"Oh, it seems that I have hunted an unexpectedly big prey."
As if he were dreaming and waking up, as if he were dreaming or dreaming, in the halo, Belial gently opened his eyes, and a cute smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"As humans say, a big cake falls from the sky. Isn't that true?"
Next to her, Andariel's long flame-like hair suddenly grew taller. This was the moment when she was in a very good mood.
"Wait a minute, do you want to take advantage of such a good thing?"
Darker than the night and brighter than the starry sky, his jet-black waterfall hair was flying high from the ice cave. Azmodan did not know when he would return. She inserted the huge sword with the luster of obsidian that was three times her height across the height of the ice wall, and sat on it, with the gorgeous armor like dark holy clothing covering her slender and slender body. Wearing a black gold crown, she shows her beauty and majesty.
"Wait for me, wait for me, my clone is about to rush over."
His eyes sparkled with undisguised excitement. Azmodan looked at Andariel with an imposing gaze.
"Really, only three minutes at most."
Andariel obviously didn't care about this reckless and bellicose Demon King girl, he sighed softly and shook his head.
"Yeah?.
Belial smiled mysteriously. He hummed softly in a voice that was invisible to the other two demon kings.
"Don't underestimate him, he's not easy to chew down."
"Boy, come here
I don't know how many were beaten to the ground by the old drunkard. I stood up and dusted myself off. As if nothing had happened, he turned around and ran away.
"Didn't I ask you to come here?!"
The next moment, the head and the sole of the shoe were in contact. He was stepped on the ground again by a familiar force.
"No, um, I'm going to get the wine.
Standing up, I spoke nonchalantly in a robotic tone.
"real?"
The long-standing confrontation, as Rogge is always peeking at her second throne, is stingy. This old woman who is addicted to alcohol did not immediately lose her judgment even if she heard the word wine in my mouth.
"Yes."
No lie, I really plan to go home and take out the jar of wine that I have brewed for a month and work hard. I am an old alcoholic. As for what materials I use to soak it, you must understand that I am a wine maker. Beginners, even if they do something wrong, they can be forgiven. Anyway, the designated wine taster is also an old alcoholic, so he probably won't die, probably.
If I have to use something to describe it, this altar, together with Princess Sanwu and the little ghost, is based on an ancient brewing recipe that Princess Sanwu found in the middle of a book about undead and curses.
You heard it right, it’s an ancient formula. According to Princess Sanwu's judgment, if this formula were placed in the original world, it could at least be traced back to the time when the cavemen appeared. It would be very powerful. As for why it was found in books of the undead and curses. We judge that this should be the work of a relatively unconventional alcoholic necromancer.
So, based on the incomplete and unclear records above, we started to look for the above materials separately. Of course, it turned out to be an ancient formula. There must be many materials that can no longer be found, but it doesn’t matter. The road is made by people, and there will always be The solution is to use something with a similar color or taste instead.
If that doesn't work, just use salt, sugar, chili powder, etc. instead. Don't you see that Veras often talks about salt being the master of all flavors? We believe that they can definitely replace those materials that even Princess Sanwu has never heard of or seen.
So, after an afternoon of collecting materials, late that night, three black shadows came to the rescue through dim lights that could only see the shaking figures of people. Get together and collect the materials they have collected. No one knows what the other party has collected. Stuffing them into the jar one by one, as for the completion of this pot of dark food, "No, ahem, it is a peerless wine brewed from ancient recipes.
Even if you see black gas coming out after opening the jar, or there are some animal carcasses floating on it, don’t be surprised, because this is a peerless wine brewed from an ancient recipe. Because some of the ingredients are substituted, I allow you to add some words after the name. Add a parentheses and pseudo parentheses!
"That's right, the ancient recipe brewed into a peerless wine."
I said to the old drunkard solemnly, with no trace of falsehood in my eyes.
"I always feel like you added something to the end of your name."
The old drunkard, who is always particularly sharp in places where he shouldn't be, looked at me suspiciously.
"You're being paranoid."
I gave a thumbs up and responded with a sunny smile.
All in all, the old drunkard believed her for once and handed me her precious wine bottle, telling me to go back quickly.
"You don't want to be like that stinky girl and break my wine bottle. Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Before leaving, she cracked her knuckles like one of those gangsters who lets a bully student go home to get money and warns you, do you want to tell your parents? Do you know what the consequences will be? ring.
"Don't worry, if this jug breaks, I'll pay you two."
I promised the old drunkard with a sunny smile, turned around, and my smile was immediately shrouded in darkness.
"Well, it's not bad. You must have stuffed fruit into the ingredients. This is a failure. I hate impure things."
The old drunkard uneasily opened the lid of the wine bottle and smelled it, then used what seemed to be his own
"Don't put fruit in it next time."
There is no next time for you. I already knew she would do this. I nodded and said secretly in my heart.
I did some little tricks inside the jug. What the Old Drunkard smells right now, is just the above I mixed it with Elf and Kurast and camp features uh because it was inspired by the cocktail. So let’s call it Pig Head Wine.
Real content. under.
In my disappointed eyes, the old drunkard didn't speak immediately. Instead, he told me a lot of wine knowledge on a whim and then put the wine bottle heavily on the ground. "I said boy, you have become weaker over the years."
"Well?"
My head was filled with all her dazzling knowledge, so I raised my head and looked at her in confusion. Are you talking about losing weight?
"It's about you transforming into a blood bear and learning how to transform into a bear."
With the spear in hand, the old drunkard kept poking my forehead with the butt of the gun.
"Oh, I see."
I nodded with a clear understanding: "Yes, time is not forgiving. You have become older recently, and you have the smell of old people all over your body."
"What did you say?!!"
"I just missed you Ran!!"
We stared at each other like cockfighting cocks, and then started fighting, and naturally the result was...
"From the ordinary level to the state of mind, then from the state of mind to the pseudo-realm, and now it is infinitely close to the field. Please think about it with your rusty brain, how many people can achieve this kind of progress. And they said that I have become weak. , isn’t that a bit too unkind?!”
From all fours to lying on the ground, I raised my pig-like head and protested loudly.
"No, I mean," the old drunkard scratched his head helplessly.
"You also remember, I fought with you when the blood bear transformed for the first time."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember it at all."
I curled my lips and said, I was in a completely violent state at that time, and I didn’t leave any memory at all.
"Tch, what a useless guy."
The old drunkard's eyes became as cold as looking at maggots.
"Can you find someone who can still be as active as me after going completely berserk?" I responded with a look that looked at cosmic garbage.
"All in all, your strength has indeed improved. I don't deny this."
The speechless old drunkard entered the topic as if nothing had happened.
"However, it is a fact that you have become weaker. Although you were weak at that time, you were able to put pressure on me. Of course, it was only a little bit of pressure, but now" tut tut. "
The old drunkard wagged his index finger lightly, with contempt on his face.
"What's the meaning?"
I felt like the old drunkard was fooling me, so I straightened my face. In fact, when I transformed into a blood bear, I often had a vague feeling. An extremely incongruous feeling, something has been forgotten. What is lost, what is being avoided.
I know that it is the awkward feeling of a wild tiger transforming into a zoo tiger, but there is no way. I don’t want to hunt, I don’t want to bite the prey’s throat alive, and lick the net that spurts out from the broken throat and flows from the heart. The blood was so hot that I didn't want to tear the fur with my mouth and chew the intestines and intestines that exuded the heat of fishy cells.
"I'm not saying this is not good, but how to put it, it feels like a waste. Wow, what on earth did I say? If that old fox knows, it will definitely be over."
As the old drunkard was talking, he suddenly held his head and started moaning in self-pity, and then suddenly raised his head. Looking at me hard.
"It doesn't matter, the words have been spoken anyway. Listen, kid, I am not telling you this from the perspective of an instructor or an elder. But"
A trace of violent memories flashed through his eyes. She said word by word: "It's the advice from a senior who has escaped from the dead countless times."
"When you feel it is necessary, just recall it. What is the essence of the blood bear? I think you must know it better than anyone else in your heart. Remember,"
She gently hit me on the head three times with the handle of the gun. Her wild and silly eyes suddenly became shudderingly deep. The wind blew her short burgundy hair and cape, and her isolated temperament. The fusion seemed to take me to a strange world full of blood, loneliness and decadence.
"Remember, don't worry about anything at that time, because nothing is more terrifying than losing your life."
With a snap, the spear was smashed into pieces.
"Although it is the last killer copper, it may not come in handy when it comes time to use it, hahahaha."
Smiling wildly, the old drunkard suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the ground and took a sip into his mouth.
"pain "
Before she finished speaking, her body twitched violently several times, like a fish in the water being shocked by high-voltage electricity, and turned over with a plop. White belly.
Looking at the corpse in front of me, I silently wiped away tears.
What a great teacher, even at the very end. Also use your own life to light up my progress
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As soon as my eyes darkened, a space-time vortex appeared out of thin air around me, and I was continuously drawn into it.
Where is this?
Open your eyes, basketfuls of green fill your eyes. Along with it comes the clear and melodious chirping of birds and the indescribable and beautiful fragrance of flowers.
"Think of me back then
Galen, the hairy-legged fairy, was sitting on the big wooden pillar that had become his throne, spitting saliva at me while drinking noodle soup.
You were just a ramen seller at the time, and your wife ran away with the owner of the sesame seed shop opposite ten years ago.
The first time I understood the situation, I complained.
In the memory, the old man is still as charming as ever, with his trousers rolled up and squatting on a tree stump drinking noodle soup, with his wrinkled khaki face." The classic image of a farmer. If you want to take part in exhibitions and competitions, mark it with the four characters “Uncle Farmer”, a few ridges of dry land behind you, and an old cow, you will definitely win the special prize, and maybe even more in a few years. Posted in the history museum. It became the image representative of farmers in the liberation era.
As for the leg hair that flutters in the wind like kelp. It even makes people doubt the vitality of this old man. Shouldn't a third of the leg hair be used as fertilizer?
"one more bowl."
After playing with the soup noodles, it immediately turned into saliva and spewed out. Old man Galen handed the bowl to the little ghost without saying anything.
"This is unreasonable!".
After the movie set. He took the big bowl and looked at the noodle soup which was still light and not even a few noodles. Old man Galen finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to fight.
"How many times have I told you, like fish and water, cows and grass, knights and goats, guys without leg hair are not human, this bowl of noodle soup!!"
No! It's absolutely okay, there's absolutely no logic to the last two metaphors, right bastard! !
“This bowl of noodle soup!!”
As if screaming from his soul, Galen looked at the ghost whose face was lighter than the clear soup in the bowl with tears in his eyes.
"Please be sure to add some salt!! Sugar will do! If you don't have any, just add a few caterpillars!!! A little meaty taste is fine, please. Noble, beautiful and omnipotent Alice!!"
He held the soup noodles high and knelt down piously.
How should I put it, he is really a pitiful old man who is easily satisfied.
"What a demanding guy."
The little ghost wrinkled his nose, probably because Old Galen's pitiful appearance suffocated him. I impatiently took the big bowl and floated towards the kitchen.
"If you can, add something you like to eat in it."
Old Man Galen probably thought that the ghost, as a former saint, must be pampered. Even the mouthwash before meals was bird's nest and shark's fin soup, so he shouted out a declaration of the road to hell behind the little ghost.
Ahem, of course, in a sense, the little ghost is indeed pampered. If you look at the value of what she eats every day, it is worth the consumption of ten princesses from big countries.
but,"
"Okay. Where did the topic come from? Oh, it's about the dignity of a warrior. Soldiers cannot be killed or humiliated. A true warrior dares to face the bleak life, dares to face the dripping blood, dares to challenge the unfair fate, no Driven by power, not confused by money, not surrendered by coercion, just like me back then,"
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I feel that a guy who can kneel down for the taste of a bowl of noodle soup is not worthy of discussing this issue with me now.
"Oh, you're here, I'm so grateful."
Old Man Galen took the ocean bowl from the little ghost's hands piously and saw a few caterpillars still wriggling in pain floating on the soup surface. His eyes suddenly filled with tears of emotion.
"According to your wishes, there are also things that this saint likes to eat."
The little ghost looked at Old Man Gallen curiously, as if he were looking at a white mouse in a glass box.
"Thank you so much."
Old Man Galen was moved to tears, held up the soup noodles and cheered. "Then I'm welcome."
The grateful old man Galen didn't use chopsticks to say that he didn't have many noodles. He raised the big bowl and took a big sip, then he kept smashing the bowl and tasting it while muttering.
"Let me see. Saintess usually eats some delicacies from mountains and seas."
Then, something clicked.
Yes, it clicked.
Old man Galen's teeth were reported to God.
"Druids are experts in life. Old man Galen suddenly said seriously.
Hey, what kind of divine expansion is this? Didn’t I just say that the old man had a tooth popped out?
By the way, I remembered that this was indeed the case, not long after Old Galen broke his tooth. I still remember very clearly how serious his expression was when he said these words, and how leaky his mouth was.
"Everyone always forgets this. We druids are the masters of the arcana of life. We are close to nature, listening to the prosperity of flowers, plants and trees; feeling the throbbing of life jumping on our fingertips, the wind blowing, the water flowing, and the sunshine spreading. , all things compete, the weak eat the strong, the existence of every thing has its inevitability, and we druids are the coordinators who have been given a noble mission by nature."
At this point, Old Man Galen frowned, as if he thought of something unpleasant, and made a few noises.
"That's why we druids respect life and nature, so we act in a low-key manner, unlike those ghostly necromancers who show off and blaspheme life after learning a little bit. We are dubbed by those who don't know the truth. Scholar of the Arcana of Life
In my opinion, there is no difference between necromancers and druids. They both study the arcana of life, but our druids study the prosperity of life, while necromancers study the art of death. It's just home, one thing is certain. This old man has definitely suffered losses at the hands of the Necromancer before.
By the way, because I am a copycat Druid, the reverence, closeness and understanding of life and nature that ordinary druids have towards life and nature are not deeply felt by me who was forcibly placed in the Druid profession. It's like many druids can communicate with animals and plants, but I can only be beaten by the arrogant white sheep raised by Willas from time to time with a horn blast and a flying kick from the hind hooves.
When I approach them hungry with knife, fork and spices.
Everyone also commented that these Aries are really arrogant, right? I just want to borrow something from them.
"So, the Necromancer is dead!" Arcane. Women can collect the residual energy of the soul after death and exert public effects, but we druids also have the arcana of life of our druids."
The old man Galen spat out his saliva. At the time, I didn't understand what he said. I thought that the arcana of death he was talking about was the Necromancer's ability to summon skeletons or corpse explosions. Until later, in Harlow After Gass saw the strength of the Necromancer Nilasek, I vaguely understood that the secret of death that Old Man Galen mentioned was not the skills that the Necromancer displayed on the outside.
Think about it, even if Old Galen is placed in a hot-blooded boy comic, he is probably an old guy who can die together with one of the Four Heavenly Kings who was the last Shi. How can the ordinary skills of the Necromancer fall into his eyes? Woolen cloth?
Even the research notes left by the necromancer found in the tribal temple, recording how to gather life energy from corpses, may not be considered a profound secret technique in the eyes of old man Galen.
"Hey kid, are you listening to me carefully? That's good. If those words don't sound nice later, don't blame me if you regret it in the future.
After eating and drinking enough, Gallon's voice sounded full of energy. Of course, the air leakage in his mouth, which was missing a tooth, was even worse. After a pause, he suddenly added something inexplicable.
"But whatever, maybe after listening to it, you will regret it in the future, so it's up to you whether to listen or not. Just treat me as talking to myself.
You will regret listening to it. If you don't listen, you will regret it. What on earth do you want me to do, you bastard! !
However, the seriousness and loneliness shown by old man Galen at that time made me suppress my complaints.
This guy taught me something incredible at that time. As he said, I would regret it even if I listened, and I would regret it if I didn’t listen. It took me a long time to bury this memory in my heart.
"Life burning, have you heard of this technique?"
I shook my head at that time, but no matter how bad my brain was, I never expected that not long after, I would be enjoying the life-burning greetings of Brother Carlos at the finals of the tournament held by the Alliance and the Angel Tribe. It can be said that both sides suffered losses at that time, and it was extremely tragic.
"Humph, haven't you heard of it? I really don't know how Akara and the others taught you, but it's okay if you haven't heard of it. This kind of evil way is a waste of time. Don't know about it for the rest of your life."
Old Galen sniffed, "Hmph, and suddenly became angry for some reason.
"Waste, so wasteful. Has the brain of the person who created such a bad technique been burned out? What does he think of life, a rag? It pisses me off. This approach is just like using your own precious leg hair. It's just like lighting a fire, it's so stupid, it's so bad."
Your metaphor is the stupidest and worst. And it’s disgusting, old man! !
At that time, I had to endure a lot of pain to avoid punching his leaky mouth with one missing tooth.
"Yes, burning life is an act of blasphemy against life and nature. It is a taboo for us druids. It doesn't matter if we don't know about this nonsense. It seems that ignorance is not entirely wrong."
Galen nodded, as if he was praising my ignorance.
"But there are times when you can't force it.
With a change in his tone, Old Man Galen's aura suddenly became terrifying, and he continued to speak with a little bit of unconcealable sadness. "There are times when you have to be prepared to sacrifice your life. Even if it means blaspheming your life, you still have to protect something."
"Take it, kid, you will hate me later."
Having said this, he suddenly handed over a scroll, his hand shaking slightly, as if the scroll weighed ten thousand kilograms, and he seemed to want to retract it at any time.
"What is this?" I immediately took the scroll and asked in my memory.
In an instant, old man Gallen seemed to have aged dozens of years. Gu Fei glanced at it: "If I said that this is a technique that desecrates life ten times and a hundred times more than burning life, would you believe it?"
I was shocked at the time. Just reading the Burning Life technique of desecrating life had already made Old Galen’s beard and leg hair tremble with anger. What was in this scroll turned out to be ten times and a hundred times more serious blasphemy than Burning Life. Life skills? He actually still has such a thing and gave it to me? !
"That's right, if you compare the part of life consumed by burning life to a person, burning life means killing that person, and the things recorded on this scroll can not only teach you how to kill people, It will also teach you how to cut into pieces the flesh and bones of a dead person, making full use of every inch of flesh, every drop of blood, and every bone.”
Old Man Galen's tone was extremely gloomy, and coupled with what he said, it actually made the surrounding hot and humid temperature become as cold as Harrogath.
"In other words, the technique recorded above is the same as burning life. It also consumes life to increase strength, but is it more efficient?
After a moment of silence in this cold atmosphere, I began to feel the weight of the scroll in my hand.
"Yes, that's what it means. You can read the detailed information yourself." No, it's best not to read it for the rest of your life, but there's no point in leaving it to you like this, alas."
Gallon's inner conflict made his words incoherent, and he finally sighed deeply.
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The protagonist’s unique stunts have unknowingly become a long story. There is another chapter late at night. Everyone is looking forward to Wu Fan’s explosion.
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