The ranger asked the blacksmith to light a fire in an open space. He said, "Wait for me for a while. I will go around and find something to eat."

The ranger left with his bow and arrows, but before he could go far, the vegetables were delivered to his door. A group of dark brown, horse-like deers sprang out of the forest. Roger noticed that there were some spots on their backs and sides.

White spots.

"It's a red deer." The ranger became more energetic, nocked an arrow and ran over.

The herd of red deer were unaware of the danger. They were munching on grass and leaves, looking for their favorite twigs.

An arrow penetrated the eye of a female deer like lightning, taking away her life but keeping her fur intact. Then the stag with eight crosses on its head galloped away with the remaining red deer.

Within a few breaths he disappeared.

The rangers packed away the trophies skillfully, and Roger saw that it would be a while before he could eat them, so he wandered in the surrounding pine forest.

"Don't go far," the baron warned.

"Got it." Roger disagreed. His attention was attracted by a hoopoe on the edge of the forest.

The bird was walking slowly on the ground, nodding its head as it walked, looking for food. It seemed to have found something delicious, and stopped to flip it on the ground with its long beak. The crest on its head was open, shaped like a handful.

Fan, the face is sandy pink with black terminal spots and white sub-terminal spots, the chin, throat and upper chest are grape brown, the sides of the head and back of the neck are light brown, the upper back and shoulders are grey-brown, and the abdomen is white with brown longitudinal spots.

The tail feathers are black and have a white horizontal spot in the middle.

Roger was surprised by its colorful colors, and he slowly approached. The bird noticed Roger, but was not afraid. So Roger pounced on it cautiously. The hoopoe was frightened, and its feather crest immediately closed on its head.

Its wings flapped slowly, flying up the branches like waves. It chirped "plop-plop-plop" and its feather crest rose and fell, condemning Roger for his impoliteness.

Roger regretted his indecision, but soon he was distracted by a red squirrel.

He saw the red squirrel sitting on a tree trunk close to the ground at first. In just a few blinks, it rushed to the top of the tree. It sniffed a pine cone, stayed quiet for less than a second, and then swooped out again. It

It seemed as if he could take small steps and jump directly from one pine tree to another pine tree, and then to another pine tree.

Roger followed it closely with his eyes, watching it go behind the tree, but didn't see it come out. He thought it was resting behind the tree and wanted to take a look, so he took a step forward, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw it

I found the red squirrel on a tree trunk near the ground. It came close to the ground but never came down, and scurried up again. Roger was dazzled by it, and he couldn't find it just for a moment. Roger left

I looked to the right, trying to find it, but couldn't find it.

But Roger was still very happy. He had no hope of catching the little clever guy. He stepped on the thick pine needles on the ground, breathed in the fresh air, and felt extremely happy.

Then he saw some movement on the side of the "gift". The pony leaned in front of a bush and seemed to have discovered something. Roger walked over curiously.

The next second, a red-orange "flame" burst out from the bushes. It attacked the pony crazily, using its wings and legs and claws to hit the opponent hard. "Gift" was frightened, and it backed away repeatedly, and the ball

"Flame" refused to give up. "Gift" then turned around and ran away. It ran to Roger for comfort, without noticing Roger's face, which was red with anger.

"Gift," Roger yelled at it, akimbo, "you were defeated by a robin!"

"Hahahaha", all the friends who saw this scene laughed, and the priest joked: "Your pony lost without complaint. Its opponent is stained with the blood of Jesus just like the Holy Spear Longinus."

Roger looked at the bush again. The palm-sized male robin sometimes walked and sometimes jumped on the ground, like a proud general, completely ignoring everyone. Roger estimated the distance to it.

Anyone within a hundred and twenty feet will smile and express his submission. (Note: It is said that the Holy Spear Longinus can subdue anyone within a hundred and twenty feet.)

The venison was roasted, it was roasted just right, and it tasted very good when rubbed with salt. Everyone ate it happily, but Roger felt a little pain in his cheeks. Fortunately, he thought, it was just a little doe. If the ranger hunted it,

He probably couldn't even chew that eight-pronged stag.

While eating, Roger noticed a bearded vulture that had been flying above their heads for observation. He didn't know if it was the same one just now. Then it landed 50 meters away and continued to spy. It was not in a hurry and just quietly

Waiting, like a dog waiting for a bone under the table.

So Roger picked up a small bone and threw it over. He couldn't throw it that far, so the bearded vulture didn't move. After a while, it probably felt that there was no danger, so it got closer. It saw that everyone was just eating and ignored it, and then

He continued to get closer and swallowed the small bone in one gulp.

Roger was surprised at the way it ate. He wanted to see how many bones it could swallow, so he picked the largest deer leg bone and threw it over as hard as he could.

The bearded vulture dodges, waits for a while, and then steps forward to pick up the bone. This time it obviously cannot swallow it, and Roger is eager to see its joke. Unexpectedly, the bearded vulture flies up with the bone in its mouth, flying high.

It's as high as a bomber dropping a bomb. It puts its mouth down and lets the bones fall. It hits an exposed stone accurately. The bones break into small pieces that can be swallowed. It then comes down and swallows them one bite at a time.

Roger asked the ranger: "Do bearded vultures always eat bones like this?"

"Yes, I've seen it many times. They are born with this trick."

“What if we can’t find exposed rocks?”

"How can I not find it? They can fly very far and they will always find it."

Roger looked at the bare rock, surrounded by grass, and felt a little familiar. He couldn't help but think of Dean Benedictine's Mediterranean hairstyle. He thought, if the bearded vulture had made a mistake...he felt evil.

Han, ended this blasphemous thought.

At nightfall, Roger and his party were walking through a valley, looking for a place to camp. They passed a depression, where "bobo" springs seeped out from the cracks in the rocks and gathered to form a pool in the depression.

"Oops," the ranger was a little surprised, "there is actually a waterhole here. We should have come earlier."

So everyone took the time to drink the horse and replenish water. Roger was a little confused, so he took the time to ask: "Isn't it bad to have water? Don't we need to replenish water?"

"No, it's very bad. We need water, and so do the animals. It's not a good idea to camp near the water source." The ranger looked at the sky and told everyone to leave quickly, "Stay as far away as possible before dark.

"

However, fate is not good, and after walking for a while, we encountered a puddle again, so the ranger changed his mind. He said: "If we don't leave, let's camp in this open area. Let's find more dead branches. We can only do this tonight."

It’s okay.”

So the friends split up. Roger followed the Baron, and the two of them were working together to lift a fallen tree. A black forest weasel jumped out. It had white cheeks mixed with black, like a mask.

The forest weasel looked at the two wood movers, raised its tail, stamped its forepaws on the ground, and made a squeaking sound to warn the other party of invading private property without permission, and that if they didn't leave, they would be shot.

Roger knew that it had the right to shoot according to American law, but neither he nor the Baron would take a little guy less than half a meter long including its tail seriously. They destroyed each other's shelter wantonly, and the Baron also

He laughed and said, "You're quite fierce, little guy. Come on, I'll give you a hand. If you lose, you'll be our food."

The warning was ignored, so Lin Weasel fired. It launched a "stinky bomb", a very smelly bomb, an absolute biological and chemical weapon. How could anyone in the cold weapon age withstand such an epoch-making attack? Roger and the Baron

If you run away from a deserted place, your speed can break the world record.

Roger felt that his nose had been destroyed. Even after running for more than a hundred meters, he still had a disgusting stench. When Roger returned to the camp, he sought the comfort of a "gift", which was just like a replica of lunch. The "gift" was very unpleasant.

He ran away impatiently.

Fortunately, not everyone was as fruitless as they were. The lucky ranger and blacksmith worked together to carry back a wild boar. This big dark brown guy, nearly 1.5 meters long, made everyone smile.

Now the benefits of having water became apparent. The ranger neatly packed away the evening meal. He warned: "The smell of blood cannot be hidden anymore. Add more fires. It will definitely not be peaceful tonight."
Chapter completed!