29. The wolf's tooth dagger

The rhinoceroses may not care about the hundreds of pounds of added cargo on their bodies, they have been diligent and docile. The morning dew on the grassland has been licked clean by the rising sun, and the magical tongues leave slobber marks on every leaf of grass. A few clouds like white bread drifted far below the vast blue sky, and when I looked back in the direction of the camp, I could no longer see any shadows, except for the vultures gliding in the sky, still making their way towards the camp in silence, perhaps tempted by the boiled white bones. I was thinking that as long as I was alive, I was fine. In fact, everyone has their own direction, and so do the species on the grassland, just so they can live well.

From a distance, I could see that Sister Gogo was safe and sound, and my heart, which had been hanging in the air, dropped. She was sitting on her horse, her long light-coloured skirt stained with dust, holding the reins in one hand, a staff dangling naturally in front of her in the other, her slender legs clasped tightly in the stirrups, her slender waist straight on the horse, her long chestnut hair whipping in the breeze, and when she saw me looking at her, she gave me a sweet smile in return and waved at me. She looked a little excited, but still reserved, and I saw the horse, with a bulging pack on either side of her back and refusing to take another step forward, trying to circle in place, and she frowned gently, laying on her back with her head pressed to her ear and saying something, and the horse, which had been spirited, came trotting after the thundering rhinoceros I was on, as if I had I was holding a giant carrot.

Sometimes I think it's amazing how fate can make you feel so familiar with each other after just a few meetings that you don't even need to say too many words. I could even feel clearly that she was holding on to me too, watching her walk in slowly, her bright eyes staring at me, her nasal wings twitching slightly, those slightly open lips with their bright white teeth tinged with a smile.

I tumbled off the back of the three-storey high thunder rhinoceros, cushioning my fall with a swing of the thick ropes that bound the cargo, my nimble, white-fish-like body using the momentum to roll across the grass a few times before I stood beside her, looking up at her with a grin on my face. She drove the horse a few steps closer, but my head could not even touch the soft belly of the tall gubernatorial horse, and she gently hid her smile, leaned down, reached out and picked me up on the horse's back, gently rested her white forehead against my head and said softly: "You've been waiting so long! Luckily, I've finally made it back.

I never said I'd wait for her, but she knew. And she was trying to show off such a little cleverness to me, as if to say: Look, how well I know you! Gogo took me in her arms, her tight belly pressed against my back, and let me grip the mane of the gubernatorial horse, casually tossing the two heavy parcels hanging from the horse's leathery buttocks to Jon Bach, who was slowly walking up behind me, and carrying me at a gallop with the whip, which felt less like a merry-go-round and more like a roller coaster.

I stole a glance back at Jon Bach, who was following me, with a simple smile on his face and two big, strong hands holding the two heavy parcels steady on his horse. The half-armour had a half-foot long claw mark on it that was still visible, but the beast that could make such a cut in the rare alloy half-armour was no ordinary antelope or wind wolf, and the tower shield he was carrying was in two pieces, wrapped haphazardly around his back in a single piece of shredded footwear, making him look as bad as ever. His modesty, honesty, fairness and valour made me think that his path as a knight was bound to be a straight one.

I didn't know what to say, so I let go of my thoughts and opened my arms to the cool breeze to feel the vibrant earth, the blue sky and the smallness of us in the world.

Sister Gogo led me away from the caravan, but kept it within sight. It was only when we could only dimly see the body of the Thundering Rhino as small as a matchbox that Sister Gogo slowed down.

I could feel the changes around me so clearly, I could feel the warmth coming from Sister Huguo's vibrant body at my back, I could feel every muscle in the gubbly horse burning and the blood boiling in his body, I could feel the blue and white buttercups blooming quietly in the early spring in the grass around me, I could feel the small fish struggling in the almost dry stream not far away. Suddenly I opened my eyes with a sense of purpose, perhaps because they had been closed for so long, and here I would see the world so clearly that I could even see the traces of the wind.

At that moment a low, ancient animal language that seemed to well up from my throat came out of my mouth: "Powers!" My fingers involuntarily matched the rhythm of the spell that came out, outlining that simple spell formation in a flowing motion, the magic spewing outwards from my fingertips, picking out an extreme magical curve with a final, leaning curve upwards. A black fog enveloped us, and the place where Gogo and I were was shrouded in a black fog that made everything outside so blurred.

My third primary spell, "Shadow Cloak", had suddenly succeeded in this moment of insight.

Sister Gogo exclaimed, and then exclaimed, "This ... is the dark element, what a wonderful magic, it can turn our bodies into half-shadows, if it can be completely invisible, it would be perfect! The magical culture of the beast people is really very different from ours. This shadow magic should be a skill possessed by melee orc mages who are good at progressing, right? It's kind of amazing that that orc witch doctor knows so much that he managed to get my Ka to learn three orc magic spells."

Then Gogo laughed all at once as if something funny had occurred to him. Then he put his hand around my head with the one that wasn't holding the reins and whispered to me, "It occurs to me that even if Ka doesn't awaken her magic pool, it's okay to be an archer like the head wyrm, I can imagine how awesome an archer with melee magic would be! Haha."

"Sis, we had a deal! I'm going to be an inscriber, and I'm going to tattoo you with the most powerful dragon language magic in the world." I said stubbornly, these days have been reading all kinds of information, old Kulu finally started to show me his collection of those books with the historical nature of magic, which also made me finally know that the string of beast bone necklace hanging around his neck, there exists a fragment of a void beast skull, can be used to store some precious things, old Kulu usually will be those precious parchment rolls hidden into the storage space of the beast bone necklace. No wonder it made me feel that Old Kulu always had an inexhaustible supply of ancient magic books.

Sister Gogo's face was a little red, and she made a very dismissive sound between her teeth before she said, "I don't expect you to be able to tattoo any dragon magic inscription constructions, as long as you can draw a primary magic pattern, I'll let you do it at my own risk!"

"I will definitely become an inscriber. When the caravan arrives at the Gurudin tribe, you will take me back to Beale City, I want to see if it is as good as you say."

When I said I would go back to Beale with her, the smile on Gogo's face grew even wider, "Haha, you'll like it. We're also opening a chain of belt buckle shops, but do you know how to forge them?"

"I don't know how to do that one hey!" I said.

With an atmospheric wave of her hand, Gogo said, "Then we'll hire a master blacksmith, and when I've made enough money its a great idea to buy Sue a prosthetic leg for Oleanna, and then I'll buy a farm with an apple orchard with you and Annie and Sue, that's a great idea eh!"

"Oh, yes. We can't stay here too long, we won't be home until the end of the year at the earliest and you'll be over six by then. You're still a vagrant and need to be a resident of Beale, but it's a simple matter, once you've registered at the city hall, children who have lived in Beale for three years will automatically become city residents, and then we'll take the annual spring entrance exams for the all-citizen magic awakening ceremony to see if you'll become a wizard."

"It doesn't really matter if you're a wizard or not, there are tens of thousands of children in Biel every year, but only a few dozen become wizards, and sometimes there aren't even enough to fill a class. Don't worry too much, you're much stronger than the other children, and you can use some simple orc magic skills, so it's good to go to some other schools. I'll take care of you when the time comes!"

Perhaps Gogo was worried that I was too preoccupied and had fallen into obsession, so she was always guiding me that it was normal even if I didn't become a wizard, that the odds of being one in a thousand were too low after all. I didn't dare to tell my secret and said, somewhat sheepishly, "Sister, I know."

Sister Gogo sat behind me and straightened the buttons of my dress and pulled out of her pocket a beautiful wolf's tooth dagger, yes, a dagger made entirely from the teeth of a giant wolf's upper jaw, the whole dagger was pale green in colour and the handle made of walnut wood was securely fastened to the root of the teeth at the end of the wolf's tooth by a bandage. The entire tooth was an incredible twelve centimetres long, and when Gogo carefully handed it to me, I didn't even think it would be a giant wind wolf's tooth.

It was a rounded, slightly curved blade, with a sharp, pale green tip and a roughly crafted wolf's tooth dagger. After giving me the dagger, Sister Gogo solemnly warned me that it was a highly poisonous dagger and that I must be careful when using it, and must not cut myself with it, or I would be in danger. The origin of the dagger was very simple: it was a canine tooth plucked from the head of a giant two-headed wind wolf, which belonged to the poisonous property of wind wolves. The entire Wind Chaser Adventure Group had been hunting this large, mutated double-headed wind wolf in the grasslands for the previous ten days or so. Because this wind wolf had the magic ability of both wind and poison, the leader of the Adventure Group, Viru, had spent a lot of time designing a trap before he finally managed to capture this wind wolf.

This extremely valuable canine tooth dug out of the wolf's head was also considered a trophy of Sister Gogo, and I'm afraid it was not even a day after she got the dagger that she gave it to me.

In her words, "Me? I don't need it!" Then she waved her wand and quickly condensed a water bomb in the air, which shot out like a cannonball with a "pang" and exploded into water mist a hundred metres away. Then it seemed to tell me with its eyes: "Look, we wizards like to use magic to solve problems.

I hid the wolf's tooth dagger carefully against my underwear, where there was also a short awl converted from the horn of a magic antelope.

At this point, the cloud of darkness surrounding our bodies disappeared without a sound, and our shadows quickly revealed themselves in the sunlight. At this point, not even three minutes had passed since I had released the magic, which was a little embarrassing! The effect of the maintenance time of these magic spells was getting shorter and shorter.

Sister Gogo held back her laughter and asked me, "Is that the end of it?"

My face instantly went black!