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Chapter 264: Gaither Mushroom.
Now it was about to enter the territory of the Harpy banshee tribe. In order to prevent the official priestess from being scared away after sensing her own strength, punk had to choose to hide her aura.
In fact, under normal circumstances, whether walking in the wilderness or walking in the city, punk never hides his master-level strength. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to hide. He possesses the "Hertraz Magic Box" and inherits it. The punk who had acquired all the knowledge of the great master Vedraxia could hide himself as an ordinary person without any magical fluctuations in minutes, and he was not a legendary powerhouse and would not even want to see it.
But unless there is a very unavoidable situation, punk never does that.
The reason is also very simple, because he likes a clean environment.
Whether in a deserted wilderness or in a bustling city, punk hates noisy beasts and crowds. Every time he sees those uncivilized medieval poor talking loudly or even drowning everywhere. The urge to hit a fireball.
What punk cannot tolerate most is wasting precious time on pickpockets and punks who like to find fault everywhere in the city. What's more, the crowded crowd represents an immeasurable risk. No one can guarantee that those humble and humble beggar thieves are not pretending to be a master stalker who is very good at disguising.
The most precious experience that punk has learned from Vedraxia’s battlefield memory is that he must attack and defend against any matter, energy, or everything unknown without hesitation, because the danger is always hidden in the inconspicuous. Among the details.
For these reasons, punk will always spread his master-level coercion unscrupulously, and then enjoy the quiet environment where the needle can fall anytime and anywhere, no matter when and where there are no creatures around.
but now…………
The impatience in punk's suppressed heart endured a few harpy young children playing on the edge of the territory.
"Go go, leave quickly."
The harpy who was leading the way in front of the punk sent away the chirping young children, and then led the punk to the door of the territory quickly.
Like many orc tribes, Harpy has a custom of offering sacrifices to ancestors. They like to use blood-soaked wooden stakes at the entrance of the tribe to carve the names of ancestors as totem poles, and then place the skulls of some rare prey next to the totem poles. To sacrifice to ancestors, the stronger the tribe, the more skulls piled beside the totem poles, and some orc tribes even piled up hills with skulls of various monsters.
The totem poles of this harpy clan are very ordinary, only the skulls of a few trainee-level professionals are still a bit powerful, and the others are just the skulls of some beasts.
Following the harpy who led the way, punk bypassed the ordinary totem poles and walked into the tribe. The two tall harpy guarding the gate saw the secret gesture made by the guide and withdrew their hostility. The expressions on their faces were also Turned into sarcasm and gloat.
"Gesture? It seems that I haven't gotten home stupid."
Punk was a little funny watching the three harpy banshees communicate with each other in self-confessed gestures. He could guess that the meaning of these exchanges should be to take himself to meet the "priestess".
Glancing at the two harpies who looked at the door with mocking faces, Punk shook his head indifferently. He already secretly put his hand on the "green staff" behind him. Now as long as the arrogant priestess appears, punk will do it. Can give her a ruthless one at the fastest speed!
However, the priestess did not appear immediately as punk thought. The priestess seemed to be very brazen. She did not come out to condolences the wounded "warriors" hunting like the leaders of other tribes. The harpy who led the way had to force a smile. Ask punk to sit in her house.
There is still nothing wrong with sitting. Although the priestess is called a sacrificial priest, she does not seem to be a spellcaster at all. There is no magical fluctuations in the entire camp, and punk is not worried about any traps. So he agreed to the "invitation" of the Harpy.
Seeing that the punk agreed indifferently, the harpy seemed to be relieved. She quickly took the punk to a huge tree house and arranged for an old harpy to entertain the queen "with the best" He left in a hurry.
"Is it reporting to the priestess? After listening to her description, the priestess should rush over in a hurry"!
Punk speculated about the reaction of the priestess after receiving a person of unknown strength into the tribe, and felt that it was the best choice to stay here and wait for the rabbit.
So the punk was not in a hurry, he slowly floated up to the tree house built with emerald green leaves as the roof, and then watched a younger harpy bring up a copy, which is very much in this barren tribe. Hearty food.
The harpy who serves food is a somewhat timid male. In the matriarchal society of the harpy, the status of men is very low, and they generally act as servants.
Punk guessed that it would take some time for the priestess to come over after hearing the report. At this time, it is better to see what flavors the tribe has. After all... these flavors will completely disappear after today!
The abundance of the food on the plate is relatively speaking. The dishes are just some fruit and vegetable salads without any seasoning. The staple food is a clear broth mixed with a little bone marrow. It is definitely incomparable to a banquet of a human nobleman, but punk is more. The punk who likes this kind of light food, with the blood of the ancient elves, actually doesn't like the greasy big fish at the noble banquet.
Punk gently picked up a piece of meat with a wooden fork and put it in his mouth, muttering to himself a little vaguely:
"Well, it tastes good. The meat of Modi's lizard is just right stewed. The salt is not too much, not too much salt. The scallops put in it neutralizes the bloody smell in the meat, and it also adds a portion of plum petals to increase the aroma... Said, if you remove the bitter Gythrin mushroom powder, it will be perfect."
Speaking of the end, Punk slowly put down the fork and stared at the little harpy who was already stunned by the side.
Punk didn't have much research on food, but the systematic scanning still detected all the accessories in the food, and the Gaither Mushroom powder, which appeared to punk at a glance, was a special Mongolian sweat medicine for the otherworldly version.
"It's a pity, kid, I'm not afraid of this stuff, but it's no wonder that you don't know that Gaither Mushroom does have a strong nerve paralysis effect. You must use Gaither Mushroom to stun those apprentice-level monsters. , But I’m afraid you’ve never used this thing on a formal powerhouse, otherwise you’ll know..."
Afterwards, the punk mage directly lifted the head of the little harpy and stood up. Although his voice was playful, it was extremely cold, as if it had come from Jiuyou Hell.
"This kind of poison without magical energy can't affect the strong above the official level. To me, this is just a condiment for blindly failing"!
End of this Chapter
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