Sword and Magic and Taxi

After hearing Zhao Mai's order, Gardener Long first turned his head left and right to find the neural network node on the soil, then jumped over and wrapped his tail around it, crackling and sending electrical signals. Found it. There happens to be a bug team nearby. I turned them around to save some distance. Boss, I also received a message that Saruman, Thrandis and Zeratul arrived at Talion Fortress and are looking for them. And you.

How did these three unrelated guys get together? Monk Zhao Maizhang was confused. Once out of the plot, Zhao Mai was a little confused. After all, he did not have superior analytical skills. However, if you come to me, you shouldn't be here to deal with me - unless Saruman has bewitched both Serandis and Zeratul. Maybe just bewitching Serandis is enough, Zeratul...

Xiaohua covered her mouth and laughed. Zhao Mai was not qualified to criticize Zeratul when it came to listening to his sister. But having said that, the Enlightenment Tree is tens of thousands of years older than Zhao Mai, and Xiaohua is not technically a sister, she is just younger.

Have you seen them? Xiaohua suppressed her laughter, put down her hand, and asked.

Zhao Mai took a look at the food reserves. The dog was urging him to get on the road quickly, otherwise he would easily lose his target. So Zhao Mai shook his head: Let Gardener Long receive them and ask them what's wrong. If they are sure they are here to help, let them come to me.

Well, that's fine too.

So, Reserve Grain walked in front, sniffing around, looking confident. Zhao Mai also has a strong sense of smell, but he kept sniffing until his nose turned red, and he couldn't smell the halfling's smell. Reserve Grain would turn around from time to time, wagging his tail, looking particularly proud.

They are in the northern wilderness of Mordor, which has been shrouded in dark clouds for thousands of years and is almost barren of vegetation. The ash that Mount Doomsday once erupted into the sky continues to fall, covering the place with a layer of black over time. In the low-lying areas, the accumulated ash resembles snow and crunches when stepped on. It hasn't rained here in years, and it hasn't even washed away.

Xiaohua shook her head, how could she know such a thing. The entire north of Mordor was not suitable for plant growth, so the surrounding environment made her feel very uncomfortable. The thin natural force, which is also mixed with the aura of corruption (actually evil will) that disgusts her, can only be relieved slightly when it rests on the soil.

But for Zhao Mai, the discomfort must follow him. The little flower sat on the body of the food reserve in the form of a phantom, saving the energy needed to possess the gardener dragon. She had to keep an eye on Zhao Mai to prevent him from being mentally affected by the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

A big hand was placed on top of his head, and then the surging force of nature enveloped the little flower. Isn't this more comfortable? My ability system is relatively complex and can be converted between each other as long as I'm full, so I don't lack natural force. If the surrounding environment is uncomfortable, just tell me and you're welcome, okay?

Xiaohua nodded vigorously and hummed sweetly. It's just that this happy mood was slightly affected by the Gardener Dragon: Zhao Mai's natural force is most in line with the Z-worm's preferences, so the Gardener Dragon following them lay down and hugged Zhao Mai's arm with a plop. .

Xiaohua immediately took over Gardener Long's body, lay down on Zhao Mai's back a few times, and pulled him by the neck. Anyway, there is a natural force environment, and Zhao Mai will reimburse this consumption, so Xiaohua can naturally feel comfortable.

The only real work is to store food, the rest is for spring outings. Especially after a few transporting bugs arrived, Zhao Mai sat directly on the bug's carapace, holding the legion bread next to him and eating non-stop. Pity the food reserve, sniffing and walking, humming and tumbling as if crying.

In the afternoon, they found a burrow, which went shallowly into the ground. It was probably the nest of a pangolin or lizard. The hole showed signs of being dug, and the removed soil was carefully hidden around it and spread evenly. Zhao Mai signaled the transporter to stay a little further away and not to damage the scene. He used his psychic powers to carry himself and flew over, floating in the air to check for traces on the ground.

Halflings have slept here. Look at their footprints. Although they are very shallow, like a heel, they have a slightly furry feel and are about the same size. You are really good at stocking up on food!

They rested in the cave. There are neat traces of the blankets here. Hey, there is also a small straw bag here. Inside is... Zhao Mai used his psychic tentacles to pull the empty thatched bag out of the innermost part of the cave. He put it under his nose and smelled it: It seems to be Legion bread mixed with the smell of other meats, including salted fish and...rabbit?

Reserve Liang nodded and expressed his appreciation for Zhao Mai's sense of smell. It was finally able to take a rest at this time. It was lying on the back of the transporter worm, receiving a massage from the gardener dragon, and eating some legion bread to fill its stomach.

Wait a minute, are there halfling footprints here! Zhao Mai made a new discovery. About five meters away from the cave, he found another kind of footprints, with slender soles and stubby fingers, about the same length as a halfling, but definitely more dry and slender.

After searching carefully next to the footprints, Zhao Mai found another palm print, which was also slender and shriveled. There are no creatures in Mordor like this, and you can exclude halflings and dwarves. So there is only one answer.

Gulu? Isn't he dead? Zhao Mai scratched his head and said to Gardener Long: Order the springtail to bring Gulu's body over, compare it with the traces here, and then tell me the result.

Gardener Dragon nodded, slid off the carrier bug's back, stood firmly on the ground, then raised his face and opened his mouth. Extremely low-frequency sound waves can travel very far and have a strong ability to burn through obstacles. Gardener Long was actually shouting with all his strength, but no one else could hear him except Zhao Mai.

In fact, Zhao Mai didn't hear it with his ears, but the psychic shield felt the vibration. Gardener Long shouted with his mouth wide open for a while, holding it in until his face turned red and he gasped for air. After a few minutes, Gardener Long swayed his ears, tilted his head and listened for a while, and then said to Zhao Mai: Boss, the news has spread, and there are already jumping dogs to perform this task. But they don't know where the traces are. What it looks like, there is no guarantee that the comparison can be completed.”

That's easy to do. Zhao Mai used his psychic powers to take some soil from the ground, copied it exactly according to the footprints and handprints on the ground, and made a model of the mark. When the body arrives, align the handle or feet with the grooves on the model and put them in, and you will know whether they are the same.

The model will stay here, and a transporter bug will be left as a marker. Its cargo will be transferred to other bugs, as long as it is food. Zhao Mai said to Gardener Long: Notify me when the comparison is completed. result.

Gardener Long nodded and passed on the news. Without the soil, communication can only rely on roaring, but as long as you can still communicate, it is better than knowing nothing. One porter stayed behind to take a nap, while the others ended their rest and continued to follow the smell of stored food.

Zhao Mai still couldn't smell the halfling's smell, so he admired the food reserves even more.