"Biscuits, chocolate, ginger candy, toffee, come here, start eating." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Long holding a pot of meat in his left hand, and the spoon in his right hand knocked the pot, and the rabbit raccoon family who was originally hunting in the grass immediately drilled out. The lonely hunter of the Loguda Wilderness' was transformed into a domestic pet, no, the mother's biscuit bit a rabbit, and seemed to put it in front of Marceau as a gift, and the kitten cub who was handling the prey nodded, and the virtuous lady meowed roughly, and then Shi Shiran ran past the pleasant spare food that was holding the deer and gnawed on it, rubbed it twice on the long leg, and then sat on the long leg and watched his teething cubs eat meat.

By the way, biscuits, chocolate, ginger candy and toffee are the names taken by Annie and the girls who watched the live broadcast, biscuits are mothers, chocolate is the male cub of the three cubs, and ginger candy and toffee are two female cubs, which are very recognizable from the appearance, and Biscuits are blind in one eye- Chocolate's face has a scar that runs from the top left to the bottom, and the wound is supposed to be a wolf's paw, which confirms how the cookie's wound came about, and Marceau thinks it's likely that there are more than three cubs, but ...... As we all know, natural selection, there are wins and there are losses. As for the toffee and ginger candy, it is better to recognize, ginger candy has brown eyes, and the smallest toffee has dark spots on the tip of the nose.

Marceau had all the game, snapped his fingers, and the biscuits, which had not been eaten, came over, and Marceau placed the pieces of meat on the wooden basin, and the lady finally began to eat.

It's midday, and twenty miles from the nearest city, Anrol Badaka, where Marceau's trio are currently located at a famous spot in the wilderness. Polydami's Eternal Resting Place', a player of the first Open Era, he died in battle in this wilderness, his body is rotten, but his soul has been walking in the wilderness, this is a great heroic spirit, the guardian of this wilderness, and the only mission witness for any druid when he advances to a half-step legend, maybe in another year, this will be the holy place in the eyes of the druids, this rare small oasis in the wilderness, and it will become a must-visit place for any player who wants to witness the wilderness scenery。

"I smell the smell of death on you, but I also see the pure white light that represents your camp, what an interesting young man. Now, Polidami was in the camp, and the ghostly Druid looked at Marceau: "I've heard young people from the north and south talk about you, Marceau of Palo Ernst, right?" ”

"Yes, you're well informed. Marceau smiled and nodded.

The Heroic Spirit looked at Marceau for a moment: "Your eyes really look like your mother...... No, it should be said, more like your grandmother of the living dead, worthy of the wife of the dead and the heir of His Royal Highness of the Grim Reaper. Perhaps it was a memory from the time when he was a fellow player, and the Heroic Spirit didn't show much respect, but his nostalgia was real: "But I'm happy that you can fight for the world with all your heart, because I know that the one standing in front of me is a good boy." ”

"I'm not the kind of guy who can sell his interests and become a gravedigger of the whole world for the sake of so-called interests, and I don't want a world to be destroyed because of my selfish desires. ”

"No, we weren't as noble as you think, and all we wanted to do was watch those bastards push this wonderful world into the abyss...... So, countless people like me are willing to die......" Speaking of this, the heroic spirit seemed to sigh, and a pure white mist spread from his mouth: "I wander when I think of the past time...... Remember, young man, maybe one day, the world will need you to face death, and when that time comes, you must call my name...... There is a saying in our time that the sky falls, and the tall man is on top. ”

With that, the elven spirit dissipated into the air.

Anne sighed, "He can't remember anything about his memories as a player. ”

"It's character hosting, but anyway, it's an amazing Heroic Spirit. After Marceau, he looked to the north: "We are also going to speed up, I can feel that the curse of blood money is getting worse and worse." The body of the kitten has now completely turned into skin and bones, there are no muscles, and the blood vessels are also black liquid, and Marceau even has to be careful not to touch the rabbit cubs at this time, lest these little ones be affected by the flying disaster.

Fortunately, although these little things became pets, they at least understood what it meant to worship ghosts and gods and stay away, and the well-fed cubs climbed into the back of the car and began to take a nap, and Mrs. Biscuit also got into the back bucket after she was full, and the reserve went to Anne's side after she was full, and she fed Anne with a barbecue, and then put away the dishes, so Marceau got up, put away the dagger, licked another stick of firewood for the campfire at his feet, and then put the rest of the bits and pieces on the basin and placed them by the fire.

Getting into the car and starting, Marceau turned his head one last time to take a look, and found several heads emerging from the grass, and the wild rabbits had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Marceau smiled, "Respectable hunter." ”

Seeing this other litter of rabbits gather around the basin and start eating, the long smile holding the toffee continued: "Respect the nature of natural selection." ”

Patting the head of the spare food, Anne made a final summary: "Respect for today's luck." ”

Nature is about natural selection, but nature is also about gifts and luck.

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A bald-headed old warrior monk sits in a coffee shop on the central avenue in Anrol Badaka City...... Under the shade of the trees.

As a well-behaved and poor warrior monk, Wilde did not care about his living environment, of course, the necessary tidiness was still necessary, and the old man of the Order said that 'embracing poverty is not the same as embracing uncleanness'

Therefore, as the only survivor of that order, Wilde wore a clean washed white warrior monk's robe, and looked at the little steppe elf standing in front of him: "Dane's child, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Of course, I've heard that you're a very sinister warrior monk and a former boatswain of Lady Sophie, so I'm thinking that you should be someone who can help us. Penny was dressed in a beautiful leather robe, and she looked at the old man in front of her.

Wilde frowned, "Knowing too much doesn't do you much good, little girl, and I don't think I can help you." The old warrior monk stood up and prepared to leave.

"No, I'm not an unrelated person, I know Marceau, Madame Sophie's child. Penny looked at the old man in front of him seriously, and the latter stopped and turned to look at Penny: "You little thing...... What the hell do you want me to help with? ”

"Will you help us fight Lady Sufi? I mean, of course, sometime in the future. ”

Penny's words made old Wilde smile, as if he had heard something interesting, and he smiled and nodded: "I'll wait for you at Maugs, don't make me wait too long." (To be continued.) )