The fog in the mountains is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Even the cold wind in the mountains is powerless, but this is not a big problem for the druids. The fog still belongs to the realm of the natural force, and on the Westeros, the force is at your fingertips.

Zhao Mai stretched his hands forward and raised his palms. The force flowed between his hands, gradually forming a rotating wind. He murmured in the ears of the Natural Force asking for help, and the Natural Force responded, and the fog gradually dissipated, allowing him to see further.

A rabbit who was still eating grass saw the fog suddenly dissipated, raised his head in surprise and blinked his red eyes to look around. Zhao Mai had already used the chameleon function of a camouflage ring to blend himself with the surrounding environment. He looked like a combination of rocks and dead grass. He weighed the hunter's spear in his hand and threw it out with a whoosh.

The spear emitting blue light drew a beautiful parabola, inserted it into the rock beside the rabbit with a thunderous sound, and pierced it hard. The frightened rabbit ran away, but hit the reserve grain that had just been teleported. The big dog waved its front paw and slapped it hard. With a squeak, the rabbit rolled two times, hit the stone, and died.

Then he ran back happily with the rabbit in his mouth, wagging his tail, and couldn't help showing off at Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai was helpless. Although he waved his hand and flew back into his hand, it looked very cool, but it was a flaw if he failed to hit. He had simply learned the short spear close combat. The basic movements were enough with the assistance of the supernatural powers, but this did not mean that he could solve all the problems of middle distance.

"It seems that there are still many things to be trained." Zhao Mai weighed the short spear and began to throw it continuously to find the feel. He was able to hit the target in a very small way, but in a real battle, it was not enough.

Similarly, a rabbit is not enough to cook, so why do you have to find two or three animals of this size? In addition to Zhao Mai himself, Mrs. Stark and his group are as many as eleven. Caitlin and Rodlick of Winterfell, Tyrion of Cayro Rock City, Zhao Mai of the wilderness, Viri Wodd, a employed knight of Herrenburg, and a foolish minstrel Marion. Among the few mercenaries, the short-haired fat man, Kureka, is simple-minded and obeys Mrs. Stark; the shrewd Bolon rarely comments, and only speaks when things are related to him; and there is also a long sword all day long, always looking at the wandering warrior Safre around him with a vigilant look. Their targets are farther than Kureka, and their desire for identity is more than money.

It is definitely not enough to feed eleven people with three rabbits, but Zhao Mai originally planned to collect some other foods that can be eaten. With the spell of "purifying grain", all the foods that seem to be edible can be eaten. Although it may not necessarily have any nutrition, it will definitely not cause any bad food.

Fortunately, this situation did not happen. There are very few people in the mountainous areas, so the plants grow almost without any disturbance, and there are many wild vegetables among them. Zhao Mai is not an expert in wild vegetables, but the Natural Force can help him solve this problem. What can be eaten and cannot be eaten, delicious and not delicious, gives Zhao Mai a different feeling in the natural Force environment. Therefore, he only needs to throw the wild vegetables that feel good in the backpack.

Some berries, nuts, etc. were collected in the same way. After all, this was not a wild tour. Zhao Mai had no time to search carefully to ensure the taste, and then make sure the amount first. Just as he was picking up wild strawberries, he heard the sound of small stones falling from his head. He looked up and smiled happily: a thin wild goat was jumping around the rock wall, eating the fresh grass that was unattended in the cracks of the rock.

"Storage grain, you don't have to go here this time, I'll do it!" Zhao Mai picked up the hunter's blood spear and began to use the power of his mind's superpowers. If he simply considers combat skills, Zhao Mai can only be considered to be barely qualified, and there is a gap between him and his "good player". However, if he uses spells to assist him, or uses his mental superpowers to strengthen his senses and body control, he will become a "master".

The goat was not nervous about a person or dog outside the gap of more than 40 meters under his feet, and still slowly eat. In its opinion, no creature can quickly bring this distance closer, and it feels quite safe.

Using spells and psychic abilities to assist in combat is a very interesting feeling. A confidence of "I can definitely hit it" coupled with the best physical reaction, the spear spear swirled like a bullet and flew out of Zhao Mai's hand. The goat trembled, but before it could transmit the nerve signal of the dodge to its legs, the hunter's blood spear had already penetrated its neck.

Zhao Mai aimed at the position of his chest. Because the throwing speed was faster and he arrived early, the parabola was a little higher. This was actually not good. He thought about it: the huge gap between using spells and not using spells will affect his grasp of strength and accuracy. Therefore, we cannot rely on spells all. We should do basic exercises when we have time, and the foundation will never be useless.

The goat died first and rolled down from the hillside. Zhao Mai immediately ordered the hunter to fly back with his blood spear, otherwise the ever-expanding wound would make the goat eat less and less meat. The reserved grain was about to happily pick up the prey, but after rushing it a few meters away, it suddenly stopped. It lowered its head and raised its butt, its eyes facing the sky, bared its teeth and made a warning growl.

Zhao Mai raised his head. They were in the valley, and the fog around them dissipated, but the mountainside was still there. The rolling clouds and mists changed into various shapes, like the rising and falling waves in the sea.

The feeling of storing food never goes wrong. Zhao Mai trusts it unconditionally. Since it feels threatened, then the threat must exist. But where is this threat? Zhao Mai holds a weapon in one hand and casts spells with the other hand to strengthen his senses such as vision and hearing. This technique is called sharp-eared hawkeye by the druid.

He indeed discovered a little difference. In the gray mist, a huge black shadow was passing through the water vapor. He had a thick head, huge wings, slender tail and four legs, which were similar to an extended bus from beginning to end. When flying, it did not seem to need to shake the wings, so it was silent. The huge body gave people a light feeling, like gliding lightly on the snow made of fog.

"Dragon? Or an adult dragon?" Zhao Mai couldn't believe his eyes. "This is impossible!" The three existing dragons in Westeros are all opposite the strait, which is thousands of miles away. And they should have just hatched (in fact, they have not hatched at this time), and they would not be so big!

The dragon had no interest in what was happening under his body, came quietly, and left quietly, leaving Zhao Mai behind, still immersed in shock. What does this mean? Is there a hidden dragon in this world? Where does it usually live, why no one sees it, what is its purpose, and does it have its owner?
Chapter completed!