The wizard of Enoch Atind told Boqiang that the’ real eye’ can let you see those natural magic lines, but it won’t help you much. If you want to learn the magic lines, you need to really understand the magic properties and the affinity of these magic elements.
This knowledge needs continuous learning to understand that the commitment of indigenous tribes in this respect has been broken
It is said that the aboriginal colonization technology was learned by the aboriginal ancestors from an elf sage who traveled in various planes. Presumably, the elf world should have a complete magic pattern colonization technology.
The wizard of Enoch Atind told Boqiang that if he had an organic conversation, he would like to go to the elf world where he could learn the real cloning technology.
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The wizard of Enoch Atind Lala then explained to Boqiang how to colonize the body with magic tattoos
The first step is to master skinning.
Boqiang recently asked Surdak about skinning. Surdak skinning is also a wild road, but he has always been in charge of skinning. In recent years, he has become a skinner, but his physical shortcomings are similar, and he doesn’t know how to teach others.
The second step in learning to procreate is to hold a sacrificial ceremony.
Get the power of’ real eye’ through sacrifice ceremony, and then find the natural magic pattern of Warcraft body through the ability of’ real eye’
Finally, we have to peel off the natural magic lines of Warcraft. Unfortunately, we can’t just practice colonization with magic lines by any indigenous hunter.
Of course, we still have to hunt Warcraft first. Boqiang wants to try his luck outside to see if he can hunt low-level Warcraft like Tim Fish and Magic Antelope, but Boqiang is not a hunter and is not familiar with the nearby dense forest. It is very difficult to hunt Magic Antelope in the forest.
Molly helped them join the hunting team of indigenous hunters and followed them into the jungle to hunt.
The native hunters knew that all the precious alloy bows in their hands were sent by the imperial man and that he was a distinguished guest of the wizard of Enoch Atind, so they were very polite to Boqiang.
Indigenous hunters walk through the forest with bare feet and bare waist around some sparse leaves, carrying alloy bows and hanging daggers and rattan woven baskets behind them. They seem to be covered with a layer of slippery oil, which not only prevents them from being bitten by mosquitoes, but also makes it difficult for them to draw scars on the branches of leaves. They have a thick calluses on their soles and walk through the forest barefoot very quickly.
Molly also took off this time. She always wore a leather barrel skirt, which was a piece of linen bandage to wrap her chest. She wore a leather armor skirt with long legs and slender waist, and her rounded shoulders were exposed. She was carrying a wooden bow and tied a dagger to her thigh. She was not slow at all in the hunter team.
Indigenous hunters took wooden spears and shuttled through the dense forest for most of the day. Although Molly persuaded them to reduce the burden as much as possible, Boqiang was still unable to bear the physical strength of walking so far in one breath. He might as well sit on the branch and eat olive Molly.
Because the native hunters are very familiar with the nearby mountain forest, they took Boqiang into and out of this mountain forest and searched for several magic antelope habitats in succession. Unfortunately, none of them were found as if they had disappeared.
The native hunters then took Boqiang to a swamp and saw dozens of swamp crocodiles with a size of seven meters in the swamp through the Woods.
Chapter 13 Traps
Dozens of swamp crocodiles lie on the edge of the swamp and turn their bellies to bask in the sun. They are crowded together to make people’s scalp numb.
General crocodiles are not difficult for these aborigines to deal with, but this swamp crocodile belongs to the class of Warcraft, which not only has rough skin and strong biting power, but also can release water arrows, which can easily pierce the thick trunk of the bowl mouth dozens of meters away, and this swamp swamp is a famous sprinter.
In front of us, this swamp will sink in when you step on your thigh. For crocodiles, it is paradise. When they crawl, they can flick their huge tails, and every time they flick their tails, they can leap forward a lot.
This swamp crocodile belongs to Warcraft in the early stage of the second level, and the natives absolutely dare not provoke Warcraft at ordinary times.
Swamp crocodile leather is also very precious. If you can meet imperial businessmen, you can sell it at a good price.
Several indigenous hunters lay down behind the grass and gently plucked the weeds in front of them. When they saw those swamp crocodiles squeezing into the swamp to bask in the sun, the forehead wrinkles of hunter Aguirre were extremely deep. He said to everyone in his indigenous language
"There are too many crocodiles. Usually, we can’t gather such swamp crocodiles here, but today there is something unusual here. I also know another magic antelope haunt. Why don’t we try our luck there?"
Aguirre is the leader of these hunters. He is not only familiar with this dense forest, but also has rich experience in jungle life and can judge unknown dangers before.
His hunters believe in him very much. Generally, if Aguirre talks about it, these hunters will strictly carry it out.
Aguirre’s lips are very thick, his eyes are dark and bright, and he is as strong as a bull striding ahead. The indigenous hunters feel that this is a great risk to kill swamp crocodiles, so they slowly retreat and follow Aguirre back.
Bo Qiang and Molly followed the hunters.
Molly is very happy about this hunting trip. At ordinary times, the village envies these hunters in the village. It is enough for her to follow her, but she never thought about hunting Warcraft.
When the team entered the edge of the woodland, they just saw a big tree lying sideways.
Bo Qiang passed by the big tree and saw that the trunk was actually in the middle, and this tree was actually a rare one. The most valuable core of the ironwood tree had rotted and fell to the edge of the woodland. He thought it over carefully for a while and felt that his method was feasible, so he stopped.
Molly stopped when she saw Boqiang stop.
Boqiang’s indigenous language is terrible, but he can still make it clear. He said to Molly, "Maybe I have a way to catch those swamp crocodiles …"
"Aguirre, wait!"
Molly ran to the front of the line like a deer and stopped the native hunter Aguirre and said, "Little Duck said he had a way to catch the swamp crocodile. I think we should listen to him!"
Aguirre turned his thick purple lips and strode back to Boqiang, staring at him and asking seriously, "Are you sure?"
Bo Qiang nodded and pulled out a fine steel arrow cluster from his arms and said, "We can try, even if it doesn’t work, there’s nothing to lose!"
"Well, let’s see what you can think of!" Aguirre said that he then asked Boqiang, "Is there anything we can do for you?"
"Help me insert these fine steel arrow clusters into the hole of this big tree!" Bo Qiang threw fine steel arrow cluster to Aguirre and said
Aguirre reached out and knocked on Tiemu, frowning and said, "How is that possible? This tree is harder than iron. If we had a way to deal with it, it would have become a hardwood bow in our hands."
"The dagger may be done."
With that, Boqiang pulled out the dagger that Surdak gave him from his boots, and then got into the tree hole where only one person could crawl. The dagger tree core drilled round holes, and then the axe planted those fine steel arrow clusters obliquely.
When these native hunters saw Boqiang’s demonstration, they followed Boqiang to bury iron thorns in his heart.
According to Boqiang’s method, all these iron thorns are exposed in the heart of the tree, and all the iron thorns are inclined in the same direction.
Molly squatted in the hole of the tree and looked at Boqiang with a curious face, with a hint of blind worship in her eyes.
Peeking at Molly Aguirre, her eyes are dim and her head is stubborn. Her eyes are full of unwillingness and his native hunters are buried in the heart of the tree. fine steel’s arrow cluster, the native people are pure, happy and sad. Many times, they like to write faces, which is both their advantages and their fatal shortcomings.
Soon, everyone filled this iron tree with the’ teeth’ of fine steel’s arrow cluster, and then Boqiang and the indigenous hunters pushed this iron tree to the edge of the swamp. This piece of iron wood was extremely heavy, and everyone put it in the swamp crocodile and could not find it in the wild grass. Then Boqiang asked Aguirre to hunt some rabbits and pheasants in the jungle.
Aguirre didn’t refuse, and soon ran back with a bunch of pheasants, some of whom were still dripping with blood with arrows.
Molly watched curiously as Bo Qiang tied a bloody pheasant to a string, and then let the native hunter hide in the forest with Molly, but he slowly walked to the edge of the swamp.
Indigenous hunters have a natural fear of the crocodile in the swamp. They saw Boqiang carrying a pheasant to the crocodile in the swamp, and their faces showed a look of fear. Although some people were eager to move, no one wanted to follow.