Chapter 260 Gaither Mushroom

Now that it was about to enter the territory of the Harpy tribe, in order to prevent the official-level priestess from being scared away after sensing her strength, Punk had no choice but 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 at ordinary times. Punk, who has all the knowledge of Archmage Vedrasha, can hide himself as an ordinary person without any magic power fluctuations in minutes, and it is impossible to see it if he is not a legendary powerhouse.

But punk never does that unless it's absolutely necessary.

The reason is also very simple, because he likes a clean environment.

Whether in a barren wilderness or in a bustling city, punk hates noisy beasts and crowds very much. Every time he sees those uncivilized medieval poor people making loud noises and even defecating everywhere, he can’t help feeling The urge to hit a fireball.

What punk can't stand is wasting precious time on pickpockets and punks who are ubiquitous in the city and like to find fault. What's more, the crowded crowd represented an immeasurably huge risk. No one could guarantee that those seemingly humble beggars and thieves were not pretending to be a master stalker who was very good at camouflage.

The most valuable experience Punk has learned from Weidraxia's battlefield memories is that he must not hesitate to attack and defend against any matter, energy or unknown things that approach him without authorization, because danger is always hidden in the inconspicuous of the details.

Based on these reasons, Punk will always spread his master-level coercion unscrupulously, and then enjoy the quiet environment where no matter when and where there are no creatures around.

but now…………

Punk suppressed the impatience in his heart and endured a few harpies who were playing on the edge of the territory to gather around and watch the excitement.

"Go, go, leave quickly."

The harpy who was leading the way ahead of Punk dismissed the chirping young children, and then led Punk quickly to the gate of the territory.

Like many orc tribes, the harpies have the custom of offering sacrifices to their ancestors. They like to carve the names of their ancestors on wooden stakes soaked in blood as totem poles at the entrance of the tribe, and then put the skulls of some rare prey next to the totem poles. When offering sacrifices to ancestors, the more powerful the tribe piled up more skulls next to the totem pole, some orc tribes even piled up a hill with the skulls of various monsters.

The totem poles of this harpy tribe 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 ferocious beasts.

Following the leading harpies, Punk bypassed the ordinary totem poles and walked into the tribe. The two tall harpies who guarded the gate retracted their hostility after seeing the gesticulation secretly made by the guide, and the expressions on their faces also changed. Turned into mockery and schadenfreude.

"Gesturing? It seems that you are not stupid enough."

Punk looked amusedly at the three harpies communicating with each other with what he thought were secret gestures, and he could deduce that the meaning of these exchanges should be to take him to meet that "Master Priestess".

Glancing at the mocking faces of the two harpies guarding the door, Punk shook his head indifferently. He had already secretly put his hand on the "Emerald Staff" behind him. Now as long as that arrogant priestess appears, Punk will Give her a ruthless as fast as possible!

However, the priestess did not appear immediately as Punk thought. The priestess seemed to have a lot of airs. She didn't come out to condolences to the "warrior" who was injured in the hunt like the leaders of the small tribes. The Harpy who led the way had to force herself to smile. Ask Punk to come and sit at her house.

It's okay to sit and sit. Although the priestess is called a priest, she doesn't look like a spellcaster at all. There is no magic fluctuation in the whole camp, and Punk is not worried about any traps. So he took advantage of the opportunity and agreed to the "invitation" of the Harpy.

Seeing that Punk agreed indifferently, the harpies seemed to be relieved, she hurriedly took Punk to a huge tree house, and then arranged for an old harpy to "use the best" to entertain the queen He left in a hurry.

"Are you reporting to the priestess? After hearing her description, the priestess should rush over here in a hurry!"

Punk guessed the reaction of the priestess after receiving a person of unknown strength who entered the tribe, and felt that it was the best choice for him to wait here.

So 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 harpies bring a portion, which is considered very rare in this barren tribe. Hearty food.

The harpy serving 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 estimated that it would take some time for the priestess to rush over after hearing the report. At this time, it is better to see what delicacies this tribe has. After all... these flavors will disappear completely after today!

The richness of the food on the plate is relative. 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 with the banquet of human nobles, but punk is more Like this kind of light food, the punk with the blood of the ancient elves actually doesn't like the greasy big fish and meat at the noble banquet.

Punk lightly picked up a piece of meat with a wooden fork and put it into his mouth, murmuring to himself somewhat vaguely:

"Well, the taste is good. The meat of the Modi lizard is stewed just right. There is not too much salt. The tooth dish is added to neutralize the bloody smell in the meat, and a portion of plum petals are added to increase the aroma... I have to Said, if you remove those a bit bitter gaiser mushroom powder, it will be called perfect."

At the end, Punk slowly put down his fork, and stared at the little harpy who was already stunned beside him solemnly.

Punk didn't have much research on food, but the system's scan still detected all the accessories in this food, and among them, the Gaisel Mushroom powder, which was obvious to Punk, was the special-effect perspiration medicine from another world.

"It's such a pity, kid, I'm not afraid of this thing, but it's not my fault that you don't know that Gaisel's Mushroom does have a strong nerve paralysis effect. If you use Gayser's Mushroom to stun those trainee-level monsters, you will definitely poison each of them." , but I’m afraid you have never used this thing on a formal strongman, otherwise you would know..."

The punk mage then stood up directly holding the head of the little harpy. Although his voice was playful, it was extremely cold, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

"This kind of poison without magic energy can't affect the powerhouse above the official level. To me, it's just a condiment for blind failure!"