078 Escape

"Haha, you are really interesting. You didn't run just now, but now you want to run away in front of me?" Beckman laughed as he flipped the rabbit meat.

"Leaving in front of you is not an escape, you can't keep me!" The ghost used to touch it in his arms and found that he had thrown those condiments into the wood crystal core and did not take them with him at all.

"I didn't expect you to be quite stubborn..." Beckman shook his right hand at the ghost with a smile. A sapphire ring on it flashed with a quiet dazzling light, which was actually a beautiful space ring!

Agui watched him take out salt and two small jars of soju from the space ring, and almost jumped up happily. Compared with this beautiful ring, his wooden crystal core was really inconvenient to carry.

"Come on, have a drink. It's still quite cool in the forest..." Beckman threw a small wine jar to the ghost and picked up one and took two sips slowly.

"Where are you from, little guy?" Beckman chatted with the ghost while roasting rabbit meat.

"I'm a native, a wild child who grew up in the southern mountains of Gran," Agui tasted Beckman's wine. It was really not those unpleasant earthen. Agui, who hadn't drunk good wine for a long time, couldn't help taking a sip, and then took a long breath of wine.

"In the southern mountains?" Beckman glanced at the ghost and casually asked, "Is it a Hastingian?"

Hastin's mercenaries are not likely to say that they are from Hastings outside. Generally speaking, if Hasting's mercenaries leave the team, they will say that they are from the southern mountains, but this can't hide the experienced Beckman, who broke the identity of Agui.

Agui's hand paused, but immediately picked up the wine jar and took a sip as if nothing had happened, and then said, "I'm from Bijie, not far from Hasting." Bijie is a small country among the eighteen princes, and has always had a good relationship with Hasting.

Beckman didn't care whether the ghost told the truth or not, but turned around and talked to him about something else: "You should be a good hunter. You see, the two rabbits have been shot through the head, which shows that you are not only strong, but also your eyes are also very accurate."

"Ha ha, children who grow up in the mountains can hunt with a few hands. This rabbit has not been used for a long time, and it is much more strange," said the ghost, looking at the greasy rabbit meat and said, "When I was a child, the master who taught me to hunt, said that he would shoot the wild rabbit with a swinging arrow. He must be knocked unconscious without blood to be considered successful. Unfortunately, I can only shoot to death. But I can't avoid hurting the rabbit skin, so I was often scolded by the master when I was a child..."

The ghost couldn't help but think of Ritterner again. The strange teacher wanted a complete rabbit skin and let the ghost practice throwing arrows. However, the ghost without the assistance of natural magic power could not reach the level of only fainting the rabbit but not hurt the rabbit skin. Ritterner was so angry that he scolded the ghost stupid.

Later, the ghost did more than a dozen hares with trap work to complete Ritterner's task.

Beckman stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see your arrow."

Agui handed several pointed wooden sticks inserted in his back to Beckman. He took out one and looked at it, and then scratched it in his hand. Then he waved his hand. The wooden stick was like a fast arrow shot from the strong crossbow, banging into the trunk not far away, shaking the unlucky cedar, as if sprinkled flour. The white snow shook down.

"If you don't have any special skills, your master must be a master, at least I'm not as good as him in this shaking arrow." Beckman smiled and threw a few wooden sticks to the ghost and said without hesitation, "If I practice this swinging arrow, I can only shoot the rabbit to death, and I definitely can't stun it. That skill is too difficult for steel warriors."

"What level of warrior are you?" Agui asked curiously that Beckman must be the most powerful warrior he had ever seen.

"Ha ha, according to the title of the early warrior, I should be a martial saint!"

Beckman's words stunned Agui for a long time. He actually lived in a snow house with Wu Sheng and roasted rabbits and drank together! However, after all, the ghost is still a ghost. He quickly took a sip of wine to hide his surprise, and then said as if nothing had happened.

Beckman smiled and asked, "You don't plan to run away as soon as you hear that I'm a martial saint, do you?" He saw too many people scared by his name, but the boy in front of him was not bad, but he was stunned and returned to normal.

"Does Wu Sheng have anything to do with my departure?" The ghost smiled and said, "No matter how high the mountain eagle flies, it can't catch the fish head in the river. I didn't say that I have to lie down before you go..."

"Haha, it's interesting," Beckman gave a roasted hare to the ghost, and then laughed and said, "Eat it slowly. After eating, let me see how your loach escaped..."

The two hares soon turned into a few broken bones, and the harmonious atmosphere between the two also became strange after the ghost put down the drunken wine jar.

"Isn't it time for you to run away?" Beckman laughed and said, "I'd like to see what the hell you have..."

Agui grabbed two dead branches and threw them on the extinguishing fire, and then closed his eyes silently and sat quietly by the fire.

"Well, just finished eating is not conducive to running. You are quite cautious..." Beckman wiped his mouth and sat by the fire and stopped talking.

The dead branches full of pine oil burned. Agui breathed quietly and slowly adjusted his state with his mental strength. Beckman is definitely a master, so if he wants to escape from him, he must use some strange methods.

When the ghost opened his eyes, Beckman's eyes lit up almost at the same time. With the ** of breath, as a strong man of martial arts, he had found that the boy around him had become restless and radical.

"After all, it's still too young..." Beckman smiled. It seemed that the boy had figured out how to escape.

Agui's hand reached out to the dead branches on the ground again. Beckman was already happy and wanted to lift himself with the snow on the ground, which was simply a child's trick.

But the ghost did not do anything. He honestly grabbed a dead branch and slowly put it on the fire.

"Well, it's okay, not so naive..." Before Beckman could laugh, there was a red light in front of him!

The ghost did not grab the snow soil to lift him, but lifted up the burning debris! Blocked by dead branches, he was not injured at all except for his fingers with a little black ash, and the raised fire ash did not hurt Beckman. Instead, an orange flame snake rushed out of the fire dust that scared Beckman.

In a hurry, the ghost can only gather so many fire elements. If there is a burning stove in front of him, the ghost can even recruit two flame snakes to attack Beckman!

"Good boy!" Beckman shouted urgently. He never thought that the natural boy in front of him was still a fire magician!

Although the fire snake can't cause any substantial damage to Beckman, it will inevitably burn some hair and beard when it jumps on its body. The careless Beckman can only take two steps back and slap the flipping fire snake into sparks all over the sky.

It was such a delay. When Beckman looked up again, the ghost opposite had already gone!

"Haha, good boy, it's a little trick..." Beckman met such an interesting boy for the first time. He has good skills and a better mind. The most interesting thing is that he can even do some miscellaneous tricks. Just like this, Beckman has never seen any hunter in the snowy forest. There was not even a footprint left in it, and it disappeared in an instant!

"Ky! Run quickly, I'm coming to chase you..." The birds in the forest were scared to fly all over the sky by the loud sound. Beckman laughed like a strong wind blowing close to the ground and rushed out!

Even with the interference of the flame snake, Beckman was still confident that no one could run past him silently, so the cunning boy must have run to the opposite side, and a burst of loud laughter gradually disappeared into the forest...

The dead leaves and snow swept up by the strong wind slowly fell down, and the wild birds hovering on the tree gradually fell back to the tree. On a large pine tree not far from the fire, the ghost was like a quietly hibernating bug, holding the trunk tightly and did not move.

I want to run away with my legs and feet in front of this master who runs like a gust of wind, unless the ghost can run faster than the wind! This is obviously unrealistic, but the Ye clan also has a unique skill called jungle stealth. Although this is a snow-cover pine forest, it is not difficult to find a place to hide.