The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

Washida, who was waiting near the first landing site, saw six red-eyed birds falling from the sky, and her eyes were straight: "Moran is right, there is no one more suitable to be a bait than her."

They were all really used as bait, and Moran was killing while being a bait.

Once Moran succeeded, he continued to accelerate his flight, and waited until he reached the second landing site before shooting again, and another six red-eyed birds fell.

There were a total of 66 large red-eyed birds. Moran flew a big circle and shot them all down.

The last six, before reaching the last landing site, Moran killed them all, landed to pick up the red-eyed bird corpses, and then went to meet up with his friends.

After waiting for a while, the other little witches arrived.

"Moran! Your golden arrow technique is almost more accurate than the magic arrows of the elves. You can actually hit six targets at a time! We only pick up the red-eyed bird corpses, and we can't keep up with your pace." Sylph said as soon as she saw her.

"It's not that exaggerated!" Moran said modestly.

Having digested the experience and memory of so many sharpshooters and shooting champions on Blue Star, it is normal that her magic accuracy is high.

"Have you got all the red-eyed bird wings back?" Moran is more concerned about this.

"I have forty-eight wings here." Washida said.

"We have thirty-six." Sylph and Alba said.

Aisi and Cheryl: "We did the same. We encountered a pack of wolves, threw our bodies out to attract the wolves, cut off our wings and left."

"Well done! Next, let's go collect black leaf sap! So many wings, a lot of black leaf sap is needed to be enough!"

Moran took them to the end of the black leaf forest far away from the habitat of the red-eyed birds:

"Be careful not to let the remaining red-eyed birds in the forest find us. Although the birds in the flock are all old, weak and sick, they will not pose much threat to us, but if we kill them all in one wave, we will never be able to hit red-eyed birds here again."

Such delicious wings, how can we only eat them once!

Next year, when the new red-eyed birds grow up, she will definitely come back to harvest a wave and bring them to the outer area for enjoyment.

Moran deliberately used the Silence Technique to isolate the noise from their place. Several people carefully cut the bark and collected the sap.

"This sap doesn't look like it can be eaten. Do you really want to use it to pickle red-eyed bird wings?" Sylph said, looking at the brown-black sap.

"Of course!" Moran said, "I have tried it. This sap pickled other meats are not delicious. They are bitter and like dark cuisine, but with red-eyed bird wings, it can produce wonderful changes. You will know later!"

Back to the Wild Boar Valley Waterfall, on the soft grass lawn planted by Moran.

Ais and Cheryl lit a bonfire, while Moran, Sylph, and Vasida used the Wood Plastic Technique to make a super large wooden basin to pickle red-eyed bird wings.

As for Alba, she is in the atmosphere group and is using the Light Technique to place mini light balls on the grass tips.

"You know what, putting a little rice-sized colored light on the tip of the grass looks pretty good when there are more of them."

Moran praised.

Her light magic level is a little higher than Alba's, but she has never thought of using light magic like this.

Normal people use light magic to develop higher brightness, wider lighting range, and longer duration. The light balls will only become bigger and bigger, and no one will develop smaller and simply use them for decoration.

"Right! I often do this at home, but I always put the small light balls on the ceiling and make them look like stars." Alba said: "It's a pity that such light balls can't last too long. After the infused magic power is consumed, they will dissipate."

"You can take more gems or crystals back and make similar magic light strips, so that they can be used for a longer time." Moran said.

Such magic lamps do not require high-quality gems or crystals, ordinary ones are enough.

"That's a good idea!" Alba said, "But I plan to go to the underground river to mine later, so I may have to go through your basement."

"You guys can come anytime. The magic circle of the residence is open to you. If you don't see me, just go to the basement by yourself." Moran said.

When she told them this hidden route, she didn't think of monopolizing this entrance.

The so-called residence is just a must for the third grade. After completing it, you can live in it for a year in the fourth grade and study magic for a while. That's enough.

Others didn't be polite to her about this.

Ordinary ores are fine, they also want to find some magic ores and make magic items to arm themselves and prepare for next year.

"Moran! Is this okay?" Vasida filled the big basin of pickled red-eyed bird wings.

"That's enough, we can't have any more. If we have more, the pot will crack." Moran said quickly: "Let's divide the rest among us and freeze them to take back and store them!"

"Why store them? I can finish them in one meal!" said Washida.

"Listen to me, eat more today, and take out the rest when you are hungry later. Just roast one each time to satisfy your craving. I don't know when I will find so many red-eyed birds next time." Moran said:

"After you eat them, you will know that my arrangement is absolutely correct. What I regretted most at the beginning was that I ate all the wings at once and didn't leave any for later."

Moran said this, so Washida and the others naturally did as he said.

At this time, they were extremely curious about the taste of the red-eyed bird wings pickled in black leaf sap.

How delicious must it be to make Moran, who has mastered the delicacies of Blue Star, reluctant to eat more!

The six little witches gathered in a circle, squatted beside the big wooden basin, and looked at the bird wings in the basin eagerly.

Vasida: "Is it pickled?"

Moran: "No."

Sylph: "How long will it take!"

Ais: "It should be ready when it starts to turn brown and black."

Alba: "Slurp~ Why am I greedy before it starts to grill?"

"Slurp~" Cheryl: "I'll add some more firewood."

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When the wings finally turned brown and black, Moran said that they could start grilling, and they took out the grills they had prepared long ago, waved their wands, and used cooking magic.

In a few breaths, the basin was empty, and the campfire was surrounded by grills.

They moved from the wooden basin to the campfire.

As soon as the food was heated, the aroma spread out. For a moment, they were so busy swallowing their saliva that they had no time to talk.

When it was really ready and they started eating, there was no more noise except "delicious".

It was a truly quiet outdoor barbecue.

When they really couldn't eat any more, Ai Si sighed: "It's such a pity that the seniors left!"