Chapter 144 Wild Response

"Reserve food, I have to rely on you." Zhao Mai looked at the puppy sitting cross-legged in front of him and couldn't even reach out and touch it. Even if the food reserve can help him untie it, it is best to do it after his arm has almost recovered. "Food, water, these two are the most basic. I don't know how many times you can use your teleportation, but be careful not to get caught. Remember, don't get caught!"

Reserve Liang tilted his head, then huffed and puffed twice. Then, it went to the corner of the log prison and raised its legs to urinate. Then it flicked its tail and disappeared after teleportation.

Tessian's convoy would not stop, they continued to march towards the city of Tire as always. The bodies of the guards who were killed in the battle were stripped naked and dumped on the Gobi Desert. The sun and sand will dispose of the carcasses, as will scavenging animals. But before they arrived, the food reserves were found.

Survival has its cruelty, and what runs through the ecosystem is not etiquette and rules, but the food chain. Reserve Food walked among the piles of corpses, sniffing around with his nose, and then began to fill his stomach.

The ground shook, and several carrion beetles emerged. But the meat here is enough to eat, and they don't bother to reserve food. But things eaten by scavenging beetles will become "dirty", and other organisms that eat them will be infected with diseases and become new corpses. So the puppy finished eating as quickly as possible, then tore off and held a large piece of meat, and relied on its own urine mark to teleport back to Zhao Mai.

"You want me to eat this? Raw?" Zhao Mai was stunned, and then felt nauseated. Reserve Liang put down his things, walked over, lay down gently, and put his head on Zhao Mai's lap. It raised its head to look at its owner, then licked its lips, licking away the blood-stained marks on its lips.

All this time, the food reserves have been eaten the same as Zhao Mai, all cooked food. Only occasionally eating dry military rations and the like can be considered cold food. In fact, this dog was pampered by Zhao Mai, had not suffered much, and hunted very rarely. Zhao Mai looked at it and smiled mockingly. He obviously asked the reserve grain to find something to eat, but why did he still dislike it in the end. Should I still let the food reserve go to the convoy to find food? Can I force it to take such a risk?

Since the world is still in barbarism, only barbarians can survive in this world. Force and power are distant things to Zhao Mai. He thought he could reason with the Templars, but the end result was that he was imprisoned. He gradually understood why the person who finally overthrew the Witch King's power would be a gladiator. That was because only those who constantly experience cruelty and barbarism on the line of life and death can truly represent the will of the world.

"Give it to me, I'll eat it." Zhao Mai said to the reserve grain: "I said before, you can eat whatever I eat, and our food will be consistent. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise. Protein, fat, nothing more. Those are the things. Since I need to become a beast, then I will become a beast."

He bites the flesh with his teeth, and the smell of blood fills his mouth. Zhao Mai endured the discomfort and hurriedly swallowed it after chewing briefly, hoping that his digestive system would solve the remaining problems. This wild way of eating seemed to activate something. Although he still wore the "suppression collar" around his neck, Zhao Mai clearly felt a little bit of natural force flowing in his body.

He quickly closed his eyes, meditated and then connected with this trace of natural force, and once again penetrated into his blood. Although Wadsworth said that he could not train for natural transformation, as it would gradually break down his body. But he needs help now, and with his bloodline, he can get such help.

A stronger digestive system would work better than any remedy in the current situation. Zhao Mai resisted his psychological discomfort and placed all his hopes on his own body, a human body that had evolved over millions of years. How long has the history of human beings using fire been, and how long has it been since they were able to drink hair and blood? There is always some hidden power in the blood. The natural force will dig it out and apply it to deal with the current situation. This is Zhao Mai's order to the force.

Only with better access to nutrition can we recover better; only with better recovery can we get out of trouble. With this glimmer of hope brought by the natural force and the loyal help of the reserve grain, Zhao Mai is confident that he can get everything back on track!

"Taixian!" Zhao Mai took a bite of meat and hummed. "Taixian, Taixian, Taixian..."

In this way, Zhao Mai has been locked in this dark cage, and he can only know the change of day and night through the temperature changes in the outside world. The food reserve always helps him find something to eat, and it always finds food. Most of them are captured wild prey. Occasionally, it will steal some food from humans in the convoy when others are not paying attention. Fortunately, this road is not a sea of ​​sand, and there are always some animals. In addition, Zhao Mai's previous battle has greatly reduced the number of guards, so luck has always been with the food reserves, and they "can always find what they want" ( Thanks to classmate Xue Pandou). After eating too much, Zhao Mai quickly became accustomed to all kinds of game, and his strong digestive system has been working very hard. He also kept hypnotizing himself, imagining that he was Yang Guo with a broken arm, that his food reserves were like divine eagles, and that he brought various kinds of snake gallbladders back to him all day long.

The only pity is that there is no snake gallbladder that can increase the skill, just the meat of various animals. In order to find these food, the reserve grain also went through many struggles and suffered some bullying. When Zhao Mai was eating, he would gently lick his wounds with his tongue without a single complaint.

Once he accumulates a certain amount of natural force, Zhao Mai will treat the food reserves. Under the influence of the suppression collar, these force powers are always a drop in the bucket. They can only be simple guidance, but cannot be constructed into complete spells. No matter humans or dogs, the speed of wound recovery is not fast. So Zhao Mai keeps squeezing his potential, hoping for more, more. It was like he was doing weight-bearing training, but this time he was not exercising his muscles, but the mastery and use of the natural force.

Taixi'an never knew that he was catching a spell caster, and he was too superstitious about the power of the suppression collar, thinking that Zhao Mai had always been weak. Where he can't see, Zhao Mai is recovering and exercising, as is the food reserve. The fighting and wild eating along the way allowed the food reserves to grow rapidly, and the wild nature in his body became more and more abundant. Hard teeth and sharp claws, and a more slender and powerful back. It looks more and more like a wolf than a silly house pet. Although Zhao Mai still doesn't understand why it can teleport, it doesn't matter. Reserve grain is his brother, and the more he knows, the better.

Thanks to enough meat, his recovery speed was much faster than others expected, but he was very careful to hide this. Every two or three days, Tessian would have the half-giant pull him out of the prison cart and check on his condition. First the suppression collar around his neck, then the recovery of his arm. At this time, Zhao Mai would always look for opportunities to yell, interfere with the inspection process, or distract Tai Xi'an's attention with loud talks.

The Templar had assembled the Megalodon, but was unable to launch it. Zhao Mai had already destroyed the firing device, and this step allowed him to stay alive for the time being. "Have you arrived in Tire City?" Zhao Mai always asked.

"Do you have connections in Tire City? Are you a high-ranking templar or an official of the parliament?" Taisian kept thinking about it and felt that everyone seemed suspicious. "You masked alliance has infiltrated that level. Tell me a few names and I will consider making your life more comfortable."

"I'm not from the Masked Alliance." The more Zhao Mai said this, the less Tai Xi'an believed it. "If you do this, it will affect King Karak's rule and be detrimental to yourself."

"You still have time to care about me, masked man." Taixi'an grabbed Zhao Mai's neck and asked him to take a look at the situation in the team: "Did you see that your newly bought slave is already working for me? You go over there My idiot slave is about to realize the reality. You are the only one who still wants to fight me. What qualifications do you have?"

A sharp pain exploded from Zhao Mai's mind, and Taixi'an stretched out his psychic tentacles again. Zhao Mai immediately thought in a way that mixed Mandarin and Golarion language, forcing himself to construct a novel in his mind. Although the text was shattered into pieces by the whipping of psychic powers, Taixi'an could only find strange rumors and couldn't dig out anything useful.

Although Zhao Mai cannot use psychic powers due to the influence of the suppression collar, his previous self-training has still built a barrier, and his defensive thinking and self-hypnosis skills are still there. What he is most worried about now is that Taisian will hand him over to the Witch King Karak. The Witch King-level psychic powers can easily extract all the information in his mind, or directly control him.

"You...you need to get a guarantee in exchange for what you want to know." Zhao Mai would sweat profusely every time after being mentally whipped, but he always held on and said to Tai Xi'an: "You made a surprise attack and You stole my things, and I wouldn’t have told you those things without a strong guarantee that I could survive!”

"Guarantee?" Tai Xi'an thought, could this be a trick of the Masked Alliance? Why not take advantage of it? "What kind of guarantee do you want, maybe I will consider your proposal."

"You can handle it yourself. You are a high-ranking templar and you can always find a way to solve it."

Of all the abilities of the High Templar, the only one that cannot be controlled is the Witch King. So as long as Taisian finds a way to solve the problem, he will not go to King Karak. Zhao Mai quietly limited the scope of action for him, and Tai Xi'an was unaware of it. This is not a psychic power, just a psychological trick.