to appear in front of the enemy with scars and wounds, and his smell might expose him. So he concentrated on directing his horse to walk, choosing those easy paths.

By the time it got dark, he was sure he had caught up with Mike. From a long distance away, he could smell a faint aroma of food, but he couldn't tell whether it was meat or fungi being grilled. Dense trees blocked the view, but the looming firelight could still be seen flickering.

A low triangular shed was built with a few branches next to the campfire, just big enough to curl up under. A pile of grass blades was spread haphazardly on the shed, with a gap large enough to fit a fist through. If it rains, the shed is useless and cannot stop the rain.

Zhao Mai turned his back to the bonfire, curled up and hid in the shed, sleeping soundly. The leather armor was his pillow, and the shield was used as a wall, blocking the direction of the back of his head and affecting the dwarf's sight. But with the help of the bonfire, the dwarf seemed to see the dagger and ax placed next to Zhao Mai's legs. He was fully clothed and didn't take off his shoes, which was the right choice.

The leather bag with salt was next to the campfire, probably to prevent moisture. However, in this way, the roasted salt powder will emit some smell, which is enough to attract animals with a keen sense of smell. Whether it is a leopard or a tiger, they will come to take a look out of curiosity. Besides, there is still the smell of barbecue here. I really don’t know if this Mike is looking for death.

The dwarf approached cautiously, pricking up his ears to listen to the sounds around him. Suddenly a burst of weird music entered his ears, soothing and beautiful music, completely incomprehensible lyrics, different from any music he knew.

Looking around, a luminous object was placed next to the shield, about the size of a human hand. The music was coming from there, and there seemed to be rows of text scrolling up. If you listen carefully, you will find the lightness and holiness in this music, which makes people relax involuntarily and just want to be intoxicated and immersed in it.

Similar to the effect of a sleep spell? The dwarf bit his lip and secretly became more vigilant. He didn't believe that Mike was a spellcaster, otherwise he wouldn't be indifferent to the tracking spell he cast. The dwarf dismissed his mount, cast his invisibility spell again, and cautiously approached the fire.

There are two trip wires made of vines hidden between the tree roots, which act as a simple alarm. However, this trick cannot be fooled by the dwarf. He can step over by raising his legs hard. The fallen leaves on the ground are a little slippery, and there is too much moss around here. But it's not without its benefits, at least the sound becomes quieter when walking.

The spell of charming humans needs to be close to the other person before it can be cast. It must be within ten meters anyway. It is best to look into the other person's eyes and stare at the other person's expression. The dwarf came to the fire and felt that the distance was almost there, so he took out his wand and began to recite a spell.

The chirping sounds mixed with the crackling sound of the fire, and a red beam of light shot at Zhao Mai. The red light outlined the curves of his lying body, and then dissipated in all directions like a blown dandelion.

The dwarf's eyes widened.