“Huh
Is it my illusion or what
Why do I feel the air around you is particularly fresh
A light citrus smell with a hint of lemon?"
After agreeing to form a temporary alliance with Joe Butler, the outgoing Demir walked up to Joe Butler and put his arm around his shoulder.
His sensitive nose moved twice, and he immediately distinguished that the air within about two meters around Joet Brown was different from the air in the forest.
“Well, I have been maintaining three spells, Holy Light Protection, Refreshing, and Anti-Poison.
From the beginning of the competition till now, I have never stopped supplying mana."
Jobtran nonchalantly revealed his "little secret" and generously displayed the hidden magic light. When Demir looked in disbelief, he calmly hid it again.
"So, you were fighting me while maintaining your mana consumption
Are you a devil?"
DeMille stared at the tightly wrapped Jobtran with a look that said "you're a freak", trying to see some different expression on his face.
Joe Butran spread his hands helplessly.
"I'm just afraid of death. Better safe than sorry."
Afterwards, Joet Brown told Demir the truth about his preparations before the game and why he had to maintain three spells now, and Demir burst into laughter after hearing it.
"Hahahaha, you're exaggerating.
As far as I know, that girl Madeline wouldn't fight with an infectious disease.
That’s not her style.”
"It was never Madeline that I was on guard against."
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
“Madeleine is a seeded player, so I naturally investigated her in advance.
Her preferred fighting style, while difficult to guard against, is traceable.
What I am worried about is that crazy Arthur."
“Arthur, you are such a hypocrite, you are really hard to see through.
So, how did you end up arguing with Arthur? "
"...He killed my people, I want him to pay with his life."
After that, Jobtran did not explain further.
Although Demir was a little silly, he knew that asking further questions would only lead to boredom, so he changed the subject.
"Okay, but let me make it clear in advance that I have fought with Arthur several times, and although the outcome was never decided, I have no confidence in beating him unless I try my best.
If you run into Arthur, you can handle it yourself."
"How confident are you that you can succeed?"
“Three points, it was still the usual ranking competition, and the use of your own weapons was not allowed.
I didn't have a pickaxe, and he didn't have the legendary sword from the lake.
At the time, we were just using the standard weapons given to us by the competition, but I have to say, his moves were difficult to defend against.”
Demir recalled the details of his fight with Arthur, and picked up a branch to demonstrate.
Although it has the form, it lacks the power.
"This is just one of my moves. When I use it, it looks like a villager chopping wood with great force. But when Arthur uses it, there is an irresistible dominance. Perhaps this is the so-called aura of a king?"
After seeing DeMille's presentation, Jobtran felt more confident.
That was not the royal swordsmanship commonly used by the soldiers of the Daying Empire, but the knight's two-handed sword posture passed down from the Middle Ages.
The key is to use both strength and calculation to defeat the opponent, using the weight of the two-handed sword to collide with the opponent's weapon and use the force to break the opponent's defense.
This kind of swordsmanship mostly involves slashing rather than stabbing, and the fighting style is rather clumsy. For an all-round player like Jobtran who does not have too many shortcomings, it is not a difficult sword move to deal with.
But if you look down on Arthur because you know this, you will be inferior.
Jobtran understood that this was only the kung fu that Arthur displayed openly, but his hidden tricks had never been revealed.
He still needed to be extremely cautious to be prepared to defeat Arthur.
"Thanks, this is very useful information."
Jobtran thanked him quietly. He was grateful that DeMille shared his experience so frankly, and he also thought that DeMille would be a good friend.
Demir waved his hand.
"It's okay, it's not a big deal.
If you want to thank me, give me the fruit from your waist bag.
After saying that, Demir actually showed an expression that was inconsistent with a man who was 1.9 meters tall - acting cute.
He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, widened his eyes as wide as he could, and opened his mouth slightly. You could even see a stream of saliva about to fall.
"Um, how did you know there was a fruit in my waist bag?"
If DeMille hadn't said it, Jobtran would have almost forgotten the fruit given to him by the marmot he rescued in the desert.
The red fruit lay quietly in the waist bag. It had some wrinkles on the surface, but it looked ripe.
Joe Butran put the fruit in his palm and glanced at Demir.
"If you don't tell me, I won't give you any food."
"Uh, I smell it.
I really am not lying to you. "
DeMille looked at Jobtran with expectant eyes, his posture as funny as a puppy waiting for food from its owner.
“Isn’t this the fruit of a cactus?”
Joet Brown looked at Demir who was shamelessly acting cute a little speechlessly and complained softly.
“No, no, no, I’ve eaten it once, only once in my life.
This is the fruit of the red tamarisk tree, it is delicious. "
DeMille immediately corrected Job Trandeau.
“Huh
Haloxylon ammodendron
I remember there are only two types of Haloxylon ammodendron: Haloxylon alba and Haloxylon nigromatotherium
On the contrary, the Cistanche deserticola that parasitizes under the Haloxylon ammodendron tree is a relatively precious medicinal material.”
Jobtran recalled the knowledge he had memorized in botany class and carefully observed the red hawthorn fruit in his hand.
"It does look like the fruit of the Haloxylon ammodendron tree, but I've never heard of the red Haloxylon ammodendron tree."
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because the red tamarisk tree has long been extinct. It's even a legendary plant."
Demir put away his cute face and explained seriously.
Joet Brown, on the other hand, made a "are you kidding me" expression, looking at Demir's contradictory language, and was even ready to put the fruit back into his pocket.
"Hey hey hey, don't!
I explain, I explain. "
DeMille held down Joet Brown's hand as it was reaching for his waist bag, and hurriedly explained,
“The red haloxylon ammodendron tree is a product of the Fantasy Dreamland, and since the passage to the Fantasy Dreamland was closed, there is basically no way to obtain it.
The legendary red Haloxylon ammodendron tree is twice as large as the real white Haloxylon ammodendron tree. It is rooted in the soil of the dreamland, so the nutrients it absorbs are very different from those in reality.
I learned about this from the remains of an archaeological excavation.
Don’t you disbelieve it!
I also ate the dried fruits from the ruins, and my health became stronger after eating them. "
Joet Brown looked at DeMille with doubt.
“You dare to eat the dried fruits in the ruins
It's good enough that you weren't poisoned to death.
Since you said the origin of this fruit is so precious, then isn't this fresh fruit in my hand even more precious?"
"So, will you give it to me?"
Jobtran did not insist any further, but broke the fruit of the Haloxylon ammodendron tree in half and handed half over.
"Here, half for each of us."
Demir snatched the half of the fruit from Joet Brown's hand like a hungry wolf and immediately stuffed it into his mouth, fearing that Joet Brown would regret it.
But Joet Brown did not move. He just watched Demir wipe his mouth after he finished eating and patted his stomach in satisfaction.
"Mmm~ fresh and juicy, sour and sweet, it's much better than dried fruits.
This charming fragrance is something I will never forget in my life."
Demier sighed, then looked at Jobtran who was walking beside him but holding the fruit without eating it and asked,
"Hey, why don't you eat?"
"Let me see if you'll get poisoned after eating it."
Joet Brown smirked and looked at Demir who had been tricked by him.
Demir made a stunned expression, but at the same time he scratched his messy hair awkwardly.
“I’m… immune to most toxins, and I don’t know what it feels like to be poisoned now.
When I was a kid, I didn’t know much and ran to the forest every day. I would stuff anything edible I saw into my mouth. After getting poisoned so many times, I became immune to it.
So, none of Madeleine’s poisonous food has any effect on me, and I even think it tastes pretty good.”
Now it was Jobtran's turn to be stunned.
He had never heard of anyone being immune to toxins, and originally planned to use Demir as a guinea pig. If he was poisoned, he could still save him.
Now, we can’t even tell whether it’s toxic or not. So, is it better to eat this half petal of the fruit or not
Jobtran was a little conflicted. He stopped and stared at the half petal of the fruit in his hand that was oozing with sweet juice.
The bright red flesh tempted him silently, but reason was shouting in his mind telling him not to eat such strange food.
Subconsciously, Jobtran swallowed his saliva, then gritted his teeth, pulled down his mask, and put the fruit into his mouth.
Sure enough, the taste was just as DeMille described, sour and sweet, but with a bit of astringency.
After chewing the pulp, it mixes with saliva and flows down the throat like water.
There was a cool feeling in the stomach, but at the same time, the body felt slightly warm.
If you look closely, you will find that all the pores on the body are open, and beads of sweat are oozing out.
These sweat drops expel impurities accumulated in the body.
This half petal of the fruit was like washing one side of Jobtran's body, but it was followed by thunder in his stomach.
"Coo-coo-coo, puff-puff-puff."
Demier, who was not at all wrong, looked at Jobtran awkwardly, while Jobtran's face darkened.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom first."
——
"How is it? Are you feeling better?"
DeMille looked at Joe Butter Brown who came out of the haystack with an apologetic look on his face, but Joe Butter Brown did not respond.
One could see with the naked eye that his legs were trembling slightly.
However, the improvement in physical fitness is real.
Except for a certain sphincter that was tormented to a certain extent, the other muscles seemed to be happily celebrating their rebirth, as if an invisible energy was silently charging the tired cells and giving them new vitality.
"If someone had been watching me just now, I would have been so embarrassed."
Joet Brown thought helplessly.
Although he had interfered and shielded the device to a certain extent, he still felt uneasy.
After all, going to the toilet in public is a very immoral and shameful behavior.
But this little episode also shows DeMille's reliability and unreliability.
His words were very truthful, without too many lies, and he was a very open-minded person. When Demir went to the toilet, he also abided by the agreement made when they formed the alliance and cleared out the stragglers nearby so that no one could get close to him. On the other hand, the food recommended by Demir was already on Joet Brown's blacklist.
It tastes good and is indeed useful, but the diarrhea it causes is not something that most people can tolerate.
Before Joet Brown had diarrhea, he silently cast a few small spells to remove toxins, but diarrhea still occurred.
I'm afraid this complication of weak legs cannot be resolved in a short time.
Joet Brown was very sad.
He was quite grateful to the little groundhog that brought him the fruit, but he couldn't figure out where the red tamarisk fruit in the little groundhog came from.
If the fruits of the red Haloxylon ammodendron tree appeared in the real world, does it symbolize that the passage to the dreamland has been opened again
Or could it be something worse
As Joet Brown walked, he deduced based on the existing clues.
The three words "Dreamland" are not unfamiliar to Jobtran, but anything related to the Dreamland is rarely mentioned in class.
These are words that refer to occult knowledge.
The dreamland is a place that exists neither in reality nor in fantasy.
In the nothingness between reality and dreams, another world is opened up, which is the dreamland.
The fallen ancient god, the Moon God Kongs, who had intruded into the sanity test earlier, ran out because he sensed the weirdness in Joet Brown's soul from the dreamland.
Does that mean that the passage to the Dreamland is in danger
If reality is slowly swallowed up by the dream world, it will be a devastating disaster.
Joet Brown came to the above conclusion without any hesitation.
The guns and armies that people in reality are proud of are not even ants in front of the sleeping gods in the dreamland.
Perhaps with just a glance, all the soldiers would commit suicide on the spot.
"No, I want to tell the old man about this phenomenon."
Joet Brown thought to himself.
But Demir didn't notice that Joet Brown beside him was thinking so much. He was observing the surrounding environment vigilantly, and he seemed to feel a strange murderous aura.
"brother."
DeMille lowered his voice and gently called out to Joet Brown, who was in deep thought, and brought his thoughts back to reality.
"Looks like there's trouble."
Jobtran suppressed this question in his heart and looked in the direction Demir pointed.
A thick black smoke drifted from the Magic Forest to the sky, and along with the wind, there were also sounds of many contestants fighting and struggling.
The wind brought not only sound, but also the smell of blood and gunpowder.
The ground is shaking slightly, this is the earth crying.
Jobtran thought about it for a moment and quickened his pace.
He did not look back, but ran and shouted,
"Something happened to someone in the military command department."