After becoming a python, he will use the senses of the python, so his vision has greatly decreased, but fortunately he can still see the reserved grain clearly, which is basically enough.

The sense of smell and hearing are much stronger than in the past. Even if he closes his eyes, Zhao Mai can still outline the surrounding environment. Zhao Mai knows everything that has passed by here and left behind. With the help of the natural force, he can distinguish the classification of species around him from the perspective of pythons, especially when applying the classification methods of "eating" and "not edible", there will never be any mistakes.

In addition to helping move, the scales on the python's abdomen can also identify the surrounding situation through the tremor of the ground. Before, he rolled up the reserved food and could even clearly feel its heartbeat, breathing and intestinal peristalsis. It can discover the internal organ structure of the animal through this sense of touch, which facilitates it to exert its powerful squeezing ability.

There has never been a python in the forbidden forest, but the dangerous aura it emits is enough to scare away most animals. Animals rely on their body shape, mouth smell, color changes on their bodies, and sharp parts such as teeth and claws to show their strength and form the first impression. Generally, animals will associate it with the poisonous snake they have seen when they see a huge python. The python is non-toxic, so the patterns on its body are not bright, which will relax the animal. However, its huge body shape is enough to correct the illusion of non-toxic and harmlessness. Zhao Mai has seen more than a situation where animals are scared and urinated.

A bobcat probably didn't wake up, or was simply hungry, jumped off the branch and slammed into Zhao Mai's head. If it was a python, it would immediately roll, curl, wrap and squeeze, and then swallow. Zhao Mai didn't have so much free time, so he arched up and shook his tail suddenly, pulling the bobcat away. The reserve grain that was originally expected to fight was whimpering in a low voice, and was dissatisfied with losing such a chance to play.

The bobcat rolled a few times on the ground and hit the tree trunk hard. It stood up, whistled, and fled with its tail standing upright.

A dog and a snake walk through the forbidden forest, following the smell. Although Zhao Mai's ability to identify odors has increased thousands of times after becoming a python, he cannot find clues through odor like a real python. In this regard, he still needs to imitate and exercise a lot. This is like having the same muscle group, but some people can do straight arm loops, while others can't even pull-ups. Every ability of animals has been forced by the environment for a long time and can only be mastered after thousands of tempering.

The longer he chased, the more he could determine which smell he was following. He was sure that the attacker was not a human, but he was definitely a spellcaster. He could smell a faint smell of spell medicinal materials. The other party had a wrinkled clothes on his body, as if he had been washed shirts and threw them into the closet without drying, and he would have been stuffed for another two months.

Or it's more like a dormitory that hasn't opened a window for a month?

The python turned into Zhao Mai shook his head, made a hissing sound, and continued to chase the four legs of the reserved grain. The smell in front became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that it would catch up soon. At this time, the reserved grain slowed down, lowered its body, and put its tongue into its mouth to demonstrate the python. It used its tail to sweep the python's face, that is, Zhao Mai's face... Zhao Mai's eyes turned, he just changed his appearance and did not reduce his intelligence. Where did the courage to get the reserved grain? He actually tried to become a tactical commander?

The smell was behind the bushes. It should be a short man about forty centimeters tall, with a pair of flat ears that were taller than the top of his head, and a small body under his huge head, with short and thin arms protruding out.

Household elf? Zhao Mai immediately thought of this possibility. He stuck out his tongue to the left and surrounded himself to the right. A stupid dog, isn’t it a waste of time to rush over directly? After Zhao Mai’s words left his throat, he just hissed and was heard by the other party.

"Charity Charge!" Accompanied by a battle cry, the elf jumped over the bush and waved his wand in his hand: "Everything stone...oh what is this?!"

The light of the magic wand went out again the moment it burst out. The elf jumped one leg twice in front of Zhao Mai, then held the magic wand in both hands and placed it in front of his nose. He widened his eyes and looked at the python's vertical pupils that were intersecting red and black, trembling endlessly.

The reserved grain went back from the right and showed its teeth to the house elves. "Oriental dog!" The elf obviously recognized the reserved grain, immediately waved his wand, and recited a spell in his mouth.

Zhao Mai suddenly rushed up and hit the elf's hand holding the wand with the snake's head. Then he bit it with his mouth and snatched the wand. Unlike other wizards, Zhao Mai knew very well about the magical ability of the house elves and knew that they could cast spells even without using the wand.

So the thick python pressed up directly, slid along its neck, turned around its shoulders, and then tied a knot from the elf's waist. If the elf wanted to speak, it would be swept into the mouth by the snake scales; if the elf wanted to wave his arms, it found that it had been entangled and could not move at all. The giant python wrapped its body up, and the elf was a poor worm trapped in the middle of the vortex. Its open mouth was also pressed by the python with its body. It wanted to bite but couldn't bite it, and could only squeeze out sad tears from its eyes.

The reserved grain walked up on the python and walked to the elf, barking three times with his might, as if he was the boss. Zhao Mai used the snake head to hammer the reserved grain, and then spoke to the elf with his spiritual power.

"Answer my question, otherwise you will bite you! Just blink your eyes, or just blink your eyes hard."

The elf blinked hard.

Zhao Mai twisted his head and opened his mouth wide to the shrub beside him. The ice of the White Walker spit out of its mouth, and soon a layer of frost hung on the branches and leaves of the shrub. "For the last warning, don't play tricks. No matter what your mission is, you can't complete it once you die."

The little goblin looked at the python and blinked.

"Did you cast a petrified spell to attack Ms. Elbera?" Blinked.

"Did you attack other cram schools?" The elf blinked, paused for a while, and then blinked hard.

"That is, only part of it is done by you, and some are not?" The elf blinked and said right.

"Who is your master?" The elf widened his eyes, his eyelids moving, for fear of answering this question.

Household elves absolutely obey their masters, especially those with clear commands. Their race has been enslaved and domesticated for generations, becoming vassal servants of wizards, and spent their whole lives working hard and self-punishment. They have good magical abilities, many of which are even stronger than wizards, but they are "destined" miserable.
Chapter completed!