Summoning a bone servant almost exhausted all his power.

The little power obtained by devouring the silver mother wolf's flesh and blood before the ears was exhausted, and it seemed that it had even applied a lot of its own flesh and blood! The elderly old wolf's body became skinny again, shaking, as if it would die in the next moment.

But, it's all worth it.

The skeleton of the wilderness of the skull with green ghost fire flashing in the cranial cavity crawled down respectfully in front of Queer... This guy was after all the wolf king. Even if he was not the largest in this cemetery, he was almost the size of a buffalo.

More importantly, tireless, painless, and fearless!

A moving skeleton wolf, only other creatures fear it...

"Let's go... I need more... fresh... flesh and blood..." Que'er said something, muttered in an old voice, and walked out of the valley.

Green Fire Bone Wolf follows closely.

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Gene has his own little abacus.

After breakfast, he slipped down the mage tower quietly.

The red-haired boy who had passed the "Devil Special Training" at night in the golden spider, his fear of the stairs was gradually weakening. Now he was no longer slower than that of ordinary people walking on normal steps! After half an hour, Gene came to the first floor hall of the Mage Tower.

He saw the grey-robed servants working hard again.

He quietly grabbed a handful of crystal powder from the pile of raw materials and stuffed it into his pocket.

The gray-robed servant noticed his little move, but no one cared about it - perhaps the value of crystal powder is too low, or perhaps these gray-robed servants also knew that in the entire mage tower, those who do not wear gray robes were either magicians or magicians' guests, and in short, they were all "adults" to them!

Gene quickly pushed the door and left, running to the sea of ​​pine forests not far away.

This time he came out by himself and did not work with Blanche. Every morning it is time for magic apprentices to practice releasing magic. Blanche worked especially hard in this regard, so she couldn't stop!

Yesterday, the two searched for the whole day, and Blanche finally couldn't find a better pine tree than the magic wand she was using, and returned in disappointment. The gray-haired girl who didn't like to put her hope on the illusory things had decided to only take an hour every day in the evening to try her luck in the forest, and spend the rest of her time on meditation and hard practice!

"If I release a hundred times to succeed once, then I will practice a hundred times more times than others! I don't believe in evil! Even if I use hard piles of times, I will have to master the fireball technique perfectly!"

Gene can still remember Blanche's gritting teeth when she said this to the fire last night.

Therefore, Gene took a little thought - she was doing nothing all day now. If she could help Blanche find a better staff before His Highness Glen took her away from the Magic Tower and help her practice casting more easily, it would be a very meaningful gift for parting!

The red-haired boy climbed up the treetops like a monkey and began to look at the tall and straight clouds.

Those that meet the "tall and straight" characteristics may not necessarily be pine trees with excellent magical characteristics, but those that do not meet must not be! Tall and strong means health and growth, which is a prerequisite for forming a good tree core.

Gene quickly selected a target.

The pointed top of the pine tree seemed to stand out among the green waves of the forest, far beyond the neighbors. So he stood on the branch here and aimed slightly, used his small wooden bow to shoot an arrow, accurately hitting the trunk of the straight pine tree a hundred meters away, making a "choke" echo!

After marking, he jumped off the tree and ran over to check it out.

Under the tree, Gene repeated Blanche's actions yesterday, buried the crystal powder, and then stuck it on the trunk and listened with his ear.

He has no magical talent, and he cannot feel the gathering of natural elements. The "rustling" sound from the tree canopy is hard to tell for him whether it is the normal sound of the mountain wind blowing, or a passionate gathering of invisible mysterious little things?

However, when I heard Blanche reject him like this yesterday, Gene felt that there was a loophole in this sentence. How could it be that I couldn't tell it? It just takes a while to listen... The mountain wind cannot keep blowing. There are always times when I stop. If I try it a few more times, I can always hear the difference.

It just takes enough patience and a lot of time...

Gene's most important thing is time.

He closed his eyes, pressed his ears hard on the trunk, and tried to receive information from the outside world... When he listened hard, his thoughts seemed to float out, and the other parts of the pine tree appeared in his mind - straight trunks, crawling ants, cracked bark like tortoise shells, brown pine cones with fish scales, green needles...

Gene once thought it was just his imagination. He even laughed at himself for being too rich, and he actually made up so many details... until he saw a snake.

The dark brown body, the same color as the bark and cracked lines, is a good camouflage. The triangular flat snake head is close to the trunk, and there are scales on the scalp. It is slowly moving downwards without any movement.

The hunter of nature stuck out his tongue, and the poisonous fangs slid out of his jaw, ready to attack.

However, the red-haired human boy under its body suddenly opened his eyes! Then he rolled and crawled backwards. After a few rolls, he suddenly found a curved wooden strip from somewhere and fiddled with it.

A flash of shadow!

Then the poisonous snake struggled and twisted wildly on the tree.

Unfortunately, the middle part of its body was nailed to the trunk, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape.

"Goddess, I'm just a little bit away from death..." Gene quickly recognized this as a highly poisonous species called "Spearhead Tree Viper". The person bitten would die within half a day. He was immediately scared and sweated.

But when he gradually calmed down, he felt something was wrong.

[I clearly closed my eyes, how could I see it...] Gene widened his eyes.

He first confirmed the surrounding environment and confirmed that there were no more dangers, and then closed his eyes again.

boom!

This time, after feeling it with all my heart, Gene clearly felt something left from his forehead and gradually spreading around. Wherever it passed, he vaguely felt like he had "see it with his own eyes". However, they were all blurry shapes, but there was no color.

Swish! Gene opened his eyes again and looked around in surprise.

In the air around, in the sky, under the earth, plants, mountains and rocks, and in the void, faint white light spots emerged out of thin air! They seemed to be attracted by something, and they all flew to the center of Gene's eyebrows.

After a moment, the red-haired boy's eyebrows were faintly hot. At the location where the adventurers formed the mark of light, the white light spots gathered together, forming a faint stardust vortex, with blurry shapes but very bright!

"What's wrong with me..." Gene observed everything at the edge of the stream.

Is this the mark of light? But it is different from the mark of Lord Eddie!

He was a little panicked, but also a little excited and nervous. He felt that he was in a very good state, but he was not sure if there was any good change!
Chapter completed!