After a peaceful night, Loran Hill woke up from his sleep.
She opened her eyes, lay on the blanket, and looked at the sparse spots of light above her head. The sunlight shone into the cave through the gaps in the plants.
I slept very comfortably last night. Was it because I felt safe in the warm cave? She thought so in her heart, moved her feet, and felt the two little guys still pressing against her legs.
It's time to get up. We have to cross this volcano early, otherwise we will starve.
The acorns in the box were all eaten yesterday, and there are few plants in the volcano, mostly grass on the mountain. Most of these grasses are plants in the grass family.
As we all know, the surface and edges of the leaves of plants in the Poaceae family are as rough as glass sand, and they do contain silica (glass), which is difficult to swallow. Humans should not try to eat it easily.
It's worth noting that grasses are also a major source of food, such as rice, wheat, and corn. However, this is the result of long-term selection. Wild grasses, such as bamboo, reeds, and foxtail grass, have extremely small seeds and coarse leaves, making them inedible to humans. (Except for the ruminating Artiodactyls (cattle, sheep, and deer), few other animals eat grass leaves, as they are too unpalatable.)
Loran Hill's movement of getting up woke up the two sleeping birds. They chirped, spread their wings, jumped a few steps on Loran Hill's quilt, and looked sideways at the "big bird" that had gotten up.
Loran Hill put on his boots, tied his laces, stood up, and turned back to pack up his blanket.
She held one side of the quilt and shook her hand, and the two little birds jumped away and then landed on the quilt again.
"Okay, okay, everyone, get up. I'm going to put away the quilt."
After listening to what Loran Hill said for a few words, they stood quietly aside, stopped making trouble, and watched the girl pack up the blanket and cup and put them back into the rattan box.
With his hands, he pushed aside the vines and grass at the entrance of the cave and looked at the outside world.
The pale golden sunlight in the early morning was shining obliquely across the mountains, bringing a sense of tranquility to the volcano. The crisp chirping of birds could be heard from afar, and there was a hint of coolness in the breeze.
With the vine box in hand, Loran Hill set out again, but she couldn't fly today. This place was located on a volcano, so there were fewer birds, making it difficult for her to take off smoothly. Furthermore, compared to the forest, this area was also more populated with magical beasts. Flying too high would be too conspicuous and would attract attacks from some extraordinary birds of prey.
With his light-colored boots stepping on the basalt and using the air to support part of the weight of the wooden box, Loran Hill walked quickly through the canyons and mountainsides between the volcanoes, crossing the hot black land.
Half a day later, the sun gradually rose to noon, and the temperature in the mountains became extremely hot. Even though Loran Hill relied on breeze circulation to dissipate heat, it still felt a bit stuffy.
White smoke was still rising from the volcano in the distance, and even from a long distance away, one could still feel the suffocating heat emanating from the black soil.
After crossing the foot of a mountain again, Loran Hill paused and walked to a shadowy spot, ready to rest. Seeing her stop, the two birds in the air also landed and stood beside her.
Loran Hill placed the wooden box horizontally and sat on it for a while. He looked up at the scorching sun, closed his eyes and began to rest to relieve his fatigue.
Time passed slowly. Half an hour later, a red figure more than ten meters long suddenly appeared and swam quickly on the opposite hillside, as if avoiding something. Loran Hill also opened his eyes and looked at the opposite side a few hundred meters away.
A fire fox with black stripes was running in the mountains. It easily caught up with the long red and black snake, bit its neck, and then dragged the snake's body along the mountainside.
This huge fire fox, as big as a cow, has black stripes on its cheeks and forehead, which looks very strange. Its strength is also very powerful, reaching Sequence 5.
As it ran, the long snake kept struggling, its abdomen and body curled up, and its shape and appearance were very creepy. Loran Hill and the two little birds beside him watched in silence, not daring to show their heads for fear of attracting the attention of the two.
Finally, the strange fire fox finally bit off the long snake's neck while pulling and threw the snake's head aside. The blood remaining on its mouth wet some of its fur.
Although its neck was broken, the ten-meter-long red snake was still twisting its body. The fire fox held it down and cut open its abdomen with one claw. Then it tore off the snake skin and began to eat the flesh inside.
After it had almost finished eating, it licked its lips and turned its gaze towards Loran Hill.
It turned out that it had already discovered the existence of the man and two birds. The reason why it ignored it before was that it did not want to alert the snake, and also wanted to enjoy the long snake first.
The long snake finished eating, but its stomach was still not full, so it naturally set its sights on the girl.
This was a problem. Loran Hill took a few steps back, and an acorn fell from his sleeve and sank into the soft ground.
The seed grew rapidly, and its branches seemed to be specialized, growing only in the middle, and even the leaves were extremely sparse. Under Loran Hill's operation, a flat main branch nearly one meter long gradually took shape.
Seeing the magical fluctuations emanating from Roland Hill, the fire fox also leaped down from the mountain, rushing towards him as fast as lightning, its red fur flaming like flames.
The oak tree's young branches rapidly absorbed nutrients and substances from the earth, growing under the catalyst of Loran Hill. Seeing the fire fox approach, she grasped the top of the branch, and a emerald green light flowed. A wooden sword took shape in her hand. The blade was slender and light. Although it was made of wood, its fibers were tightly packed together, making it as tough as gold or iron.
Recalling the swordsmanship he had learned in the past, Roland Hill stepped lightly and quickly leaped forward. Since he was going to fight, he had to take the initiative. Staying where he was and getting beaten would only make it easier for the enemy to succeed.
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