In the days of surviving in the fairy forest

By the time the tiger lost his patience and left, it was already noon the next day.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief, and stood still for a moment, until he confirmed that the tiger was indeed not nearby, and then slowly climbed down from the tree.

After staying in the treetops for the whole night, his limbs were so stiff that it was almost impossible to bend them, and he managed to get out of the tree trunk, and quickly ran out of the red pine forest with the squirrel on his shoulders.

—they all smelled the strong scent of a predator nearby.That's the tiger's mark on its territory.

If the two of them had this smell when they came to the red pine forest yesterday, neither of them would have set foot in the red pine forest!

"So we met a tiger who was looking for a territory, and almost became his first food in the territory?" Rick said as he ran, his ears dropped in depression, "This is too miserable."

Squirrel shrugged.

"Fortunately, at least this tiger should have no racial talent, otherwise neither of us can escape." The fluffy tail patted the fox's head as a comfort, Ali patiently popularized science, "Looking at his appearance, he should It belongs to the brown-feathered wind tiger clan, but this one not only has no wings, it can't even use the wind blade."

"For a race as powerful as the brown-feathered wind tiger, there are guys who can't awaken their racial talent. Maybe that's why he takes the red pine forest as his territory."

Rick suddenly.

He was running extremely fast, and there was no threat of large hunters at noon. The fox and the mouse quickly returned to the tree hole, looked at each other, closed their eyes in unison, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Being stared at by a tiger at night, and at the top of the cold and windy treetops, neither the fox nor the squirrel dared to close their eyes. In addition, they were so sleepy and tired after running so fast that they didn't even have the energy to speak.

They huddled together and slept soundly for a long time, until the next morning, they were awakened by the crisp sound of birdsong dripping with cold dew.

Ah Li rubbed his eyes, and patted Rick's half-closed eyelids with his big tail. Halfway through the movement of holding the backpack, he realized that the red pine forest they usually hunted and collected had become a forbidden area.

"Fortunately, we collected so many pine nuts in advance." He waved his paw happily, peeled off a pine cone and stuffed it into the sleepy Rick's mouth, and jumped on the spot, "Then let's go exploring today! Looking for the next hunting location!"

Swallowing the pine nuts whole, Rick had no objection to Ali's proposal.He opened his backpack and packed a handful of dried caterpillars for emergencies. He lifted the overexcited squirrel to his head, took a deep breath, and walked out of the tree hole with fox steps in a serious manner.

"You can't go that way," the squirrel said in a low voice, pointing to the high mountain not far away, "the more you go there, the closer you get to the depths of the forest, where powerful animals gather. It doesn't count."

Rick looked up, identified the direction, nodded, turned and walked to the other side.

"So this way is near the edge of the forest?" He asked curiously, "What's outside the forest?"

"Uh," Ali choked, stuttered for a while, and then muttered without confidence, "Outside the forest is the forest, what else can there be?"

Rick thoughtfully didn't ask any more.

He walked for a while, crossed several hillsides, and the scent of hunters in the air became weaker and weaker. Walking further, he came to a small swamp covered with moss and bare rocks.

Birch trees and shrubs dotted the desolate swamp sporadically, the dark brown soil was lumpy, and occasionally there were wolves howling from a distance.

Rick, who was chatting with Ali for a while, stopped suddenly.

He squinted his eyes, the tip of his nose moved twice in the air, jumped up and hid in the twisted birch branches growing beside him.

The body was agile, and it landed quietly. The squirrel whose ears were scratched by the branches covered its mouth pitifully, for fear of making any noise.

A few rooster crows came through the cover of the leaves.

These guys are about twice the size of Rick, they look like chickens and pigeons, their heads and necks are yellow chestnut, their feathers are white with black spots, and they look stupid and are gathering together to peck the ground bugs.

"This is not a chicken, you have to be careful," Ali grabbed his ear and tried to lower his voice after understanding Rick's surprised expression, "This is a thunderbird. It is said that their crowing can trigger lightning. And their beaks are very sharp , be careful not to get pecked."

"Birds?" Rick was shocked, his eyes darting around their chubby bellies, "Can they fly?"

Ali was taken aback: "No."

"A bird that can't fly, isn't that a chicken?" Rick complained.

"..."

Ali was speechless, so she didn't speak any more, jumped off Rick's head, and whispered: "Be careful, don't be careless. Even if only one Thunderbird has racial talent, it's scary enough."

Rick nodded, holding his breath and staring at the group of Thunderbirds chattering leisurely over there, flames erupted from his mouth, and a fist-sized flame ball hit the center of the group of Thunderbirds, causing the Thunderbirds to scream and run around.

As soon as it was said, the fiery red figure of the fox passed by like lightning, and bit the neck of the unlucky Thunderbird who was scared away from the Thunderbird group. The sharp fangs and flames pierced the Thunderbird's neck together.

The Thunderbird lost its breath before it could struggle.

The chaotic thunderbird group quickly restored order.The Thunderbirds looked over in unison, and because of the difference in size, they were almost looking down on this daring fox cub.

Rick looked at the Thunderbird without fear, and let out a threatening growl from his throat, with a faint flame emerging from the corner of his mouth.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the Thunderbirds all lowered their heads, as if nothing had happened, and continued to peck at the insects, while Rick dragged his booty with difficulty, and disappeared into the bushes not far away. shadow.

"Oh, I'm scared to death." Hiding in the gap between the huge birch and the rock, and meeting the squirrel smoothly, Rick felt a sense of reality after a disaster, and his legs limp on the ground, "I still I thought those Thunderbirds were really going to attack me!"

Ali approached him, and patted the fox's head comfortingly with its big tail.

"This proves that you are strong enough," he said with a smile, but his face was extremely ugly, obviously he was also frightened just now, "I was also wrong, I shouldn't have agreed to capture Thunderbird just now."

If those thunderbirds were not intimidated by Rick's bluff just now, but attacked them in groups, even if none of the thunderbirds had the racial skill to summon lightning, the difference in size of more than twice and the number of thunderbirds alone would be enough to make Li Ke died without a whole body.

One fox and one mouse looked at each other, and after a heavy self-examination, their eyes fell on the huge thunderbird in front of them.

"It's such a big one, if we can take it home, we'll have enough rations for several days." Ah Li rested her chin on her paws, thinking happily.

Rick twitched the corner of his mouth, and didn't rush to burn it with flames. Instead, he stretched out his claws to pluck the most beautiful long feathers from the Thunderbird's wings and put them in his backpack, before he began to grill the meat diligently.

"Maybe it will be used someday." He explained to the curious Ali, and the appearance of a comfortable feather nest has already appeared in his mind.

The Thunderbird was huge, and even if Rick chose the bully-looking one, it was still quite a bit bigger than his own fox.Besides, the Thunderbird's feathers are only a layer of skin and flesh, and most of its body is made of flesh.Rick and Ali ate so hard that they kept hiccupping, but still only ate half of the bird's leg.

The paw pads patted his obviously protruding belly. While relishing the delicious food, Rick tore the most tender part of the Thunderbird's belly into thin slices, spread them on the ground piece by piece, and spit out flames from his mouth floating above the piece of meat.

He had to concentrate and work hard to control the direction and intensity of the flame, so as to ensure that the meat was cooked without actually touching the flame.Fortunately, the roasted green worms and dried rabbit legs have been roasted with ease a few days ago, and even the control over the flames has been connected to several levels, so Rick is tired, but not too strenuous.

The squirrel hopped onto the branch above the fox's head, looking around warily for other predators to sneak in.

After the ptarmigan meat was roasted into crispy and browned jerky, the vulpes packed the jerky with a backpack, reluctantly threw away most of the remaining ptarmigan wreckage, and rushed to the tree hole with the bulging backpack.

"There is meat that is more delicious than the legged rabbit," Rick sighed on the way back. "It's big and delicious. The ptarmigan is simply a conscience animal in the forest!"

Ali was amused by him and laughed.The paws grabbed the fox's ears, and accidentally tightened the grip, causing the fox to bark its teeth and howl.

"If the Thunderbird hears what you say, he will come and catch you even if you don't," Ali stretched out his claws to wipe away the tears from his laughter, "In short, we can't provoke those Thunderbirds again tomorrow. These groups are all If there are rules, you can only catch them once, and if you visit them every day as a food reserve, they will resist together.”

There is even such a rule that it's okay to catch one!Rick smacked his lips in surprise, but he also understood that Ali knew far more about this forest than he did, so he nodded cheerfully: "Then where are we going tomorrow?"

It took a long time to walk to the mossy swamp today. If we have to go back tomorrow, it is hard to say whether we can return to the tree hole in the evening.

"It's just that you don't provoke the Thunderbird, you can still go to the swamp," Ali waved his hand, "I remember hearing other chestnut squirrels say that there is a kind of fruit called velvet fruit, which is eaten by almost all fire-attributed animals. Love to eat. Let's go find it tomorrow."

Velvet fruit, the name is cute and delicious.Rick sucked his saliva and nodded hastily.

Going back to the tree hole to sleep and rest, the next morning, the two little ones were ready to go, and set foot on the journey to the mossy swamp again.

Walking to the Thunderbird's habitat in a familiar way, Rick quietly poked his head and looked over. The Thunderbirds leisurely pecking at insects were the same as yesterday.Secretly remembering the location in his heart, Rick walked away without a sound.

The swamp was densely covered with moss, and gray-white dead bones appeared in the field of vision from time to time, some of which were even struggling in life. They were obviously unlucky eggs that were swallowed up by the swamp and then pecked off by vultures.

Fortunately, Rick is petite and light. Even if he stepped on the swamp with four claws, it would only make a shallow plum blossom pit on the mud, so that he would not lose his claws and fall into the swamp.