Ride and Cut

"Honorable High Priest, is it necessary to tell him so much?" Myra shuttled among the tall trees with a skillful hand that did not match her age.

If Li Cha saw this scene, he would definitely turn pale with shock.

Although I have long felt the subtle elemental fluctuations on Myra's body, I never imagined that it was like this - a milky white long rope shot out from between Myra's nails, as thin as a hair but as tough as a dragon's scale, shot on the tree trunk, hanging the tiger spirit elder to swing around nimbly, which was extremely convenient.

The lucky ones who can awaken the elements on their own are extremely rare among tiger spirits. Elder Myra was the leader when he was young, and even now he can still vaguely see his demeanor back then.

"These secrets have been stuffed in my heart for too long. If I don't find a stranger to confide in, I will go crazy." Chief Saitos leaned on a cane made of a whole tree trunk, and stretched out his hand to push away the branches that were about to slap his face. "At least now there is another race. It is a kind of luck to witness our struggle and hard work for the past ten thousand years, isn't it?"

"Then do you think he will succeed in ten days?"

"What do you think, Myra?" Chief Setos asked back.

"I don't see any possibility." In front of the iron giant, the old tiger spirit elder frankly said something like a child.

"Son, we might as well be patient and wait and see." Big Bald Poop grinned maniacally, "In this long life of ten thousand years, the most precious thing I have learned is never to give up hope, never. Moreover, I always feel that this Richard may be a variable that cannot be speculated by common sense."

"In short, maybe, everything is still uncertain."

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There is a Jingpo Lake in the Chimu Great Forest, which is the center of the entire forest water system.

As the name suggests, the lake is clear and translucent. Under the sunlight, it can reflect the clear reflection of birds passing by like a mirror.

The surrounding water plants are lush and green. Eight streams pour water into the lake continuously from different directions, all the year round.

There are eight water systems flowing into Jingpo Lake, and none flowing out, but even so, the water level never increases or decreases. The nearby Huling elders all said that maybe there was a dark river underneath, and all the water was released.

In this lake, a kind of Don River fish with a body length of nearly half a cubit can be caught. It is rich and plump, and it is an important source of meat for the nearby tiger spirits. Every autumn, the stomach is densely covered with seeds, and each one is as big and round as a grape.

Both the iron giant and the cat wanted to know that taste.

A very strange berserker came around recently—it's not because he's so short that he looks like dwarfism, but because everything he does is weird.

He brought the decree of the iron giant sacrifice, asking the tiger spirits to cooperate as much as possible, which was nothing in the first place. But what he wanted was even stranger than himself—the skin of the Don River fish, which made everyone mutter in their hearts.

Although the meat of the Don River fish is plump, the skin is rough and hard, even the most picky Timberwolves would dislike it. What can they do with it?

As it turns out, it's kind of useful -- for messing around. After he collected hundreds of fish skins and tanned them for a while, he asked the women with the best needlework in the tribe to go out collectively to sew these fish skins into a huge money bag!

Everyone thought he must be crazy. Such a big purse is more than enough to stuff a few iron giants into it. Who can use it? Even if all the gold in the entire Dusk Forest is collected, it still cannot fill one percent of this purse.

But after a friendly exchange of fists and kicks, everyone was first indignant, then surprised, and then fell into deep despair. I had to succumb to his coercion, and began to prepare for the work seriously, sewing hundreds of fish skins together one by one.

This dwarf berserker actually asked not to leak air, he is simply not human!

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"Tell me, what exactly does the boss want to do? Is it possible to stay in the air for half a month?" A group of strong men in the Alpine Fort were chatting while eating fruit in the shade, and Gunther was the loudest among them.

A group of people immediately began to contribute their opinions in a hurry, firmly believing that as long as their lord stepped forward, they would definitely be able to catch them.

"To be honest, it's impossible." Berner shook his head calmly, "Don't engage in blind personality worship, okay? Flying is very exhausting, so how could it be possible to not land for half a month. And today is the eighth day, isn't it that there is still no progress?"

"In fact, it is possible that high-level wind-type dragons can rely on the precise control of elements to achieve 'the sea of ​​clouds is their home and sleep in the wind'. Just half a month is nothing to them." Nehru looked at his eyes, shook his head and ran over, actively participating in the discussion, trying to show off his profound knowledge.

"Well said, Nehru, how can we find a wind dragon now?" Bernard looked at him coldly.

"I'm just demonstrating whether a possibility exists or not. As for whether it can be realized, that's another question." The kobold shaman rolled his eyes, very disdainful.

He was very afraid that the lord of Takayama Fort was not fake, because that guy had an inexplicable aura that always made Nehru feel terrified, as if he was facing a natural enemy.

But other people can't make the noble shaman intimidated, and the pride of the elemental user makes him always confident when facing mortals.

"What about Fenglong?" Gunther asked impatiently.

"It should be gone." Nehru twirled the beard on his chin, obviously not very clear, but still refused to show timidity.

"Actually, I don't think there may be any..." Hurt's tone was very erratic, like an alcoholic stepping on cotton, and he didn't pay attention to every sound, which was quite different from his usual steady and steady voice.

"As I said, cult of personality won't help." Bernard sneered, "Let's discuss how to settle down here as soon as possible."

"I don't want to marry a tiger spirit wife," Gunther said worriedly.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to marry a wife at all." Roselle patted him on the shoulder.

"You guys look back first." Hurt opened his mouth halfway, like a fish suffocating out of water.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time, as if some kind of magical magic started to work in the dark, everyone began to try their best to open their jaws, trying to challenge their physical limits and expose their throats to the air.

Over the arbor forest in the distance, a huge and round fish skin ball is slowly rising, gradually leaving the range of the tree canopy, revealing the whole. A wooden basket was hung below with rattan ropes, and their beloved lord was standing in the basket, with a coat on his shoulders, waving salutes to the surroundings continuously, his movements were extremely crisp and powerful.

The loud voice is clearly audible——

"Report to the ground, I have lifted off, and send my greetings to the motherland and the people!"