She Is Not a Witch Chapter 108: Night in the forest
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Accelerate the tempering speed and improve one's own strength. This is the main task at the moment.
The extraordinary core of her own condensation, because of its extremely excellent characteristics, basically does not need to bother to manipulate the cultivation, and it automatically refines the magic power all the time.
But just that, the speed is still a bit slow. As a result of the six months of learning, Lorrain Hill has also been able to supplement the knowledge of alchemy after the Mercury Dynasty and has learned many new methods of refining potions.
Except for a few rare potions, most of the alchemy formula can be found in the library, but it is another matter to refine it.
It's like a very beautiful famous painting in front of you. You can see the details and colors in it, but you can paint by yourself.
It’s the same with cooking. Recipes can be seen everywhere. There are not so many things that can be made. The same is true for alchemy.
But unlike other potions masters, Lorrainhill lacks materials, not refining techniques. The mythical talent allows her to easily grasp the characteristics of the materials and the precise weights, and the temperature and changes can also be delicately perceived by it, but now it is precisely the lack of suitable raw materials.
She can cultivate excellent extraordinary crops, but it takes time to grow. Even if it is catalyzed by her own magic power, the more advanced crops have a lower effect, the pearl-grade colorful grapes behind the house have already consumed a lot of energy. It is not realistic to cultivate other crops after a short holiday.
It seems that this time I have to go out and explore.
Silver-haired girl sitting on the top of the canopy of the red maple tree hundreds of meters high, looking at the mountains in the distance of Qingdai, expressing such feelings.
The Tiziran Mountain Range is just a small branch of the Sighing Mountain Range. The Sighing Mountain Range divides the mainland into two. It is vast, most of which are inaccessible. There are also many extraordinary monsters hidden in the mountains. Although dangerous, they It also hides a lot of good things that grow naturally.
The white legs swayed gently in the leisurely air, and the pure white skirt fluttered in the air. Lorrain Hill leaned against the tree trunk, thinking about which direction to head in.
By the way, I almost forgot. Isn't there another one who understands the local existence?
She gently patted the tree trunk under her body, closed her eyes, and slowly felt the consciousness in the tree.
A slightly cheerful message came from the tree, seeming to be thanking me for my help. But it has been eight years, the feelings and thoughts of the tree are really different from those of human beings.
Lorraine Hill asked where there was another existence like it. The red maple tree seemed to be thinking and remembering for a while before emitting a shallow ripple spreading in all directions.
Following this spreading arc of light, Lorrain Hill probably knew two directions, one in the far north and the other in the southeast, both in the mountains of sighs.
The icy one in the north seems to be a little bit painful recently, and the hot one in the south seems to have been sleeping. Here is the answer from the red maple tree.
They have never met each other, and can only perceive each other's existence by relying on the vague information in nature. According to the perception of the red maple tree, the northern one is similar to it, it should be a Sequence 7 coral-level existence, and the southeast one should be a Sequence 8 crystal-level existence, but it looks lazy and doesn't have much desire to attack.
Is it this way, Lorraine Hill thought, if it is such an advanced and intelligent supernatural plant, it should be possible to communicate with it, and it shouldn't be difficult to find them to exchange some fruits at that time.
After making up her mind, she leaped gently from the tree, let the wind flow over her body, and fell freely, then she held down the skirt and slowly landed on the grass in the courtyard.
Walking back to the hut, I prepared some things, such as clothes, food, and some travel supplies. After putting them in the stored ring, Lorrain Hill thought for a while and put on a pure white witch dress. It will be much more comfortable to move in the forest.
Ordinary dresses, the shoulders and collarbone will be exposed in the air and are easily scratched by thick branches and leaves. The shawls on the witch’s dress are much better protected. In addition, the skirts are relatively long, without lace. Will be hooked. At the same time, the large brim can block water dripping from the forest.
After changing her clothes, after thinking about it for a while, she jumped onto the tall tree trunk and folded a one-meter long branch as a cane.
Sure enough, the witch has to hold something in her hand.
Sitting sideways on the plucked branches, Lorrainhill flew into the dense and distant mountains.
According to the information of the red maple tree, the existence in the north is about a thousand miles away from the courtyard where she lives. First fly to the vicinity of that side, and then drop down to find it.
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Layers of forests are all over the mountains, and the emerald green and thick canopy keeps retreating under the feet. Lorrainhill rides on a wooden stick and walks through the gaps between the forest hills. Occasionally, I can see the clearing between the forests, the puddles formed by the water after the rain, reflecting the blue of the sky, like a mirror.
Some small animals will drink water carefully at these water holes. There are foxes, wolves, antelope, etc., but there are also some rough guys. Occasionally, a few big wild boars will rush into the puddle like a joy, splashing a lot of water, and then rolling around inside, so that the mud is covered with their hard mane.
Lorlandhill holds down the brim of his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, looking at the emerald green scenery below, and sometimes walking with a few birds, holding these curious little guys in his palms, carefully Look up, and then fly again.
Because it was not in the morning when she set out, she only flew half the distance when the sun was about to set. The burning sunset glowed across the horizon. Several herons were singing in the forest, and the girl gradually slowed down, preparing to find a place to rest for the night, and then set off tomorrow.
After turning around for a few times, Lorrain Hill found a mountainside with pine trees and fell down. There is no Warcraft around this place, which is safer and will not be disturbed.
The land in the forest is covered by layers of light yellow and withered leaves. There are not many shrubs, and many scattered pine nuts can be seen on the leaves.
The girl’s boots stepped on a rock on the ground, and then the pure white skirt slowly fell, and the slight air current blew a few fallen leaves beside her feet. She gently waved the wooden stick in her hand and drew an arc in the air, and then the air flow rotated, bringing up layers of fallen leaves, pine nuts, and a small amount of dead branches and other debris, exposing the black ground below.
After sweeping out a circular clearing all around, Lorrain Hill took out a larger tent from the ring and placed it on the ground.
First spread a layer of waterproof mat on the ground, then put the tent on the mat, then set up the shelf, fasten the tent, and fix the surrounding corners with nails, then adjust the details slightly, the tent Just set it up.
Pick up some dead branches around ~IndoMTL.com~ and pile them together to raise a small bonfire. Lorrain Hill sits on the rock beside the fire and takes out a few green fruits and puts them by the bonfire. bake.
The girl held a wooden branch and gently flicked the burning firewood. With the occasional burst of pine nuts and sparks, a faint firewood and pine fragrance floated in the air.
After a while, the girl in the white skirt peeled off the steaming peel and ate the sweet and sour pulp, occasionally being scalded and sticking out her tongue.
After eating the fruit, she took out the notes she took at school to see which formulas worked well and well, and she thought about ways to improve it.
In the quiet night, the quill rustled across the paper, the girl's concentrated face and the pages of the book reflected the warm fire, and the long shadow shook slightly under the flame.
The sky full of stars, the secluded forest, and the grass underneath from time to time, there are screams of insects.
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