Magus Tech

Jungle hut, dark forest gathering place.

As a second-level wizard apprentice, Maas was walking on the road of the gathering place, chewing the dried fish in his mouth, striding slowly, trying not to attract anyone's attention.The gaze occasionally shifts in one direction, and then quickly retracts.If you don't observe carefully, the rest will not see any weirdness at all, and Mas thinks so.

However, Mas occasionally still panicked, and couldn't help thinking in his mind: What if he was found?Won't it be killed directly?It shouldn't be, this is in the gathering place, and it is still in the daytime. If you really do it, there will be some other wizards blocking it.

But what if the wizard is too late to stop?

Maas swallowed the fish in his mouth nervously and was about to make a turn. Suddenly he heard a "squeak" and the rest of his eyes saw it: in a crumbling three-story wooden building on one side, Walking out of a person, walked straight out of the gathering place.

Mas's first reaction was to turn his head violently, turning his back to each other, lest the other would see his expression.When I touched my chest with my hand, I felt that my heart was jumping out of nowhere and almost jumped out of my throat.

"call--"

"call--"

Maas took a deep breath and tried to cheer himself up: Nothing, the other party must not have found him, and even if he did, he would not dare to do anything to him.

After a while, Mas calmed down.Slowly turned his head and glanced behind him, and found that the target he wanted to monitor had walked hundreds of meters away, and almost disappeared into his sight.The other party looked, didn't notice him at all, and finally rested.

"I'll say it, it's impossible to be found." Maas said in his heart, swallowing and spitting, whispering behind the target, and trailing the other party away from the gathering place.

After leaving the gathering place, Maas found that the other party began to accelerate, and continued to walk towards the depths of the forest, faster and faster, he was thrown away farther and farther, and he was about to lose.

Mas was in a hurry, standing still in the next moment, lips closed, and began to recite the mantra.

But because I was too anxious, I didn't control the mana in my body, and let the two mana collide. The body shook, and I only felt a burst of qi and blood in my body-this is the backlash after the spell failed.

"Damn!"

Mas screamed out of tune, seeing that the target was about to turn into a black spot in the distance. He dared not waste time adjusting his breath and tried to cast the spell again.

This time, the concentration was almost exhausted, and she finally succeeded.

The air slowly gathered around, wrapped him up, and made him suddenly lighter, with a noticeable increase in speed, and quickly chased towards the target that was about to be lost.

"Tap..."

"Tap..."

Mas followed along the way, casting spells several times in a row to maintain high speed, feeling that his body's mana was exhausted.The whole person was tired and thirsty. He ate a small packet of fish on him, and finally saw the target slow down and stopped by a small river in the forest.

Mas was puzzled and wondered what the other party was doing here.

Want to fetch water?

Simply a joke!

Is it easy to gather water in the air by magic?

Catch fish?

Also unlikely.

Not far from the gathering place, there is a stream, where there are many fish and delicious.In comparison, the fish in this river is much worse, with an earthy smell that cannot be removed. He only gave up after catching it three times.

What exactly do you want to do?

Mus became more and more puzzled, but he dared not go out and ask the other party, quietly squatted down in a hidden corner, and carefully observed the other party's actions.

Then he saw the other party standing on the beach, waving continuously. The sand on the beach seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, flew to the air, and fell into a wooden barrel that was carrying. The wooden barrel was full soon.

"This is... to load sand?" Maas was even more confused. What was the use of sand for?

Perplexed, Maas saw the target turning around carrying the sand in the barrel, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and swept over to where he was.

Mas was shocked, and desperately went to the ground to prevent him from being seen.

But the moment he was about to lie down, his eyes widened sharply, and he saw the position corresponding to his face. There was a black, slightly hard, slightly dry columnar lying on the ground.

That's the feces of the beast!

stool!

"I..." The scolding did not shout out in Maas's heart. He was too late to change his posture. With a "poo" sound, the whole face was pressed on it, and only an indescribable sour odor spread to him. The nasal cavity almost stunned him.

But he was also aware of his surroundings, knowing that the target was looking at him, and had no choice but to gritt his teeth.

It took a long time until Maas felt that his entire nose was smoked, and then slowly stood up and looked around. When the target was gone, he immediately cleared it up. The dirt on the face.

After cleaning up, Mas looked at the remaining animal feces on the ground.

But he just raised his leg, glanced at the boots he had just changed a few days ago, looked at the severely deformed feces, and retreated helplessly.

He was destined to be unable to spit gas on a poop of feces, because no matter what the result was, he was the one who suffered.From a certain perspective, feces are invincible.

"Damn it!" Maas cursed, turned back helplessly and returned to the gathering place.

...

Anonymous gathering place.

A two-story wooden building.

Mas walked in, looked at a figure in the wooden building, and said, "Teacher, I'm back."

"How's the situation? Did you find anything?" Wizard Wanan quickly came over and glanced at Maas, asking.

Mas answered truthfully: "I followed the guy to a river far away from the gathering place and watched him dig sand and bring it back."

"Digging sand?" Wan An froze, "What is digging for sand? Doing sand painting? Doing sand sculpture?" He really couldn't think of a reasonable way to use sand, even if some medicines or spells need some materials as auxiliary, I didn't see it. Used sand.

Mas shook his head hard: "I don't know."

"That--" Wan An hesitated and looked at Maas, "Well, well, this is a valid message anyway. Then you now..."

"Huh?" Halfway through, Wanan suddenly showed a weird expression, sniffing hard at his nose, looking at Maas and asking, "What's your taste?"

"Maybe... it's the smell of the forest outside."

"It smells bad." Wanan waved his hand in disgust. "Okay, go out and keep staring at him. What's the situation, and report it to me in time?"

"Yeah, yes." Maas took two packets of dried dried fish meat from the wooden building, kicked it in his arms, and turned to go out the door.

After going out, Wanan sniffed hard, and said to himself with some doubts: "Does it smell? Really smell?" He could not smell at all now.

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