"Know some," Tata brought it over with his hands. "And Mr. Knight, I was there when you were browsing the community."

Fang Yu was a little surprised. He took the dagger and asked honestly: "Then, can you understand our existence?"

"Yes, although for most people you are just some strange outsiders," Tata replied, "but it is not a secret here to your origin, relative to the existence of this world, and the relationship between your organization and each other. I am afraid that this world knows you more deeply than you think."

"Why do you say that?"

Tata shook his head. "Because knowledge and memory tell me this, my knowledge and memory come from the Silver Library, and each book above has its author, do you understand?"

Fang Zhu knew it.

He had to admit that this statement was very impactful. He found that people might underestimate the indigenous people of this world. People here may be limited by means of being unable to go to the earth, but this did not prevent them from thinking and analyzing to guess the answer that was infinitely close to the correct one.

After all, no matter where it is, there is never a lack of truly wise characters.

He put the walker back and looked at the dagger in his hand. "...How can I say trainees? In fact, in our world, not everyone has the opportunity to become a convener. Only a few lucky people will be selected. These people are often reserves for the Grand Guild and the military for the sake of the future training of the candidates. They will receive knowledge and training related to Aitalia for a long time, so they are called trainees."

"Are you lucky..."

Fang Yu nodded seriously.

The goblin lady flapped her wings and flew up and sat down on his left shoulder. "It sounds more like a professional apprentice."

"Yes, it's the apprentice." Fang Yu took her to the corpse of the dragon feather emu, raised a dagger with her left hand, and showed her the chiseling. "Did you see it? This is the trainee's dagger. The sign on the above was designed on the earth. It is an item that trainees must carry when entering Aitalia."

“Are those camping trainees?”

"Maybe not all," Fang Zhu stopped beside the body of the Dragon Feather Emu and replied: "The trainees of the Grand Guild usually enter the world as tourists. They have to conduct a three-month internship here, but tourists do not have the ability to protect themselves. They may have hired other adventurers."

He said, flipping the huge corpse of the strange bird.

Although Aitalia is an information world, it is not a real game after all, so there is no absurd thing like killing monsters and equipment. Of course, there is indeed some valuable material on these magical creatures.

The most valuable part of the Dragon Feather Emu is its glands and sacs that secrete and store combustible liquids. This combustible liquid can be used to make Class IV catalysts, explosives and igniters above Class D, and auxiliary materials for fire-based nuclear crystals, but unfortunately it has been damaged.

There was a pungent chemical smell in the air.

The second most valuable thing is its scaly skin with dragon blood and a high-quality main material of leather argent below the second level, but it needs to be completely peeled off and tanned leather. Square pilos does not have this skill.

In the end, Fang Zhu only collected some hard feathers, a total of seventeen complete tail feathers. He couldn't use them himself, but they could sell them to bow makers. Dragon Feather Emu is a relatively rare creature, and fire-type hard feathers are still valuable. Moreover, even if they are not valuable, based on Fang Zhu's current property status, he will pluck his feathers.

Tata saw that he put the tail feather in his pocket and continued to ask, "Is this dagger important to them?"

"This dagger represents the identity of trainees, and with it, they can get some help from other conscripts."

Fang Yu looked at the dagger. "The dagger was thrown here, and the other party might have encountered some trouble." He looked at the front again. "Anyway, let's go up and take a look first."

The swamp is already very deep here, with tall reeds and cabbages covering the surrounding view, but tracking becomes easier. In front of it is a long lodging grass belt passage.

You can see at a glance that someone has passed here-

But strangely, there were many other traces around, as if there were many things chasing them by here. There seemed to be a different smell in the air. Fang Zhuang sniffed, then bent down to pick up a broken blade of grass and sniffed it, and a more pungent smell lingered on it.

"The smell of sulfur." ​​Tata had already answered.

Fang Zhu nodded. Humans would definitely not leave such a smell. He became a little alert and continued to walk forward. Each person and the fairy separated the artemisia and entered the depths of the swamp from that direction.

Before we could walk far, two brown-red elephant-thorned beetles appeared in front of us.

Fang Zhu almost took the effort of killing these two calves beetles, and then he realized the source of the scent of sulfur. The brown-red elephant-nosed beetles are typical fire-type creatures. They like to live in underground caves and accompany lava sulfur.

"But how could this thing appear in such a place?" Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a little strange. He remembered that the brown-red elephant-nosed beetles rarely leave the ground, let alone the water source is now near.

They are naturally disgusted with water—

"The dragon feather emu is also a fire creature, Mr. Knight." Tata reminded.

"Yes, I was just skeptical," he looked around in confusion: "Although the dragon feather emus does live in swamps, they usually like to build nests on dryer high grounds."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a strange sound coming from the front.

"Huh," Fang Yu stopped and turned around and asked, "Tata, have you heard anything?"

Tata shook his head.

But after a moment, a clearer angrily voice came from the forest ahead. This time both of them heard it clearly - it was a fighting sound. Fang Yu and Tata looked at each other, and ran in that direction without thinking.

He didn't run a few steps and felt like he was on the ground.

The forest became dry again in this direction, and there were spouts of geysers and white water mists in the distance. Only then did Fang Zhu understand why so many fire-type creatures appeared nearby, and there were obviously abundant geothermal resources underground nearby.

But this still does not explain why elephant trunk beetles appear on the surface.

The sound of fighting has become more and more obvious. In front of it was a lush fish-brown bush. Square pluck stepped forward and separated the branches and leaves, and finally saw the scene behind the bush.

Then took a breath of air conditioning-

"Did these people stab the elephant-necked beetle's nest?"

This thought subconsciously arose in his mind. Because what caught his eye was a clearing in the forest, seventeen or eighteen brown-red elephant beetles were besieging the five adventurers in the middle of the open space.

There happened to be a huge rock stacking on each other. Although the adventurers occupied the highlands on the rocks, the number gap was too obvious, and they were actually in danger.

Not to mention that among the five adventurers, three are trainees with no combat ability.

Fang Yu recognized the identities of the three trainees at a glance - the other party did not have conspicuous battle equipment, did not wear armor or carried magic stoves, and he was a typical tourist at first glance.

The three trainees are not old, two men and one woman, and the oldest boy may be a little younger than him, about sixteen years old, with the East Asian face, the other party carefully blocked everyone's front.

Another boy was very thin and had black hair, with soft hair, almost hanging over his head. He wore a pair of round-edged glasses, which were big and bulky, and the lenses were thick like the bottom of a glass bottle, blocking one-third of his face, revealing only the pointed face below.

He also had red lips and white teeth, and his thin eyebrows were a little delicate. He looked almost like a girl, but he did wear a male dark brown velvet robe, with the hem of the clothes hanging completely to the ground, almost the size of the first size. He should be the youngest of the three, and he might not be fourteen years old. He held a big book with both hands and was protected by the other two at the end.

When Fang Ling saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel good about these three trainees and those who knew how to stand up to protect their companions always felt bad.

As for the last girl - the only one among the three who was not an East Asian face, she had neat light golden short hair with ears, two beautiful earrings, and thin freckles on the tip of her nose and a round face. Although it was not very beautiful, she looked like a kind and cute feeling on the whole, and full of the vitality of a girl.

And those who fought to the death in front of these three trainees were probably the adventurers they hired.

There are only two people in total.

An elf girl with wheat skin, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing a hunter's outfit and carrying a short bow - but it was useless; instead, she held a spear in her hands and lowered her body, like a female leopard ready to go.

The elf girl had an extremely beautiful pair of light green eyes. The deep eyes were extremely lively, as if she could always capture the enemy's accurate movements at the last moment and take action in time. She took the elephant-thorn beetle rushing over with a spear.

Her movements were both cautious and perfect, and her body was flexible, and she could maximize the power of her waist and abdomen. It was like a straightened whip. Sometimes Fang Yu almost thought that she was going to break her thin waist.

But in a blink of an eye, she moved back flexibly, avoiding the flames of the elephant-nosed beetle, showing the strength and agility of beauty to the fullest in every movement and stillness.

The girl's level is not high, and she may not be less than the second level profession, which is level 7 or 8, but her combat experience is much richer than any of the summoners at this level that the leopard has ever seen.

Even incomparable-

So there are only three words in Fang Yu's mind that can describe the wonderful battle of this hunter.

Predator.

Yes, in the eyes of others, the elf girl is simply a real jungle predator.

As for the other person, it seems ridiculous. It is a Paparal, a short halfling. Unlike the high halfling who likes to wander, the Paparal people have their own settlements and cultures - they are a very likable race, mainly because they are optimistic and cheerful, and have a serious personality, and of course they are also because of their appearance.

A typical Paparal should be like this.

They have seven meals a day, breakfast, snacks and tea after morning walks, meals, afternoon tea parties, dinners, night party activities, and snacks before bed.

Yes, Paparals love life, but they love food, parties and music more. Paparals cannot survive without music.

Their hometown, Sangshak, is the most festive atmosphere and singing and dancing place in the entire giant tree hill. The Paparal law stipulates that they have more than 300 days a year, one-third of which are holiday celebrations. Of course, they also love work, but when the festival comes, they will put down everything in their hands and wear the most beautiful formal attire to participate in various banquets.

Of course, this formal outfit must include at least a decent hat.

The Paparals without hats are incomplete.

They have big pointed ears, cute round faces with a little fat baby, smiling eyes and almost invisible noses; and the tallest of them are less than half a square leopard, and they have to tiptoe to reach the waist of ordinary people, but the Paparals don't like the shortness of others laughing at them - it is said that this is one of the reasons why they like to wear long top hats.

They are gentle children, they don’t like war or adventure, and they are also afraid of the cold, very afraid of the cold, and very afraid of the cold. Fang Zhu did not expect to see a Paparal people in this place - they are said to never appear in any place where it will snow in winter.

But after a closer look, he found that the one was the caller.

The reason is very simple.

The other party didn't have a decent hat and had a pair of goggles on his light silver hair. For the Paparals, this was more than just indecent and deviant.

The other party's fat and short little hand held a heavy crossbow that was almost as tall as him, and dragged it to the top of a rock with difficulty. Facing the beetle's pressing step by step, he kept shaking his hand, pulled the bowstring, narrowed his eyes and aimed, and opened the bow left and right - but he didn't feel the murderous intention at all, but instead looked cute.

Fang Ling really couldn't understand how anyone chose the Paparals as a combat profession. What kind of mentality was that the race's hands were so short that they were not enough to touch the top of their heads, and they only had four fat fingers.

But that guy obviously had his own ideas.

He kept backing and shooting, and the little leather boots finally stepped on the edge of the giant rock.

"Jump." Fang Yu reminded the other party in his heart. Because there was another huge rock not far behind the Paparal people, he could jump to it and continue shooting.

But the guy actually stepped on the air, flipped back, spread his hand and dropped it separately from his heavy crossbow, and a double ball came over.

He fell down from a two-meter-high rock, fell back and fell, and fell into a coma at that time - of course, a two-meter-high rock may not be anything to ordinary people, but may be a bit too high for the Paparals.

"Pack!" Fang Zhuan heard the female elf hunter's anxious cry.

It turned out that this guy was named Parker, Fang Zhu thought. He was about to direct his walker to rush forward to save the person, but Miss Tata suddenly flew up and reached out to grab it, grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

"Pacers, come in ahhhhhh--"

Fang Zhu turned to that direction in pain, so much so that the walker rushed forward and hit the tree stump.

"Ta, Miss Tata?"

Fang Yu raised his head and was about to ask what happened, but he turned his head and happened to see the other side of the battlefield. There were a few white feathers shaking - there were still a few people hiding below.

When Fang Zhu saw it, he couldn't help but feel evil and resurrected to the point of being brave.

Jeffleet Reds-

What a very enemy, it is a narrow road, and a narrow road meets each other.

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