"Oh, it seems like you've hunted an unexpected big game."

Like a dream, like a dream, in the halo, Belier opened his eyes slightly, and a cute smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"As humans say, a big loaf of bread fell from the sky, right?"

Andariel beside her, her long flame-like hair suddenly rose high, and this was the moment when she was in the best mood.

"Wait, wait, do you want to keep such a good thing to yourself?"

Azmodan, who was darker than the night and shinier than the starry sky, flew high in the ice cave and didn't know when he would return. She thrust her greatsword, which shimmered with a black glow of three times her height, high above the ice wall, and sat on it, the ornate armor that resembled a dark robe on her slender and slender body. Wearing a black and gold crown, it shows beauty and majesty.

"Wait for me, wait for me, my doppelganger is about to rush over."

There was an undisguised glint of excitement in his eyes. Azmodan looked at Andariel with an imposing gaze.

"Really, just three minutes at most."

Andariel obviously didn't take the reckless and belligerent demon king girl, and shook his head softly.

"Really?

Beryl smiled mysteriously. In a voice that was not visible to the other two demon kings, he whispered softly.

"Don't underestimate him, it's not so easy to gnaw off."

"Boy, you come over to me

I don't know how many times I was beaten up by an old drunkard. I stood up and patted the dirt off my body. If nothing happened, turn around and run.

"Didn't I let you come over?!".

The next moment, the head and the sole touch. Again stepped on by familiar force.

"No, well, I'm going to get the wine

Standing up, I spoke nonsense in a mechanical tone.

"Really?"

The long-term confrontation, as a constant peep, Rogge, who is on her second throne, picks the door for the third. Even when I heard the word wine in my mouth, this old woman, who was an alcoholic, did not immediately lose her judgment.

"Yes."

No lie, I'm really going to go home and take out the jar of self-brewed wine for a month to work hard, my old drunkard, as for what materials are used to soak it, this, you must understand, I am a beginner in winemaking, even if I do something wrong, I can be forgiven, anyway, the wine taster who is scheduled to be an old drunkard should not die, probably.

If I had to describe it with anything, this altar is along with the princess and the little ghost, based on an ancient brewing recipe that the princess found in the mezzanine of a book on the undead and curses.

You heard it right, it's an ancient recipe. According to the judgment of the Three No Princesses, if this recipe is placed in the original world, the age can be at least traced back to the era when the top cave people appeared, which is very powerful, as for why it was found in the books of the undead and curses. We judged that this should be the work of a more unusual alcoholic necromancer.

So, according to the incomplete and vague records above, we began to look for the above materials separately, of course, it turned out to be an ancient formula, there will definitely be many materials that can no longer be found, but it doesn't matter, the road is walked out by people, there will always be a way, just replace it with something similar in color or taste.

If it really doesn't work, just use salt, sugar, chili powder or something instead, don't you see that Veras often talks about salt as the lord of all flavors? We believe that the three of them will be a good replacement for those materials that even the three princesses have never heard of.

So, after an afternoon of collecting materials, late that night, the three black shadow brains could only see the dim light of the flickering figures. Get together and separate the materials they have collected, and no one knows what the other party has collected. Stuffed into the jar one by one, as for the completion of this pot of dark dishes, "No, ahem, it is a peerless wine brewed from ancient recipes."

Don't be surprised even if you open the jar and see black gas coming out, or if there are some animal carcasses floating on it, because this ancient recipe is a peerless wine, because some of the ingredients are substituted, I allow you to add a parenthesis after the name!

"That's right, ancient recipes make a peerless wine fake."

I said solemnly to the old drunkard, and there was not a hint of falsehood in his eyes.

"It always feels like you've added something to your name."

The old drunkard, who was always particularly keen-minded in places where he shouldn't be, looked at me suspiciously.

"You're suspicious."

I gave a thumbs up and responded with a sunny smile.

Anyway, the old drunkard believed it once, and gave me her precious flask, and told me to go and come back quickly.

"Do you want to smash my jug like that stinky girl, and know what the consequences of doing this will be?"

Before leaving, she rattled her knuckles like those hooligans who let the bullies go home and get their money and warned that you shouldn't be the ones who wanted to tell your parents that you know what the consequences would be.

"Don't worry, if this jug breaks, I'll pay you both."

With a sunny smile on his face, he promised the old drunkard, and when he turned away, my smile was immediately enveloped in darkness.

"Well, it's okay, you kid stuffed fruit into the material, it's a failure, I hate things that aren't pure."

The old drunkard opened the lid of the flask and sniffed it uneasily, and then used it as if he was

"Don't put fruit in next time."

You don't have a next time, I already knew she would do it I nodded and said secretly in my heart.

I made a little bit of a hand in the flask. What the old drunkard smells now, it's just that the above I mixed with the specialties of the elves and the Kurast and the camp, uh because it was inspired by cocktails. That's why it's called pig's head wine.

The real substance. below.

In my disappointed gaze, the old drunkard did not immediately move, but told me a lot of wine knowledge on a whim, and then slammed the flask on the ground. "I said boy, you've gotten weaker over the years."

"Huh?"

My head was dazed by her fanciful knowledge, and I looked up at her in confusion. Has the amount of alcohol weakened?

"That's what you mean to be a blood bear, learn to transform a bear."

With a spear in hand, the old drunkard kept stabbing me in the forehead with the tail of the gun.

"Oh, I see."

I nodded in understanding: "Yes, the years are not forgiving, you have also become old recently, and you have the smell of old people all over your body." ”

"What do you say?!!"

"I just want to run you!!"

We glared at each other like cockfights, and then crackled and fought, and the result was, of course......

"From the ordinary level to the state of mind, and then from the state of mind to the pseudo-realm, to the present infinitely close to the realm. Please, your rusty brain, give me a good idea of how many people can make this kind of progress. Isn't it too unkind to say that I'm getting weaker?! ”

Lying on all fours, I raised my pig-like head in protest.

"No, I mean," the old drunkard scratched his head helplessly.

"You remember, the first time the blood bear transformed, I fought with you."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember at all."

I pouted, I was in a state of complete rage, and I didn't have any memory left.

"Cut, what a useless guy."

The old drunkard's gaze became as cold as looking at maggots.

"You're looking for someone who's alive like me after a complete berserk?" I look back at the cosmic garbage.

"All in all, your strength has indeed improved, yes, I don't deny that."

The old drunkard who was speechless went to the point as if nothing had happened.

"However, it is also true that you have become weaker, although you were weak at that time, you were able to put pressure on me, of course, just a little bit of pressure, and now" tsk tsk. ”

The old drunkard shook his index finger lightly, and the contempt was overflowing.

"What do you mean?"

I don't feel like an old drunkard is fooling himself, my face is straight, in fact, when I turn into a blood bear, I often have a vague feeling. Extremely incongruous feeling, something forgotten. Something is lost, something is being avoided.

I knew, it was an awkward transition from a wild tiger to a zoo tiger, but I couldn't help it, I didn't want to hunt, I didn't want to bite the throat of my prey alive, I didn't want to lick the blood that flowed from my heart through the net that gushed out of the ruptured throat, I didn't want to tear the fur with my mouth, and I didn't want to chew the guts that emitted the heat of the flesh.

"I'm not saying it's bad, it's just that it's a waste, woo wow, what the hell am I talking about, if I let that old fox know, it's going to be over."

As he spoke, the old drunkard suddenly hugged his head and screamed sadly, and suddenly raised his head again. Look at me deadly.

"Well, the words have already been spoken. Listen, boy, this is not from a teacher. From the perspective of an elder, I tell you this. Rather, "

A trace of violent memories flashed in his eyes that could not be concealed. She said, "Rather, the advice of a senior who escaped from the pile of dead people countless times." ”

"When you feel the need, just recall, what is the essence of the blood bear? I think you must know it better than anything in your heart, remember,"

Gently knocked the handle of the gun on my head three times, her debaucherous and silly gaze suddenly became trembling and deep, and the wind blew the short burgundy hair and cape, which merged with the isolated temperament of the world, as if to transport me to a strange world full of blood-red, loneliness and decadence.

"Remember, don't worry about anything in those times, because nothing is more terrible than losing a life."

With a snap, the spear was shattered.

"Although the killer copper is later, but when it really comes to the time when it must be used, it may not be able to come in handy, ahahaha"

With a presumptuous smirk, the old drunkard suddenly picked up the flask on the ground and poured it into his mouth.

"Pain"

Before she finished speaking, her body was like being shocked by a fish in the water, and she twitched violently several times, and flipped over with a thud. White belly.

Looking at the corpse in front of me, I silently wiped away a handful of tears.

What a good teacher, even at the last moments. He also used his life to light up my progress.

My eyes went black, and a space-time vortex appeared out of thin air around me, and I was constantly swept into it.

Where is this again?

When you open your eyes, you can see a basket of greenery. And with that comes the crisp and melodious birdsong and the beautiful floral scent that I can't name.

"Think of me back then

Gallen, the leg-haired immortal, sat on a large wooden pier that had become his throne, sipping noodle soup and spitting at me.

You were at most a ramen seller back then, and your wife ran away with the owner of the yakiniku shop across the street ten years ago.

As soon as I figured out the situation, I complained.

In the memory, the old man is still as coquettish as ever, the way he squatted on the stump with his trouser legs rolled up and drank noodle soup, and the wrinkled earthy yellow face on his face." Ersheng is the classic image of the poor peasants in the sixties and seventies after the liberation. If you want to open the knife and take it to the competition, mark the farmer uncle, four big characters, a few ridges of dry land behind him, an old cow, you will definitely be able to win the special prize, maybe in a few years later it can be posted in the history museum. Become the image representative of the peasants in the liberation era.

As for the leg hair that flutters in the wind like kelp. It is even more doubtful that this old man's vitality is kept. I don't think a third of these leg hairs will be used as fertilizer.

"One more bowl."

I played with the noodle soup, but it immediately turned into saliva and squirted out. The old man handed the bowl to the little ghost.

"How can this be!"

After the set. I took the big bowl and looked at the noodle soup that was still light and didn't even have a few noodles. The old man finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the case.

"How many times have you been sued, it's like fish and water, cow and grass, knight with goat, guy with no leg hair is not human, this bowl of noodle soup is one!!"

No! It definitely doesn't matter, there is absolutely no logic in the last two tropes, right, bastard!!

"This bowl of noodle soup!!"

As if a cry from the soul, Gallon looked at the ghost with a face lighter than the soup in the bowl with tears in his eyes.

"Please add some salt to me!! Sugar is OK too!! If you don't have any, even put a few caterpillars!! It's good to have a little meaty taste, please. Alice-sama, who is noble and beautiful and omnipotent!! ”

He held the noodle soup aloof and knelt down reverently.

Anyway, it's really an old man who is so easy to satisfy that people are pitiful.

"What a demanding guy."

Probably because of the pitiful and miserable appearance of the old man, the little ghost wrinkled his nose. Impatiently, he took the big bowl and floated towards the kitchen.

"If you can, add something you like to eat."

The old man probably thought that the ghost was a saint of the previous generation, so it must be pampered, even the mouthwash before the meal was bird's nest shark fin soup, so he shouted out the declaration of the road to hell behind the little ghost.

Ahem, of course, in a sense, the little ghost is indeed pampered, yes, if you don't look at the value of what she eats every day, it can be worth the consumption of ten princesses of big countries.

However, "

"Okay. Where did you just get to the point? Oh, it's about the dignity of a warrior, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated, a true warrior, who dares to face the bleak life, who dares to face the dripping blood, who dares to challenge the unjust fate, who is not driven by power, who is not confused by money, who is not bowed down by coercion, just like I was back then."

I don't think a guy who can kneel for the taste of a bowl of noodle soup is not worthy to discuss this with me right now.

"Oh, I'm so grateful."

The old man reverently took the bowl from the little ghost, and saw a few more wriggling caterpillars floating on the noodle soup. His eyes suddenly filled with tears of emotion.

"According to your meaning, there are also things that this saint likes to eat."

The little ghost looked at the old man with a little curiosity, his eyes like a mouse in a glass box.

"Thank you so much."

The old man was moved to tears, holding up the noodle soup and cheering. "You're welcome, then."

The grateful old man didn't use chopsticks to say that there were not a few noodles in the first place. Directly raised the big bowl and took a big sip, and then kept smashing his mouth and tasting it, muttering.

"Let me see. The saint usually eats what delicacies from the mountains and seas. ”

Then, there was a click.

Yes, click.

The old man's teeth went to God.

The druid is an expert in life, and the old man suddenly said sternly.

Hey, what kind of god is this, didn't you just say that this old man jumped a tooth?

By the way, I remember, it was not long after the old man jumped his teeth. I still remember very clearly how strict his expression was when he said this, and how bad the air leaked from his mouth.

"We druids are masters of the arcane of life, we are close to nature, listening to the prosperity of flowers and trees; Feel the throbbing of life jumping at your fingertips, the wind blowing, the water flowing, the sun spreading, all things competing, the law of the jungle preys, the existence of every thing has its inevitability, and we are druids. It is the coordinator who has been entrusted with a noble mission by nature. ”

Speaking of this, the old man frowned, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, and snorted a few times.

"That's why we druids respect life and nature, so we keep a low profile, unlike those ghostly necromancers who have learned a little bit and desecrate life. A scholar who was branded the arcane of life by those who didn't know the truth

In my opinion, necromancers and druids are not superior to inferior, they also study the arcane of life, but the direction of our druid's research is the prosperity of life, while the necromancer studies the return of death, one thing is certain. This old man has definitely suffered at the hands of necromancers before, yes.

By the way, because I am a copycat druid, the reverence, closeness and understanding of life and nature in general druids are not deeply felt by me who was forcibly placed in a druid profession. It's like a lot of druids can communicate with animals and plants, and I'm only being struck by the arrogant Aries raised by Verus, and the back-of-the-way kicks.

When I approached them hungry with knives, forks and spices.

Everyone also commented that these white sheep are indeed very arrogant, right, I just want to borrow something from them.

"So, Necromancer One" is dead! Arcane. Women can collect the residual energy of their souls after death and exert their effects, but we druids also have the arcane art of our druids."

Old man Gallen spat out loudly, at the time, I didn't understand these words, thinking that the arcane of death he was talking about, that is, the necromancer summoning skeletons or corpse explosions and other skills, until later, after Hallogas saw the strength of the necromancer Nelasek, I vaguely knew that the meaning of death that the old man Gallen said was not the skills that those necromancers showed out.

Think about it, even if the old man Gallen is put in the hot-blooded boy comics, he is probably an old guy who can die with one of the four heavenly kings under the last cast, how can the ordinary skills of the necromancer enter his eyes?

Even the necromancer's research notes on how to gather life energy from corpses found in the tribal temple are probably not advanced secret skills in the eyes of Old Gallen.

"Hey boy, are you listening to me? It's good, don't blame me for regretting it in the future.

After eating and drinking, Gallon's voice was full of energy, of course, the mouth with a missing tooth was leaking even more, and after a pause, he suddenly added a sentence inexplicably.

"But maybe, after listening to it. You'll regret it in the future, so listen to it or not, I'm talking to myself

You will regret listening to it. If you don't listen, you'll regret it, what do you want me to do, bastard!!

It's just that the seriousness and loneliness expressed by the old man at that time made me hold back my complaints.

This guy taught me something terrible at the time, as he said, I regret listening to it, and I regret it if I don't listen, so I struggled for a long time before gradually burying this memory in the depths.

"Life burns, have you ever heard of this technique?".

At that time, I shook my head, but let my brain be scratched, I didn't expect that it would not be long before I enjoyed the greeting of Brother Carlos's burning life at the finals of the tournament held by the Alliance and the Angel Clan. At that time, it was a lose-lose situation and a tragedy.

"Hmph, haven't you heard of it? I really don't know how Akara taught you, but I haven't heard of it, this kind of evil way, a waste of things. Don't know for the rest of your life. ”

The old man snorted and said, "Hmph, I don't know why I suddenly got angry."

"It's a waste, it's too wasteful, isn't the brain burned out by the person who created such a broken technique? What did he take his life for, rags? I'm so angry, it's like using your precious leg hair to light a fire, it's so stupid, it's too bad. ”

Your analogy is the stupidest of all. And it's disgusting, damn old man!!

It took me a lot of hard time to punch his toothless leaky mouth.

"That's right, the burning of life is a desecration of life, a desecration of nature, a taboo for our druids, and it doesn't matter if you don't know it, it seems that ignorance is not entirely wrong."

Gal nodded, as if to compliment my ignorance.

"However, there are times when you can't force it

As soon as his tone changed, the momentum of the old man suddenly became terrifying, with a little sadness that could not be concealed, and continued. "There are times when you must not do a good job of giving up your life, even if it is a blasphemy, you have to protect something."

"Take it, boy, Lee will resent me in the future."

Speaking of this, he suddenly handed over a scroll, his hand trembling slightly, as if the scroll weighed 10,000 catties, and he seemed to want to retract it at any time.

"What is this?" I immediately took the scroll and asked.

In an instant, the old man seemed to be dozens of years old. Gu Yu glanced at it: "If I say that this is a technique that is ten times more than burning life, do you believe it?" ”

At that time, I was shocked, just reading the life burning technique of life had already made the old man angry, no, it was the leg hair that trembled, and the desecration of life skills in this scroll was ten times and a hundred times stricter than the burning of life? He still has such a thing, and he gave it to me?!

"That's right, if you compare the part of life consumed by burning life to a person, burning life is to kill that person, and what is recorded on this scroll can not only teach you how to kill people, but also let you learn how to cut the body of the person after killing and remove the bones, and make the most use of every inch of flesh, every drop of blood, and every bone."

Old Gallen's tone was extremely gloomy, and with what he said, it made the hot and humid temperature around him as cold as Harlogas.

"In other words, the skills described above, like burning life, also consume life to increase strength, but are they more efficient?

After a moment of silence in this icy atmosphere, I began to feel the weight of the scroll in my hand.

"That's right, that's what it means, you can read the details yourself" No, it's better not to read it for the rest of your life, but there's no point in handing it over to you like this, alas"

The contradiction in Gallen's heart made his words incoherent, and finally he sighed deeply,

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The protagonist's stunt at the bottom of the box, unconsciously written for a long time, there is still a chapter in the middle of the night, everyone is looking forward to the outbreak of Wu Fan.

Than: Double the monthly pass time in the last few days, everyone give a little effort!! Day 08 The old Shanchun book is full of ridicule