Second, continuous practice has made the effect of the spell stronger. Now, I can move heavier objects and do faster movements. The third and most interesting point is that the success of the spell has nothing to do with my pronunciation, but whether I think my pronunciation is correct or not. "
"Oh … Come on." Jegret blinked quickly. "Now can you tell me what happened next? Who is more powerful, the butcher or the jujube seller? "
"No, you changed the topic too abruptly. Haven't you ever thought about why things would move just because I spoke? Is there any reason? "
"You chanted the spell that suits you, so it should be effective. Is there any reason for this? Since the Creator created the world, the Goddess of Thunder and Truth has been watching over and taking care of everyone, rewarding those who are right and punishing those who are wrong. You did the right thing. There is a reward, you have to thank the Goddess. "
"But I … I can't use the same method to cast the spell. I've tried." Reynolds wanted to say, "But I'm a demon, the Goddess won't care." But he was afraid that the Goddess would care through the sword of the Sacred Heart Paladin.
"The Goddess has her own plans. You can experience it, but don't speculate." Jegret became serious, which made Reynolds know that he should continue with the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, adapted for a different world.
Jegret heard the rest of the story as she wished, but she had a lot of opinions about the plot where an inconspicuous character who made straw sandals could defeat two powerhouses at the same time. Reynolds ignored her opinion. He was still thinking about the question that popped up when all the earthlings successfully cast the spell. "What is going on?"
The morning was cold, and there was a trace of loneliness in the thin fog. There was a layer of frost on the sleeping blanket. Like the damp rock under the body, it would not warm up again. Autumn was left with its last breath of heat, and winter was squeezing its throat with both hands.
Reynolds woke up shivering and couldn't sleep. His body kept shaking, which was a sign that his muscles were trying hard to generate heat. This kind of shivering made the white fog he exhaled intermittently, but it was enough for Wu Mama to know that he had woken up.
"Reynolds, there is soup, hot."
The soft call gave him strength, urging him to slowly squeeze out of the sleeping bag. The others were still resting. It was not easy for everyone, so it was best not to wake them up.
They rested behind a rock on a leeward hillside. The space was not big, and it was a little far from the forest, so they could not make a big campfire. The flames in front of Reynolds and Wu Mama could only heat up a teapot. However, when one's hand neared the flame, that bit of heat was enough to revive a person.
"Pine needles and some mint. Drink it." Wu Mama poured half a cup of hot "tea" for Reynolds and said, "Warm your hands first. If you can move, you can work and you can make it through."
Wu Mama usually did not talk much, but at this time, he became more talkative. Reynolds understood this change. In order to avoid being attacked by wild beasts at night, they had to take turns keeping watch every day. This meant that they had to face the darkness alone most of the night.
Starlight and moonlight are good friends, but all sounds are enemies. When the wind blew through the branches, over the ridges, and through the crevices of the rocks, it would make different whispers, like the gentle breath of a resentful banshee. Big animals and small animals stuffed their emotions into the wind, suddenly piercing into the heart of someone who was already too tense. This was pure torture. In particular, when he heard the crisp sound of a branch being broken, the night turned into the figures of all kinds of monsters in his imagination.
At this time, they could only prick up their ears and be alert, not daring to sleep. However, after a while, people would doubt whether the previous "crack" had happened or not, and whether it was an illusion. There was no way to verify it, and no way to tell others, so when the night watch was about to end and some friends woke up, people were talkative.
"It's the tenth day, can your body still hold on?" Wu Mama gently broke a branch and stuffed it into the campfire. Soon, people who felt the change in light would wake up one by one. It was time to increase the firepower and heat up the dry food.
"I have never suffered like this before, so unless I can't hold on, I can't answer you." Reynolds drank a mouthful of tea with the fragrance of plants. Vitality flowed into his body with the heat, and the feeling was no different from being resurrected from hell. "Wu Mama, what are we eating for breakfast?"
"There is still enough portable dry food left for one meal, which is today's breakfast. Soak it in boiling hot spring water, add some wine, and two cloves of garlic. After that, we have to decide what to eat based on the hunting situation, or dried meat strips. "
"For Dilly, the trouble is about to start."
Wu Mama nodded. The elves' custom was not to eat meat. Their needs for protein and oil were all solved from plants. Everyone had been saving dry food for Yegret, leaving the purely plant-based biscuits and bread for her. However, these things would go bad in the wild one day, and could not last longer than salted meat strips.
"Unless there are dehydrated vegetables or canned food," Reynolds muttered.
Wu Mama heard it, but pretended not to hear it. In fact, the main reason was that she did not understand. For the past ten days, Reynolds had been practicing his incantation. Even when he was telling stories, the phrase "sua" had become a common curse in everyone's minds. Even when they were sleeping, the phrase "sua, sua" would echo in their dreams. It could not be helped. His stories were too good, and he practiced too hard. In order to get the former, they had to endure the latter.
In addition to SUA, Reynolds was also experimenting with other spells. Therefore, from time to time, he would say words that no one understood, such as dehydrated vegetables or canned food. At first, everyone was curious and would ask him what those words were. Reynolds did not hide it and would tell everyone, but no one could understand. The things involved seemed to make sense, but it was more like some kind of imagination. Considering that Reynolds didn't seem to have gone crazy, the things that everyone couldn't understand must be magic incantations.
At this time, Yegret turned over and swung her arms from one side of the water bag to the other, almost hitting Ramstein's round nose. "Food …" she said vaguely.
Yegret was the only one who slept with her arms outside the sleeping bag. The temperature in the mountains did not seem to have any effect on her. Not only that, but in terms of endurance, flexibility, and strength, she also overwhelmed the few people except Kael and Tron. This made Ramstein and Wu Mama a little depressed.
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