Chapter 9 Forest Hunting

"Lend me the knife." Kandy shook the machete, turned and walked towards a tree, chopped off a branch with the knife, and skillfully cut it into a wooden stick.

Joan could see that she was processing a weapon, but he didn't think a wooden stick as thick as a thumb would be of much use in facing a beast.

"Okay!" Kandy whittled the slender wooden stick as smooth as possible, nodded in satisfaction, and returned the hatchet to Joan.

"Are you really going to use this thin stick to deal with the beast?" Joan couldn't help asking.

Conti noticed the concern in his eyes, smiled calmly, held a stick in his right hand, and skillfully made a series of gestures with his left hand. At the same time, a series of mysterious and melodious incantations flowed from the girl's lips.

Joan stared blankly at Kandy, realizing that she was casting a spell. The girl was using Elvish language, but the spells she chanted were quite different from the arcane spells he knew, it sounded more like singing. Joan listened carefully and tried to translate Kandy's chant into the common language of mankind, and soon realized that it was actually a simple and beautiful prayer praising the power of nature. It wasn't until this moment that Joan realized that Kandy was not performing arcane magic, but communicating with the source of nature, using herself as a medium to introduce the divine power of nature into the wooden stick in her hand.

The wooden stick was infused with natural divine power, and the wooden texture glowed with a faint green light. Joan could feel that this rough and slender wooden stick had transformed into a powerful magic weapon two steps away.

Conti finished casting the spell, turned around and swung the stick towards a rock by the roadside. Accompanied by the roar of the breaking wind, the wooden stick hit the stone heavily, and with a bang, the two-foot-high stone was broken by the middle, and the gravel flew.

Seeing this scene, Joan couldn't help but secretly inhale. The wooden stick cut from the branch in Kanti's hand has undergone a reborn evolution under the blessing of divine power. Judging from the fact that Kanti smashed the rock with a wave just now, the power of this wooden stick is no less than that of a war hammer made of steel. Kanti's own strength is probably not much worse than the muscular dwarf blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in Delin Town.

Kandy picked up the wooden stick and smiled at Joan: "We have to hurry up, the magic power of the 'oak stick technique' won't last long."

"Acorn technique?"

"It's a simple nature magic spell that all druids can cast." Kandy replied nonchalantly.

Joan had heard of druids, these hermits who worshiped the impersonal source of nature—rather than a personal god—were good at using natural magic and were deeply respected by the indigenous tribes, but he never thought that Kantie, who was so different from himself, The little girl of similar age turned out to be a druid, and she seemed to be of a relatively high level, which was really unrecognizable. Although he became more and more curious about Candy's life experience, he still restrained the urge to inquire, followed Candy's suggestion, and walked quickly into the depths of the woods.

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Fourteen years ago, the old man Guillaume Tell returned to his hometown of Delin Town to settle after his adventure career. He planted many apple trees on the barren hills near his former residence, with oaks and cypresses intermingled between the fruit trees. Now these trees have matured. Due to his inconvenient legs and feet, old man Tire seldom went to take care of the forest himself. The task of looking after the forest fell on his grandson Qiao An.

Among all the trees in the forest, the one that Joan valued the most was a rare black oak tree. The "black wood" produced was as hard as steel, but very light and very valuable. Since blackwood is so much lighter than other woods, the entire tree only yields about 150 pounds of wood. Mr. Jason Tyndall, the mayor of Delin Township, runs a timber processing factory. He once offered 1,000 Gold Duga to buy this black oak tree. However, both Old Man Tell and Joanne are reluctant to sell the best tree in their forest. .

The forest is silent, and the snow is full of feet. In such a cold season, deer herds have already migrated to the warmer woodlands in the south, and black bears have also hibernated in deep burrows. Joan led Conti and Jamie to search for prey in the snow-covered woods. He didn't expect to hunt any big animals, and he was very satisfied if he could catch one or two grouse or snow rabbits.

With good luck today, Jamie quickly found a series of shallow marks on the snow, and roared excitedly, urging the owner to come and see.

Joan and Kandy caught up to observe the footprints on the snow, and both guessed that they were footprints left by hares. In this season, the hares have already put on snow-white fur, walking through the snow-covered bushes, with strong concealment, it is difficult for ordinary people to find them no matter how good their eyes are. Fortunately, Jamie not only has excellent eyesight, but also has a very sensitive sense of smell. With the tip of his nose attached to the snow, he sniffed along the footprints left by the hare, and soon found the cave where the rabbit was hiding.

"Jamie, get it out!" Joan commanded the hound in a low voice, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jamie leaned closer to the entrance of the hole, confirming that he couldn't go directly into the narrow rabbit hole with his size, so he blew a big breath of cold air into the hole.

The supernatural breath of the hybrid winter wolf penetrated into the depths of the warm cave like a cold wind, and the hares hidden in it all felt the hidden threat in the cold, and instinctively fled out after being frightened.

The rabbit hole hidden deep under the snow was far more complicated than Joan and Jamie expected. The hole they found was only one of more than a dozen exits. A group of frightened rabbits came out of other more hidden holes, sticking to the Running wildly in the snow, it looked like many snowballs were rolling, shaking Joan's eyes, and he didn't know which one to catch.

Jamie's reaction was faster, he swooped up and held down a hare closest to him, bit off its neck and threw it aside, staring around with green eyes, looking for the next prey.

Kandy saw the hares scurrying all over the ground, and ran past her feet from time to time. He simply stuck the wooden stick in the snow, freed his hands to make spell-casting gestures, and softly chanted the divine magic prayer praising the origin of nature.

The moment the spell casting process was completed, the withered yellow bushes rooted in the snow under Kandy's feet seemed to be infused with life, and they all came alive. They quickly stretched out their branches, climbed and twisted against the ground, and entangled all the fleeing hares on the snow. , tightly bound.

"Okay, now they can't escape!" Candy finished casting the spell, and wiped his sweat with a smile.

Joan carefully avoided the green snake-like vines at his feet, and told Kandy after counting that a total of 9 hares were caught, which was an unprecedented harvest!

"We don't need to catch all these poor little things, let go of those female rabbits and little rabbits, and only catch a few of the fattest male rabbits." Kandy looked into Joan's eyes, as a matter of discussion. He said in a tone: "If all the hares are caught today, there will be no such prey in the future."

Joan knew that Kandy said this not only out of pity, but also to practice the creed of the druid community to maintain the balance of nature, so he nodded silently, took Jamie close to the vines, and picked out the three fattest bulls. rabbit.

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