"I have to rely on you for the reserved grain." Zhao Mai looked at the puppy sitting cross-legged in front of him, and couldn't even reach out to touch it. Even if the reserved grain can help him tie it up, it is best to do it after the arm is almost restored. "Food, water, these two are the most basic. I don't know how many times your teleportation can be used, but be careful not to be caught. Remember, don't be caught!"

The reserve grain tilted its head, then sniffed for a few breaths. Then, it went to the corner of the log prison to raise its legs and pee, then shook its tail, and the teleportation disappeared.

The convoy in Taixi's will not stop, and they continue to march towards Tyr as always. The guards who were killed in the battle will be thrown on the Gobi Desert after they are completely wiped out. The sun and sand will dispose of these corpses, and the same will be given to animals that eat scavenging. However, before they arrive, the reserved food is found.

Survival is cruel. It is not etiquette and rules that run through the ecosystem, but the food chain. Reserved grain walks in the middle of the pile of corpses, sniffs it with your nose, and then starts to fill your stomach.

There was a vibration from the ground, and several scavenging beetles drilled out. However, there was enough meat here, so they ignored the reserved food. However, the food eaten by scavenging beetles will become "dirty", and other creatures will be infected with diseases and become new corpses after eating. So the puppy completed the food as soon as possible, then tore off and held a large piece of meat in his mouth, relying on his own urine marking, and teleported back to Zhao Mai next to him.

"You let me eat this? Raw?" Zhao Mai was stunned, then there was a wave of disgust. The reserved grain put down the things, walked over, lie down gently, and put his head on Zhao Mai's legs. It raised its head to look at its owner, then licked its lips, licking the traces stained with blood on its lips to a little lighter.

All along, the reserved grains are eaten the same as Zhao Mai, all of which are cooked. Only eating dry marching food occasionally is considered cold food. In fact, this dog is spoiled by Zhao Mai, and has never suffered any hardships. He hunts very few times. Zhao Mai looked at it and smiled self-deprecatingly. It was obvious that he asked the reserved grains to find something to eat, but why did he still dislike it in the end? Do you still want the reserved grains to go to the convoy to find food? Can you force it to take such risks?

Since this world is still in barbarism, only barbarism can survive in this world. Force and power are far away for Zhao Mai. He thought he could reason with the Templar Warriors, but the final result was that he was imprisoned. He gradually understood why the person who eventually overthrew the witch king's power was a gladiator, because only those who constantly experience cruelty and barbarism on the line of life and death can truly represent the will of this world.

"Give it to me, I'll eat it." Zhao Mai said to the reserved grain: "I said before, you can eat whatever I eat, and our food is consistent. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise. Protein and fat are nothing more than these things. Since I need to become a beast, then I'll become a beast."

He used his teeth to bite the flesh and blood, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. Zhao Mai endured the discomfort and swallowed it quickly after chewing it simply, hoping that his digestive system would solve the remaining problems. This wild eating method seemed to activate something. Although there was still a "repression collar" around his neck, Zhao Mai clearly felt a little natural force flowing in his body.

He quickly closed his eyes, meditated and communicated with this natural force, and penetrated his bloodline again. Although Wadsworth said that he could not train natural transformation, which would gradually cause his body to collapse. But he needs help now, and in his bloodline, he can get such help.

A more robust digestive system is more effective than any therapeutic agent in the current situation. Zhao Mai resists psychological discomfort and places all hope on his body, the body of a human being evolved over millions of years. How long has the history of human use of fire lasted, and what about the time span of eating raw meat and drinking blood? There are always some hidden powers in the bloodline. Natural Force will dig it out and apply it to deal with the current situation. This is the order issued by Zhao Mai to the Force.

Only by better access to nutrition can we recover better; only by better recovery can we get rid of difficulties. With the hope brought by this shi of natural force and the unswerving help of reserved grain, Zhao Mai has confidence that we can definitely get everything back on track!

"Taixi'an!" Zhao Mai took a bite of the meat and hummed. "Taixi'an, Taixi'an, Taixi'an..."

In this way, Zhao Mai was kept in this dark cage, and could only know the day and night change through the temperature changes in the outside world. The reserve grain always helped him find food, and it could always find food. Most of it was captured wild prey, and occasionally it would steal some food from humans in the convoy while others were not paying attention. Fortunately, there was not a sea of ​​sand along the way, and there were always some animals in the air. In addition, Zhao Mai's previous battle greatly reduced the number of guards, so luck was always with the reserve grain, and they "always found what they wanted" (thanks to Xue Pacacia). After eating too much, Zhao Mai quickly became accustomed to all kinds of wild game, and his strong digestive system worked very hard. He also kept hypnotizing himself, imagining that he was Yang Guo with broken arms, and the reserve grain was a god eagle, bringing him all day long all the time.

The only regret is that there is no snake gall that can increase its ability, it is just the meat of various animals. In order to find these foods, the reserve grain has also gone through many struggles and was bullied. When Zhao Mai was eating, he gently licked his wounds with his tongue, without a single complaint.

Once a certain amount of natural force is accumulated, Zhao Mai will treat the reserve grain. When he receives the influence of the suppression collar, these force are always a drop in the bucket. They can only be a simple guide and cannot be constructed into a complete spell. Whether humans or dogs, the wounds are not recovering quickly. Therefore, Zhao Mai keeps squeezing his potential, hoping to have more and more. He is just like he is doing weight-bearing training, but this time he is training the muscles, but the mastery and use of natural force.

Taixi'an has always not known that he was catching a spellcaster, and he was too superstitious about the power of suppressing the collar, thinking that Zhao Mai has been weak. Where he could not see, Zhao Mai was recovering and exercising, and the same was true for reserved grain. Fighting and wild food along the way allowed the reserved grain to grow rapidly, and the wildness on his body became more and more abundant. His hard teeth and sharp claws were longer and stronger back. It was becoming more and more like a wolf, not that kind of stupid domestic pet. Although Zhao Mai still didn't understand why it could teleport, it didn't matter. The reserved grain was his brother, and the more it would be, the better.

It was all up to enough meat, and his recovery speed was much faster than others expected, but he was careful to hide this. Every two or three days, Taixi'an would ask half of the giant to pull him out of the prison car to check his condition. First, the suppression collar on his neck, and then the recovery of his arms. At this time, Zhao Mai would always find opportunities to yell, interfere with the inspection process, or use a lot of talk to attract Taixi'an's attention.

This Templar has assembled the Giant Tooth Beast, but it cannot be fired. Zhao Mai has destroyed the firing device long ago, and this step has allowed him to live for the time being. "Is the city of Tyr?" Zhao Mai always asked this.

"Do you have any connection in Tyr City, which high-level templar or a member of the parliament?" Tessian kept thinking about it, feeling that everyone seemed suspicious. "Your masked alliance has penetrated into that layer. Tell me a few names and I will consider making you feel more comfortable."

"I'm not from the masked alliance." The more Zhao Mai said, the less Tessian believed it. "If you do this, it will affect the rule of King Carac and will not be beneficial to you."

"You still have time to care about me, the masked one." Taixian grabbed Zhao Mai's neck and asked him to see what was going on in the team: "Did you see, your newly bought slave is already working for me, and your fool slaves in the past are about to recognize the reality. Only you, a guy who is not smart, is still thinking about fighting against me. What qualifications do you have?"

A severe pain exploded from Zhao Mai's mind, and Taixi'an stretched out his mind's tentacles. Zhao Mai immediately thought in a mixture of Mandarin and Graleon language, forcing himself to construct a novel in his mind. Although the words were broken under the whip of the mind's supernatural powers, Taixi'an could only find strange and strange theories, and could not dig out any useful things.

Although Zhao Mai was affected by the suppression collar, he could not use his psychic powers, but the self-training he had conducted before still built a barrier, and the skills of defensive thinking and self-hypnosis were still there. What he was most worried about now was that Taisian handed him over to the Witch King King Karak. The Witch King-level Psychic power could easily extract all the information in his mind or directly control him.

"You...you need to exchange for what you want to know." Zhao Mai will sweat profusely after being beaten by the soul, but he always holds up and says to Tesian: "You raided and snatched my stuff. If you don't have strong guarantees to make me convinced that I can survive, I will not tell you those things!"

"Support?" Taisian thought, would this be the trick of the masked alliance? Why not justify it? "What kind of guarantee do you want? Maybe I will consider your proposal."

"You can do it yourself. You are a high-level templar, and there is always a way to solve it."
Chapter completed!