It was getting darker and the road was soon lost outside, and predators in the forest would appear. Zhao Mai slowly stood up, patted the insects on his body, and then moved his stiff muscles and bones.

After checking the injured place again, it was indeed much better. Although the druid is not the recognized strongest profession, which is much worse than the mage, if we talk about which profession has the least dependence and best adaptability from the beginning to becoming a legend, it can only be the druid. The reserved grain is still small now, and if Zhao Mai has the patience to wait for the first half of the year to fully develop, then the cooperation between the two will not be a simple one plus one effect.

In this world, the only thing he can trust completely seems to be the only reserve grain. Zhao Mai squatted down and scratched his chin. It is said that dogs are the most loyal friends of human beings, but now it seems that this is true. After he fell into the water, none of the three people came to check it, which made him feel a little chilled. He looked up at the moonlight in the sky, and there was only a crescent moon like a fish hook hiding behind the clouds, and it would be a dull night.

The druid's prayer (level zero spell) can be used infinitely. Zhao Mai only needs to continuously perform the light technique to ensure lighting on the way forward. But in this way, he will expose his position, which is definitely not safe enough. In addition, he is hungry and sleepy, and now is definitely not a good time to rush.

No matter what happens, it will be discussed tomorrow. Zhao Mai uses the faint light on the edge of the forest to find a berry-bearing shrub. He first treats it with purified grain, then cushions with leaves, and gently places it on the ground.

Grab a handful of grass leaves, squeeze out the grass juice and drip it on the berries, and then pour a few drops of clear water. Zhao Mai began to use the ritual method to perform the "Divine Berry Technique", which can enhance the effect of the spell. Under his mobilization, the surrounding natural force began to gather, bringing vitality together, and slowly instilling into the berries. Small fruits, which were originally the size of a ladybug, began to grow larger under the action of the spell, and the color became brighter and more full. After a few minutes, after the ceremony, four berries completed the conversion and became the "Divine Berry" that stored the natural force.

This is a spell that belongs to druids only. No other profession, including the Ranger who also survives in the wilderness, can be used. Each berry that stores the natural force can be used as food to provide an adult with a daily food and drinking water demand. At the same time, it can also treat minor injuries. Most importantly, Zhao Mai heard that this thing tastes very good and will give people the most primitive but purest feeling of "eating full and refreshing".

It is said that I won't gain weight yet...

Reserve one grain, save two more to eat tomorrow. Zhao Mai opened his mouth wide, held the berries, then closed his mouth and bit it. The sweet smell went straight into his stomach and spread in his body. After a while, the nose, the head, and all parts of the body felt comfortable, and hunger was wiped out. Zhao Mai took a deep breath, and his heart was full of praise for the spell. No wonder the druids would never starve to death. This spell undoubtedly had an important role.

But it is perfect without a spell. Although my stomach is full, my mouth is so empty. It is a bit regrettable to eat without chewing. Zhao Mai now misses something like chewing gum.

"Okay, good brother, let's have a sleep." Zhao Mai climbed onto the tree and held the reserved grain in his arms: "We have a lot to do tomorrow."

The next morning, Zhao Mai was awakened by a bird's cry, and it seemed that the forest came alive overnight. Compared to the excessive quiet last night, there was too much noise this morning. After a while, Zhao Mai saw two squirrels running past the branches beside him, chasing and fighting each other, and there seemed to be no intention of being anxious about food.

A dazzling prayer was released at will, and a violent flash burst in front of the squirrel's eyes. The little animal did not expect that it would suffer from this bad luck. In a trance, it lost its balance and fell down the tree directly. Zhao Mai curled his lips, a little dissatisfied with the power of this spell. The druid was good in everything, but it was a spell without aggressive prayer. If he could spray ice rays everywhere like a mage, his methods would be much more.

Pick up two squirrels who were killed by the tree, and use the bayonet to open it. It is easy to deal with it. Zhao Mai knew that he had poor skills in handling prey and cooking, but with the help of purifying grain, he would never have any problems with eating. One gave the reserved grain and the other entered his stomach. He felt that he was full of fighting spirit.

"Since you don't come to me, I'll go find you." Zhao Mai snorted, carried the musket and led the puppy upstream. "As long as I arrive at the place where the battle is confirmed, I will immediately turn back to the Invincible Walker Community. In any case, I have an explanation, and no one has any reason to take away my disease-removing agent."

Using trees to cover up his whereabouts, Zhao Mai must be careful of the dog-headed man on the other side of the river and be as cautious as possible situations on the same side. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he was still worried about meeting Alfra and others, mainly because he didn't know what attitude to treat them. Of course, when he saw Lucius, the first thing he did was to use a butt stock to knock off his teeth, and then, depending on the further development of the situation, he decided to use a musket or a bayonet to deal with him. Zhao Mai just hoped that Ziyue and Alfra could give a reasonable reason, why not go downstream to find himself. Beauties should always be treated preferentially, which is a man's obligation.

He was just thinking about it while moving forward, and soon he realized something was wrong. The reserved grain began to become nervous for no reason, and he kept showing hostility to the surroundings, but he could not determine the enemy's location. The plants on the ground, especially the low grass and moss, died in large numbers. Zhao Mai squatted down and touched it with his hand, and these plants turned into sticky fragments between his fingers.

"Damn, what's the situation?" Zhao Mai claimed that he had a good understanding of the spell system in the world of Graleone. He basically had a lot of knowledge about what kind of spells produce what kind of effects. But he had never heard of any spells that could turn plants into sticky slags. Fire, freezing, corrosion, and dehydration were common, but they could not explain the state in front of him.

The tall trees around were safe and sound, only tiny plants died. This should not be a spell specifically targeting the environment, but a result of the power dispersed by some effect. Zhao Mai became more careful when he thought of this. He signaled that the reserved grain should not make a sound and loaded the musket himself. The backpack with nothing left was also thrown off so that he could be more agile and quiet.

The more you move forward, the more damage the plants will be, and the flow of natural force is also affected. Although it is far from the extent to which Zhao Mai’s spell cast, it has made him feel uncomfortable and a sense of repulsion. This is an additional effect of learning druid abilities, just like a priest needs to bathe in divine light and a mage needs to communicate elements at all times. Druids cannot do without natural force, so they are very sensitive to this power.

Walking forward, Zhao Mai saw a familiar river bank. The battle with the dog-headed man happened here. Now it was calm, and the smoky river water made a rustling sound. Zhao Mai was hiding behind the trees and observed patiently.

Soon, he discovered something strange. On the gravel ground by the river, a dead willow tree was lodged. The branches that had turned gray and black were scattered on the ground, like a group of snakes entrenched. Below the branches, he vaguely saw an arm and another corpse next to it.

Zhao Mai tried hard to identify it, no matter how he looked like Lucius's cheetah.
Chapter completed!