Second, continuous practice makes the effect of this spell stronger. Now, I can move heavier objects and move faster. The third and most interesting point: whether the spell is successful or not has nothing to do with my pronunciation, but with whether I think my pronunciation is correct. "


    "Oh... Come on, come on." yegorite blinked quickly. "Now can you tell what will happen next? Who is more powerful, pig killers and jujube sellers?"


    "No, you''re too blunt to change the topic. Haven''t you thought about why things move when I just say something? Is there any reason for this?"


    "If you recite a spell that suits you, it should be effective. Does this need any reason? Since the creator created the world, the goddess of truth thunder has looked after and taken care of everyone, right rewards and wrong punishments. You did the right thing - with rewards, you have to thank the goddess."


    "But I can''t use the same method to cast magic with spells. I''ve tried." Renault wanted to say, "but I''m a devil, and the goddess won''t care", but I''m afraid once this sentence is finished, the goddess will care - through the Sacred Heart Paladin''s long sword.


    "The goddess has her own arrangement, you can understand it, but don''t speculate." jegret became serious, which made Renault know that he should continue to talk about the adaptation of the romance of the Three Kingdoms for a different world.


    Yegorite heard the following story as she wished, but she had a lot of opinions about the story that a humble character who made straw sandals could defeat two strong ones at the same time. Renault ignored her opinion. He was still thinking about the question that all earth walkers would jump out when they successfully performed magic: "what''s going on?"


    The morning was cold, with a trace of solitude in the thin fog. There was a layer of insignificant frost on the sleeping blanket. It would not warm up like a wet rock under the body. Autumn leaves only the last breath of heat, while winter is squeezing its throat with both hands.


    Renault woke up trembling and couldn''t sleep. His body kept shaking, which was a sign that his muscles were trying to produce heat. This trembling made the white fog he exhaled intermittent, but it was enough for Wuma to find that he had woken up.


    "Reno, soup, hot."


    The gentle call gave him strength and prompted him to squeeze out his sleeping bag slowly. Others are still resting. It''s not easy for everyone, so it''s best not to wake them up.


    They rested behind a rock on a leeward hillside. There was not much space, and they were a little far from the woods, so they couldn''t afford a big campfire in this life. The flame in front of Renault and wumama can also heat a teapot. However, keep your hand close to the fire. It''s hot enough for people to turn around alive.


    "Pine needles and a little mint, drink it." wumama poured Renault half a cup of hot "tea": "warm your hands first, you can work and carry it."


    Wumama usually doesn''t talk much, but this time he talks more - Renault understands this change. In order to avoid being attacked by wild animals at night, they have to take turns to watch the night every day, which means facing the darkness alone in the middle of the night.


    Starlight and moonlight are good friends, but all voices are enemies. When the wind blows through the branches, ridges and crevices of rocks, it will make different whispers, just like the plaintive Banshee breathing gently in her ear. Big animals and small animals put their emotions into the wind, and the cold stabbed into the hearts of people who were already too tight, which was pure torture. In particular, hearing the "crack" sound of a branch when it is trampled off, the night becomes the shadow of all kinds of imaginary monsters.


    At this time, only prick up your ears and be alert, never dare to doze off. However, after a period of time, people will wonder whether the previous "crack" has ever happened. Is it an illusion? I can''t prove it or tell others, so when a friend wakes up at the end of the night alone, people are talkative.


    "On the tenth day, can you hold on physically?" Wuma gently broke a branch and stuffed it into the campfire. Soon, people who feel the change of light will wake up one after another. It''s time to increase fire and heat the dry food.


    "I haven''t suffered such a crime before, so I can''t answer you unless I can''t stick to it." Renault drank a cup of tea with plant aroma, and the vitality flowed into his body with the heat. The feeling is no different from that of resurrection from hell. "Wuma Ma, what shall we eat in the morning?"


    "There is still one meal left of portable dry food, that is, today''s breakfast. Soak in the boiling hot spring water, add some wine and two cloves of garlic. After that, we have to decide what to eat or air dried meat strips according to the hunting situation."


    "For dilly, trouble is about to begin."


    Wuma Ma nodded. The custom of elves is not to eat meat. Their needs for protein and oil are solved from plants. Everyone has been saving dry food for yegorit and left her pure plant biscuits and bread. However, these things will always go bad in the wild, which is more lasting than salted meat strips.


    "Unless there are dehydrated vegetables or cans," Renault muttered.


    Wumama heard it, but she didn''t hear it. In fact, the main reason is that she can''t understand it. In the past ten days, Renault has been practicing spells. Even during the interval of story telling, the sentence "SUA" has basically become a common spell in everyone''s mind. Even when sleeping, the voice of "SUA, SUA" will ring back in his dream. No way, his story is too good, and his practice is too hard. In order to get the former, the latter has to bear it.


    In addition to SUA, Renault is also experimenting with other spells, because some terms that people don''t understand will pop up from time to time, such as dehydrated vegetables or cans. At first, everyone was curious and would ask him what those words were. Renault didn''t hide it. He would tell you about it, but no one could understand it. There seems to be some truth in what is involved, but it is more like some kind of imagination. Considering that Renault didn''t go crazy, what everyone didn''t understand must be spells.


    Just then, jegret turned over, threw his arms from one side of the water bag to the other, and almost hit Ramsden''s round nose. "Food..." she said vaguely.


    Yegoret was the only one who put her arm outside her sleeping bag when she slept. The temperature in the mountains didn''t seem to have any effect on her. Moreover, in terms of endurance, flexibility and strength, she also overwhelms several people except kailie and Trong with an absolute advantage, which makes Ramsden and Wuma a little frustrated.