The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

Afterwards, Pound and Funk followed the old man back to the so-called "Angry Fang" tribe, and listened to the old man's report about the beast land.

The Beast Transformation Continent mentioned by the old man; to Pound, it sounds like this entire sea of ​​purple trees. Although the scope is extremely wide, there is an obvious end.All the lycanthropists know that the purple tree sea is surrounded by a circle of thick and dense miasma.

In the miasma circle, there are not only swamp gas and spores that poison beasts, but also the low visibility, so that the swamps and undercurrents everywhere become the second executioner. It is unknown whether there are more ferocious poisonous monsters lurking in it, but the above is enough Let the miasma circle become a nightmare outside the alliance of the beasts.Because of this, the Beastmen have lived in this sea of ​​purple trees for hundreds of years; they seem to be restrained by something, and they seem to be protected by something.

Naturally, for hundreds of years, many warriors of the animal race have thought about breaking through the miasma circle to see the outside world.I don't know if the warriors who got out didn't want to risk their lives to return home through the marsh again, or most of the adventurous warriors threw themselves into the miasma circle, and the orc warriors who were fully prepared to break through the miasma circle seldom returned. About 50 years ago, a small group of warriors finally completed their mission to travel outside and returned to their hometown, but the information they brought back was not satisfactory.

It turned out that not all the warriors who went out to fight were sacrificed in the miasma circle. Some of them did pass the test and went to the outside world, but once they went out, they rarely had the ability to come back.The Beast Warriors who went out found that not long after going out, their physical fitness and strength were significantly weakened, and the aging speed was faster than in the Beast Continent, so that the Warriors who went out in their heyday, Half of them lost the ability to return. In fact, more warriors died on the way back home.

And this group of warriors who successfully returned to their hometowns are actually descendants of the animalized tribe who went out to fight.

After the weakened warriors knew that they had no ability to return home, some of them established tribes near the exit of the miasma circle to spend the rest of their lives and multiply their offspring (this is also the reason why the imperial people learned of the existence of the lycanthropy race), And these descendants were born in the outside world since they were young. Although their original strength and physical fitness are not as good as those of the warriors from the clan, it may be because they have adapted to the external environment since childhood. [-]% of the ability, successfully returned.

When the old man said this, he picked up a cup of herbal tea in front of him to moisten his throat.

"...That's why I was able to learn the foreign language from the returning warriors. Just now I saw your strange costumes, which resembled the snake tribe, and thought you were here to destroy the holy water, but I remembered that when I saw the strange explosion energy. Return to the magic of the warrior's mouth, and try it in your language."

After returning to the tribe, ignoring the whispering discussion and peeping of the tribe, the old man first welcomed Pound and Funk into his tent, and healed the arrow wound on Funk's arm with herbs, showing goodwill, and then gave obtained the information that Pound wanted.

"So, if we want to go back, we have to cross the circle of miasma," Pound pondered. "You just mentioned that the returning warrior, Yue Mo, happened 50 years ago. I don't know where he is now?"

Speaking of this, the old man sighed, "The lifespan of our people used to be at least [-] new moons, but the lifespan of the warriors who can return is much shorter. So far, there is only one person left, and now..."

"How?" Pound asked quickly.The next information about the miasma circle may have to be learned from this person.

"Alas, 'Deep Water' is suffering from illness, and he has been lying on the bed for a long time without opening his eyes, even the holy water can't wake him up," the old man's face turned sad, "He has brought a lot of external wisdom to our people. Being harassed by the snake tribe, it was the wisdom of Shen Shui who helped our tribe, if he goes away, it will be a great loss to our tribe.”

Pound suddenly remembered the spell scribe scroll lying in the ring.

Thanks to Master Alvato, he had to complete the recitation homework of all the spells. This time, he had to temporarily put it on hold for the academy tasks, so before leaving, Pound went to copy down all the spells that should be recited.It contains ten levels of "light element flashback", which can treat deep serious illnesses and injuries.But Pound has never used it. The spells he has successfully cast so far are only at level eight.But the elements here are so rich, maybe...

After thinking about it, Pound didn't make rash promises, but only asked, "So, this 'Deep Water' once relayed the situation in the miasma circle?"

The old man nodded when he heard the words, "Naturally, our family has written down the woodcuts of Shenshui's report, and the patriarch kept them, but I can't tell everyone easily. Now the patriarch leads a team to go out hunting, and he will return after a few days. We need to wait for the patriarch's consent. I will inform you later. During this period of time, please allow our clan to entertain you well. It would be even better if we could tell our clan more about the outside world.”

Pound naturally agreed and asked the last question.

"However, how did you determine that Mao Tuan is also a lycanthropy? When we found it, it was following a leopard. Watching the female beast fight, it didn't seem to have the human form and strength of the lycanthropy?"

During the talk, the hairball kept writhing on Pound's leg, and now it was rubbing its belly for Pound, looking comfortable and ignorant.Funk saw it, and stretched out his hand to rub it.

"I'm sure it's because the cubs of the lycanthropy race, no matter what kind of beast they are, their eyes are purple with gold, and they don't change to their respective colors until they grow up." The old man also looked at Mao with his loving eyes. Tuan, "As for the strength... our family believes that the reason why the outside world has weakened our family is because our family has received the blessing of holy water for many years, and this weakening phenomenon occurs due to the lack of nourishment from holy water. As mentioned by Sham Shui, after the extreme weakening, even The ability to transform back into a human form will be lost, I am afraid, this little soldier's mother is exactly like that."

"I see," Pound nodded, but felt puzzled, "But since holy water is so important to the lycanthropy, why did the snake tribe want to destroy it?"

The old man smiled wryly, "Nuya has Anguya's holy water, and the Snake Clan also has theirs. If ours are gone, they will naturally be stronger than us. The Snake Clan has always wanted to replace our Clan as the co-managers of the Beastized Continent."

Pound paused, and immediately understood his point, "You mean, there is more than one place of holy water on this continent?"

"Yes, but not everywhere," the old man nodded, "As far as my family knows, both the Snake Clan and the Heavy Elephant have one place, and the rest, like the Wing Clan, have to send people from each clan to buy supplies every year." In exchange for holy water."

Pound was secretly delighted when he heard this.This means that before they leave the beast continent, they can go around to other places and dig more elemental mud back without worrying about affecting the sea of ​​trees too much.

Seeing that Pound stopped asking questions, the old man continued, "It's getting late today, and Toya has already prepared the tent, let him take you to rest." After speaking, the little boy who had been quietly staying by the side said, "I I am teaching him your language, he will speak some, if you need help with a problem, just talk to Toya.”

The little boy was pushed in front of the two, stepped on his left foot and said nervously, "Morning, good morning, my lord."

Pound couldn't help smiling, and Funk got up and thanked him and left, following the shy little boy out of the old man's tent.

***

After leaving the tent, it was getting late, and a handful of torches had already been lit in the settlement.More firewood was being burned in several other campfires, and the aroma of food was wafting from the large pots on them, as if it was the custom of the tribe to start together.

At first glance, Pound saw dozens of tents in sight, and there was some light in the distance. It looked like another settlement. Presumably, this settlement should have a size of several hundred people.

The lycanthropists who were busy preparing for dinner were not all in human form, but some beasts like tigers and leopards lay lazily at the door of the tent, as if they were waiting to be fed.

Pound noticed that these beasts were not of the same type. Besides tigers and leopards, there were also wolves and lynxes. Then he somewhat understood the classification of the so-called "angry teeth" clan. It is probably that similar types of beasts finally gathered into a tribe.The old man also introduced the other races in Beast China just now, besides Nuya, there are also "Double Elephants", "Winged Claws", "Crocodile Snakes" and "He Lin".

Under the curious and vigilant eyes of these tribesmen, the little boy took the two of them to a tent about four or five tents away from the old man; it looked quite new and was rarely used, and it seemed to be a place specially used to entertain guests .

The little boy pointed to the tent, "Here, live here. The meat, I, I will bring it!" After speaking, he opened his eyes and looked at Pound.

Pound nodded, trying to speak briefly, "Okay, thank you."

The little boy blushed, turned his head and ran away, and then Pound and Funk entered the tent.

The space in the tent is not narrow, but there are no partitions like the old man's tent, and there is only one space after entering.

In addition to some simple and complete living utensils, there is a place on the right side of the tent that should be a bed.

There are some straw mats on top, and clean animal skins are spread on top of the straw mats, which are soft and comfortable.

There was still a fire place in the middle of the tent, so Funk started to light the fire.

Pound walked up to Funk at this moment, "Let me see."

Funk immediately handed out the hand that was injured today. Pound uncovered the herbal medicine applied by the old man, and gently covered his palm. A burst of warm golden light slowly leaked out from his palm. After a few seconds, the wound on Funk's arm The arrow wound is intact.

Pound put the herbal medicine back, "Leave it like this for the time being, I'm not sure what the views on healing magic are here. Is there anything else?"

Funk thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Other things are fine."

"If you don't get in the way, you have something to do." Pound frowned, "Lie down and take off."

Funk took a careful look at Pound to confirm that everything was the same as before, "Oh." After speaking, he actively took off his shirt and lay obediently on the bed in the tent.

Pound leaned over and looked, "Where?"

Funk pointed to his right shoulder and left waist, and turned over automatically.

In his sight, besides a large bruise from today's battle, Pound noticed for the first time that Funk's naked body was also covered with various old wounds, just like the orc warriors he saw today.

After Pound healed the bruises, he couldn't help stroking those scars with his palms, and the healing spell naturally slipped through his heart. Immediately, the dense light elements around him happily gathered under Pound's palms. After a while, the healing spells The healing spell also completely erased the scars...

At this moment, Pound came back to his senses and paused.Funk sensed Pound's abnormality, turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, turn it over," Pound looked at the palm of his hand. He never thought that the healing spell could also heal the scar. Could it be because of the rich elements here?

Funk turned over obediently at this time, and when Pound wanted to continue to try to find the scar on Funk, there was a movement at the door.

I saw the little boy just came in with a pot of meat in his hands, and saw Pound put one hand on the lying Funk; it was still naked, his face suddenly turned red, and he stammered, "Meat , The meat is here!" After speaking, he put down the meat and rushed out.

Pound here watched the little boy come in and go out. He didn't realize what his posture with Funk looked like. When he turned around and wanted to say something to Funk, he suddenly found himself looking at the three hideous lines on Funk's face. Claw marks, turned a blind eye for so long.

"You..." Pound's original words turned around, "How did you get the scar on your face?"

Funk was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed a little weird, "... was caught by a monster."

Pound leaned over to take a closer look, in fact, he wanted to evaluate whether such a deep scar could be healed by himself compared to the tiny scars just now. "It can hurt you like this, what level of monster is that?"

If you listen carefully to these words, you can hear Pound Funk's unreasonable trust in force. Of course, Funk will not notice it, and he just said honestly, "I don't know, I was only ten years old. I went out to play with my friends and met a bear. ,That's all."

Poundwell paused, noticing that Funk answered with some reluctance, "Then what's wrong with your companion?"