The morning is cold and the thin mist is filled with a hint of loneliness. A layer of inconspicuous frost blooms on the blanket when sleeping. It is like the wet rocks under its body and will not warm up again. There is only one last breath of heat left in autumn, while the cold winter is squeezing its throat with both hands.
Feiqi woke up in a trembling trembling and then couldn't fall asleep. His body kept trembling, which was a sign of the muscles trying to generate heat. This trembling made the white mist he exhaled intermittently, but it was enough to make Wumama discover that he had woken up.
"Feich, there's soup, hot."
The gentle call gave him strength, prompting him to slowly squeeze out his sleeping bag. Others were still resting, and it was difficult for everyone to do so, so it would be better not to wake them up.
They rested behind a rock on a leeward hillside, with little space and a little far from the woods, so they could not produce a large campfire. The flames in front of Feichi and Wumama could heat a teapot. However, when they approached the flames, the little heat was enough to make people turn around.
"Drink pine needles and a little mint." Wumama poured Fitch half a cup of hot "tea": "Warm your hands first, if you can move, you can work, and you can take it through."
Wumama doesn't speak much, but at this time he talks more - Feiqi understands this change. In order to avoid being attacked by wild beasts at night, they take turns to watch every day, which means facing the darkness alone in the middle of the night.
Starlight and moonlight are good friends, but all sounds are enemies. The wind blows through branches, ridges, and crevices of rocks, and makes different hums, like a resentful banshee breathing gently in his ears. Big animals and small animals stuff their emotions into the wind and suddenly pierce into the hearts of people who are already too tense. This is purely torture. Especially when hearing a branch making a crisp "crack" sound when it is stepped on, the night becomes the figure of various imagined monsters.
At this time, I could only prick up my ears and be alert and never dare to fall asleep. However, after a period of time, people would doubt whether the previous "crack" had happened, and was it an illusion? It was impossible to prove it or tell others, so when the vigil was about to end and a friend woke up, people were chatty.
"It's the tenth day. Can you still hold on with your body?" Wumama gently broke a branch and stuffed it into the campfire. Soon, everyone who felt the light changes would wake up one after another. It was time to increase the firepower and heat the dry food.
"I have never suffered such sin before, so I can't answer you unless I can't hold on." Feiqi took a sip of tea with a plant aroma, and his vitality flowed into his body with the heat. The feeling was no different from being resurrected from hell. "Wummama, what should we eat in the morning?"
"There is still a meal left for portable dry food, which is today's breakfast. Soak the boiled hot spring water, add some wine, and add two cloves of garlic. After that, we have to decide what to eat according to the hunting situation, or the air-dried meat strips."
"For Di Li, trouble is about to begin."
Wumama nodded. The elf’s custom is not to eat meat, and their demand for protein and oil is solved from plants. Everyone has been saving dry food for Didrit and leaving her purely plant-based biscuits and bread. However, these things will always deteriorate in the wild, which is more lasting than the meat strips cured with salt.
"Unless there are dehydrated vegetables or canned food," Fitch muttered.
Wumama heard it, but she didn't hear it. In fact, the main reason was that she couldn't understand it. For the past ten days of going out, Feiqi has been practicing spells. Even in the gap between stories, the phrase "SUA" has basically become a common spell that everyone can't shake. Even when they sleep, the sound of "SUA, SUA" echoes in their dreams. There is no way, his story is too nice and he practices too hard. In order to get the former, the latter had to endure it.
In addition to SUA, Feiqi is also experimenting with other spells, so from time to time, nouns that everyone cannot understand will pop up from time to time, such as dehydrated vegetables or canned food. At the beginning, everyone was curious and asked him what those words were. Feiqi did not hide it and would tell everyone, but no one could understand it. The things involved seemed to make some sense, but they were more like some kind of imagination. Considering that Feiqi did not show madness, the things that everyone could not understand must be magic spells.
At this moment, Didert turned over, swung his arms from the water bag to the other side, and almost hit Ramsden's round nose. "Dirty..." she said vaguely.
Diderit was the only one who put his arms outside his sleeping bag when he was sleeping. The temperature in the mountains did not seem to have any effect on her. Not only that, in terms of endurance, flexibility and strength, she also overwhelmed several people except Kelle and Tron with an absolute advantage, which made Ramsden and Wumama a little frustrated. However, Kelle said that Diderit's abilities come from goddesses, and their abilities come from daily training and practice, which are actually better than hers.
Feiqi couldn't see where the advantages of physical training over divine training were, but he wouldn't break it. Whether it was physical strength, mana, divine power or the devil's hell power, as long as he could meet his expectations, it would be good. He watched Diderit turn over and said to Wumama: "It seems that he is almost awake. Keep staring outside, I'll make breakfast."
Wumama seemed to have said enough and became silent again. He looked out from the edge of the rock, and the dawn and mist stroked his face, melting the faint white frost. At this time, Feiqi felt that he was a woman sitting in the painting, staring at the future.
"It must be the illusion caused by monotonous food."
Weighted and coordinated calculations can improve the efficiency of use of items, but they are sorry for the stomach and intestines in many ways. This evil consequence will become more and more serious as their stay in the wild grows. At this time, distant memories of various delicious dishes in the previous life will emerge and torture him, just as hell is to the soul of ordinary people. Being unable to get something and being reluctant to leave is a curse that can never be escaped. Feiqi realized this more and more, and his only way to deal with it is to divert his attention.
“SUA.”
As he focused, several things around him floated up one by one and then headed to his respective destinations. Firewood, pots, water bags, dry food, seasonings, Fitch could not carry them at the same time, and could only control one at a time. However, as long as the destination was set, the spell could allow these items to slide on their own. Although the speed could not be increased, just like feathers could not accelerate by themselves in free fall, at least they would maintain movement in a calm manner until they encountered greater resistance or were re-controlled by the next "SUA".
Tron sat up suddenly and looked around alertly without finding any danger. He turned to Fitch, who kept making SUA SUA sounds in his mouth, and said, "I feel like my brain is being pulled into the air - this is the most terrifying spell to get up."
"What to eat for breakfast?" This is Diderit's voice. Her voice is graceful and agile as a elves, but it also has the shortness and power unique to humans. After all, the paladin of the goddess is a militarized organization, mainly humans, so this shortness is a habit developed when training.
"What else can it be? Soak the dry food in wine, and add a little irritating smell." Feiqi stirred the steaming soup pot with a long spoon, hoping to make the dry food inside more evenly. "After this meal, there was no dry food, so I could only eat meat. Diedlit, what should you do?"
"I can eat whatever you eat, and meat can be done." Nothing strange was heard from the elf's voice. She came out of her sleeping bag and looked into the soup pot, as if she wanted to see the difference from the day-to-day ones. "I asked the goddess if she could eat meat, and the goddess said it was okay. I had eaten it, but her stomach was acceptable."
"You are the first meat-eating elf I've ever heard of." Kelly woke up and moved quickly and started folding his sleeping bag. "Don't worry too much, we will pay attention to looking for plant-based foods on the road. In fact, if the Wumama hadn't destroyed the traces yesterday, we could actually track the squirrels and find some nuts from their nests."
"I'm sorry." Wumama lowered her head.
Kelly did not continue to criticize him. This was very different from usual, but everyone liked the change. "Today's task is very important, everyone is energetic. Ramsden, stop rubbing his eyes, tell me what to do today?"
Xiaopang returned half of his yawning back and said quickly: "We found the location where the knights were attacked three days ago. Based on the clues there, we tracked the griffin's nest all the way. Yesterday, we discovered another attack location, which is newer than before. Today's mission is to start searching from this location, preferably close to the griffin's nest, at least locking its range of movement, and then looking for places where the traps can be arranged."
"Tron, what should I pay attention to?" Kelly had folded his sleeping bag and tied it up, and he continued to ask.
"Griffin may appear at any time, so you need to increase your alert level, so you must have two pairs of eyes looking at the sky at any time." Tron said while thinking, thinking: "The crossbow must be in a state of being fired, and every two people must maintain a safe distance. From now on, we enter the light-fit combat readiness state, and this is our second supply and retreat position."
Are you going to prepare for a fight? Feiqi thought about it and made himself excited and nervous. He could clearly remember the scene when he first encountered the attack when he arrived at the Ice Peak Fortress, and the griffin's claws slipped past his eyes; if he recalled it carefully, he seemed to be able to remember the gaze earlier, when the griffin was hovering in the sky, looking down and selecting prey.
That was the hunter's gaze, and now he wanted his eyes to give that kind of gaze.
"Do you have to keep quiet today and can't listen to the story?" Diderit suddenly thought of this and felt a little unhappy.
Chapter completed!