Tia and Kuz walked back wet, the two of them walked bare-chested shoulder to shoulder along the rutted path of the hillside, Kuz held the leather armor in his right hand and patted the water in his ear with his left hand, jumping on the ground on one leg, and the droplets of water in his messy hair flew everywhere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's that Tia is underestimating all the way with Kuz, just looking at Kuzi's honest appearance, you know that this kid has been fooled by Tia again. The two of them gathered in front of the fire to keep warm, the little orc Kuz was tired today, leaning on the stone by the fire and sitting quietly back to back with Tia, I was driven by Uncle Fred to cook today's dinner, even if the dinner for 10 people is not something I can make, although I am always doing some boiling medicine, brushing the leather saddle cover, running errands and other things on weekdays, but the small body still can't handle tonight's dinner, so I have to come to Lacuz to help.

Although I am younger now, the physical condition of the seven or eight-year-old children in this world is definitely comparable to the eleven or twelve-year-old children on the earth before, I can even jump into the ice lake and swim in such a cold early spring without hesitation, and I can also chase hares on the grassland. Of course, there is another reason.

It's no secret that in some of the small circles of the merchant group, the orc witch doctor Old Kuru has recipes for different flavors. This is what I discussed with Old Kuru, and the explanation to Old Kuru is that I have been studying herbalism, and in the process of studying, my in-depth understanding of herbs allows me to always discover new spices, and there will be different flavors of food after different spices are matched, which is a very magical thing, this is the world of pharmacists, and it is the goddess of nature who cares for me.

Old Kuru said that I am very talented in herbalism, but in the eyes of others, I am a human pharmacist who has mastered orc herbalism, and the mysterious orc herbalism! There must be something different! Don't ask, those are the secrets of the orcs, presumably old Kuru will definitely warn Jijia to keep secrets, and he will not say anything when asked, how can he say anything important? Old Kuru will definitely let Jijia keep his mouth shut, don't ask! Well, there are always people who think too much, these ideas are wonderful, and in private my own people will convince my own people, and in the end I don't even have a chance to defend myself.

The fresh lamb was sliced very thin by me and Kuzi with a small knife, and I was basically demonstrating, while it was Kuzi who really did the work, and it was very difficult for my little hands to grasp large pieces of mutton. Tia watched with her mouth open on the edge of the fire as I skillfully cooked a whole pot of sliced meat, and looked at the two pieces of black bread baked on the stone next to her, and was a little stupid: "Your caravan won't be so poor that you don't even have black bread, ......right?"

Swept countless times by Kuz with a kind of roe deer's gaze, Tia realized the problem and asked me, "How delicious are these marinated slices of meat?"

I didn't even raise my eyes, and pretended to be a harmless baby on the side, as if I couldn't understand Tia's words, and just waited quietly for Kuz to finish cutting the rest of the lamb shank. The heart said, "Brother, how can you understand this secret leg of mutton?"

Although the skin on the demon antelope is very strong, even if it is stabbed on it with a sharp bayonet, it can only make a white mark without using all its strength, but the meat on the body is fresh and tender, and the old Kuru also said that the newly dead demon beast has not yet emitted the power in the body, and it is very good for the body. I marinated the slices of meat with pepper, salt and some vanilla crumbs, so naturally they will taste different. Although the original taste of antelope meat is also very good, but after eating it for so many years, I have long been tired of eating, I think the mutton with pepper and cumin is a perfect match, but unfortunately there is no barbecue sauce, if you can add a little more it would be beautiful.

The iron pot next to it was filled with washed haggis, and the whole skeleton of the antelope was soaked in the soup pot to make a milky white bone broth, and the delicious taste spread throughout the camp. Tia went directly to Kuz and asked him, "How can you make the soup stewed by the demon antelope so fragrant?"

This guy has always thought that the cooking method of me and Kuz comes from the secret recipe of the ancient orc race, maybe Kuzi added some unknown mysterious insects or disgusting ore powder to it, in short, the fragrant broth tastes like the temptation of the devil, Kuzi naturally can't tell why the broth is so fragrant, can only say: "It has always tasted like this." ”

"Kuz, do you think this soup has a special name?" Tia secretly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

I sat on a wooden cart with my calves swaying at will, my hands supporting my body leaning backwards, so that my body could stretch freely. The lambskin jacket on my body had been cleaned very cleanly yesterday, and it smelled faintly and very good. casually said: "I think our soup should have a resounding name, we might as well call it 'devil's saliva'." ”

I was probably talking about Tia's slot, when I saw Tia's smile freeze all of a sudden, as if she had thought of something terrible. Kutz shook his head and said seriously, "It's not a good name, it's better to ...... It's better to call ......" didn't come up with a name for a long time, but his face turned red.

Tia is a little handsome, although the face plate is average, but the figure is very good, the ranger belongs to the warrior profession in the balanced development of strength, agility, and endurance, the ranger guild requires their members to be able to shoot arrows, can use two-handed swords, and learn some reconnaissance methods, in the army this kind of people are called scouts, and their usual exercises pay more attention to physical coordination and survivability. is not fat or thin, he is born to make clothes rack materials, next to Kuz, it seems that he is determined to rub this meal.

Kuzi took out the flat and thin slate from under the ox cart, and set up the stove with pebbles, and placed the flat stone directly on the fire to burn, Kuzi skillfully wiped the mutton fat on the slate repeatedly, and the other hand quickly spread the meat slices in the basin on the hot slate, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound on the slate, which was also an authentic slate fried meat, Kuzi was very skilled in these steps, and shouted to the caravan leather maker on the side of the peeling wooden case: "Open the rice!"

This orc language is very tactful and loud, even if you don't understand it, you definitely know the meaning.

I stood on the edge of the big iron pot with a wooden spoon on my shoulder, one bowl per person, and pointed to the stone slab where Kuzi barbecued meat and said, "Fried meat, you uncles have enough to eat, you are not used to eating mutton, and I have prepared two black breads." ”

The second half of my sentence was directly ignored, more than a dozen people directly surrounded Kuzi, Kuzi kept putting meat on the slate, the fried mutton on the scorching slate the size of half a round table was still decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, even Tia on the side couldn't help but help lay the meat, Uncle Fred squeezed in the middle with a big belly, and couldn't help but scold angrily: "You foodies, rub you, grandma, look at the point, and the raw one is also pulled into the mouth, I haven't eaten meat in my life, go and go, don't eat your cat, lean to the side." ”

"Hey, hey, what is your sister's squeezing, brother, this is for you to taste first, can you eat this blood-streaked one. ”

"Damn, where are your sticks going!"

Every time I rush to eat, I feel extraordinarily fragrant, my meal is not large, and I am a little disgusted by barbecue, I have been repeatedly roasted by the fire poison in my body for more than two years, am I not just a piece of barbecue? After eating dinner hastily, I lay down on the wooden cart to rest. Uncle Fred, these tanners will continue to work after a while, the longer those demon antelopes are left out, the less valuable they become, they must be dealt with as soon as possible, I pray that it will not rain tonight.

I saw Kuz and the caravan men sitting around eating, and everyone kept complimenting Kuz on how well the meat was roasted. I'm bored and want to practice magic again. I was afraid that if the magic power converged to the tips of my fingers, the light would alarm others, so I carefully retracted my fingers into my sleeve, but after a long time, I spent countless energy and failed to gather the magic power together, but the fire element in my body became extremely restless, making my chest stuffy and unbearably hot, and the air exhaled was salty.

Yesterday, there was still a faint condensation of pale yellow magic light, although it didn't take long for the flickering light to disappear, but it was also a successful half of the magic, why can't even the first steps 'gather demons' tonight? This makes me miss the old orc Kuru, I don't think he is very important when I have him, but I feel that the old man who is like this is saying some useless nonsense all the time, muttering endlessly all day long, but once he leaves his side, he will think of him for the first time. Those unpronounced orc pronunciations, the names of herbs that I only memorized half of them, the magic array diagram that I was not very proficient in, whether this nasty anti-magic trick would be useful to me, who can tell me?

My questioning, let my mind fall into a dead knot, the more I think about it, the more powerless I feel, when I am depressed, my body's ability to avoid demons will be weakened, and the fire poison brought by the fire magic stored in the flesh and blood takes the opportunity to boil in my blood, this kind of blood boiling taste I have not tasted for more than two months, it is like the blood vessels in my body are about to explode, and the boiling blood wantonly destroys my body, every time at this time, there will be another warm current with strong vitality gushing out of the heart, and the warm current will slowly flow through the whole body along the blood vessels, and new flesh and blood will be born where it passes, and the burning pain of the blood vessels will burst, the itchy sensation of warm new flesh will come together, and I am like a piece of fried meat.

"Oops, you're so hot, you're sick, can you talk?"

Just when I was half asleep and half unconscious, a woman suddenly spoke next to me, and I muttered in a bit of a daze: "Mom, I hurt!"

Sometimes I really can't bear it, this kind of torture is like a curse, I can't see the light on my back, I don't know how long it will take to get rid of it, even the great shaman of the orc clan is helpless against my illness, every time at this time, I think that even if someone kills me with a knife, I have to thank him.

"Good boy, don't be afraid. ”

The voice was familiar, and a pair of hands were groping over me, as if examining the wound. Unbuttoning my sheepskin jacket, the cold night breeze blew into my chest, and the pain was greatly relieved. I struggled to take the jacket off, and I felt someone holding my little one in my arms, I couldn't open my eyes, and I could clearly feel that the arms were soft.

A cold hand covered my forehead, and I let out a comfortable **, and finally fainted.

——Beautiful Dividing Line——

When I woke up, my eyes were blurry, there was light, but I couldn't see clearly.

I blinked my eyes hard, and my vision began to gradually return, and it was a delicate little tent, with a crystal hanging lamp with a magic stone at the core, making the whole tent dim. You can tell it's not that big. I lay on a wolfskin mattress, with a skin bag full of ice cubes on top of my body, and I was sure that this time I was alive, and I could still feel the swelling and itching in my body, but the pain was bearable.

I wanted to struggle to sit up and see what kind of place this was, such a delicate tent was definitely not from Old Kuru, but I couldn't think of anyone else who could save me but Old Kuru. The tent curtain was lifted, and immediately there was a woman's exclamation, and at this time I also saw the female magician Guoguo coming in from outside the tent, still holding a basin of water in her hand, and when she saw me wake up, she looked at me in surprise and said, "Are you awake?

Shaking my head and looking around quietly, I asked, "Sister Guoguo, where is this?"

My voice was soft, and in this tent, which would never accommodate a third person, I was surprised to find some women's belongings hanging from the simple luggage rack next to it, such as a waterpink bandeau, white slightly wrinkled cloth socks, and a soft black skirt hanging down on the top, like a black waterfall. Suddenly I felt that magicians are also human beings, and they also need ordinary life, and they also pursue beauty like ordinary people, and seek comfort the most, if you put aside magic, she is definitely the sister next door who is quite popular, Guoguo's white hand directly blindfolded my eyes, and at that moment I saw that there were even two pale cyan veins on her arms that were crystal clear, and half of her arms that emerged from the cuffs of the magician's robe were as white as snow.

"Don't look around, of course this is my tent, where else can I go if I save you?"

"Sister Guoguo, do you think I'm going to die?"

I asked Old Kuru this question, and Old Kuru only said: You kid has two bloodline powers, Blue Flame and Self-Healing, how can you die, talk nonsense. But I think he only said half of it, and he didn't say half of it. Maybe I think I don't understand, and my heart is full of pressure, or maybe it's useless to say it. More than once I felt like I was teetering on the brink of death, and to be honest, I wasn't scared, maybe it would be better to sleep through it.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is a water magician, and what she is best at is healing diseases and saving people, how can she let you die. Sister Guoguo's words were very gentle, she first pushed the basin to the side, crawled in with a hunched body, and dragged the basin in when she turned around, the soft body in the small space brushed the tip of my nose, and the unique fragrance of women entered my nose.

I almost forgot about it, and when I saw her, I should think of her first as a magician, and then as a woman.

The towel with my head wet was spread on my face, and Sister Guoguo asked me to continue lying down, and she sat next to me with her legs curled up and asked me, "Have you had this disease since you were a child?"

"Yes. ”

"What did the old witch doctor say, didn't he save you, why didn't he cure you?"

"Teacher, he can't cure him!" I replied truthfully.

"Not even him? What kind of disease do you have, it's scary to get sick and get burned. Sister Guoguo was even more surprised this time.

I stretched out my index finger, and before the thought in my heart could rise, orange flames suddenly burst out from the tips of my fingers.