A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
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Sigh Mountains, pine forests.
In the early morning, black storks chirped on the branches, making a croaking sound that fully reflected the quiet and spaciousness of the mountains. In the distance, a few squirrels emerged from their nests and poked their heads out from the grass. Then, they searched for fallen acorns and pine nuts, stirring the fallen yellow leaves with a rustling sound.
Several sparrowhawks flew high in the sky, occasionally skimming across the sky, then swooping down rapidly, drawing a long arc in the air, chasing their prey.
A scaly pine nut fell from a high branch, landed on the soft gray tent, bounced gently, and then rolled to the black land next to it.
The small tent, thanks to its thick outer lining, was extremely light-blocking, with only a thin sliver of light filtering through the gaps between the curtains. A silver-haired girl lay on a gray rabbit fur blanket, covered by a thin quilt. She lay on her side, her hair scattered across the white quilt, a small amount tucked under her shoulders.
As the sun gradually rose outside, golden-red sunlight filtered through the trees onto the tent, bringing bits of warmth. Loran Hill opened his sleepy eyes, stretched, and then slowly sat up.
Looking at her hands on the quilt, the girl opened and closed her eyes, her head slowly lowered, then raised again. She was dazed for a long time before slowly waking up.
Following the sparse sounds, she changed into a white witch dress and then poked her head out of the tent. She picked up the boots outside the tent and wanted to put them on, but soon found some dew on them, so she retracted her feet in white socks.
Shaking his head a little distressed, Loran Hill sighed in his heart that he was still inexperienced. Then he put the boots back into the storage ring, took out a pair of clean short boots, put them on his feet, and slowly put them on.
The air in the forest in the early morning is particularly fresh, and the birds in the trees are singing happily, flying up from time to time, changing places, and continuing to sing.
Luo Lanxier packed up his tent, rekindled the extinguished campfire, took out a glass bottle filled with amber maple syrup, added a few red grapefruit segments, and placed it next to the fire to warm it. Then he picked up the bread with a fork and took it to the fire to toast.
Watching the warm red flames burn and the bread gradually turn brown, she thought for a moment before picking up the small bottle and sprinkling a little salt onto the bread. She then ate it in small bites. While she ate, she occasionally drank some warm maple syrup water to prevent choking and replenish her water. Maple syrup is not as greasy as honey and has a more refreshing taste.
After eating, putting out the fire, and cleaning up a little, she continued on her way.
The wind rushed past my ears, lifting my long hair. The late autumn sun was not scorching, and the temperature was just right. I could feel the refreshing wind blowing across my body.
Looking at the emerald green and winding forests and mountains below, the girl keenly sensed that there were many extraordinary magical beasts hidden in them. Among them were Natural Sequence 3 Rain Arrow Poison Frogs, which were almost the same color as the leaves, and Primal Sequence 2 Black-eyed Tufted Deer walking in the woods. The antlers of this deer were extremely small and almost invisible, but as extraordinary creatures, the black-brown fur on its body was highly poisonous, used to prevent predation by other high-level magical beasts.
As he traversed the mountains, Loran Hill occasionally sensed a large beast running in the distance. It was a Sequence 5 Dragon, the Red-Scaled Tyrant Dragon. Although it lacked wings, its powerful hind legs and massive jaws made it a minor overlord in the mountains.
The girl's pure white clothes fluttered in the breeze as she finally approached her destination.
A field stretched endlessly along an upward slope. Beneath the vast, cloud-filled sky, a sea of icy blue flowers stretched. Amidst the tender green leaves, white-blue blossoms tinged with blue, their stamens delicate and light blue. As I approached, a chilling air washed over me. Aside from these icy blue flowers, no other plants grew in this field, likely unable to withstand such a harsh environment.
Loran Hill blinked slightly, and the information of this flower appeared on his retina, most of which was Sequence 3, and a small amount was Sequence 4.
Ice flower
Variety: Blue Marigold (special advanced variant)
Condition: In full bloom (damaged)
Sequence: Natural Sequence 4: Frozen Moon Ice Flower (Rating: Rare Gold, rating increased due to large gathering)
talent:
[Frozen Moon Ice Flower] (Perfect): Can absorb sunlight, moonlight, and mana, and slowly condense them into special ice flower magic.
ability:
[Ice Cup Bloom] (Rare): Infects the surrounding environment, causing its temperature to drop, but it will not condense into ice. When a large number of ice cup flowers gather together, they will form a dead zone of life.
[Frozen Moon Fruit] (Perfect): Produces small fruits containing ice magic, smaller than rice grains. It can improve the stability of the extraordinary core and make it more capable of controlling magic. It also has calming, low-temperature, and physical improvement effects.
Looking at the ice-blue sea of flowers in front of him, swaying slightly in the wind, Loran Hill slowly fell from the air.
Strange, why does the system talk about the damaged state? The silver-haired girl strolled among the flowers, feeling the extremely cold around her, her hairs standing up slightly. The temperature at the periphery was okay, about -20 degrees Celsius, but as she walked closer, the temperature in the center was estimated to be about -80 degrees Celsius.
After shaking his trembling body, Loran Hill slowly squatted down and observed these small flowers. Sure enough, he found some differences.
Among the flowers, where the fruit-bearing ears should be, only a small amount of fruit remains, and the stamens are a bit broken, with very little pollen.
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