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Lost in an instant.

Scarface Mario stood in place, twitching his ears, trying to pick out the figure's voice and discern his location.

It's a pity that he failed, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

Scarface had no choice but to turn around and walk towards Locke.

"Almost! Let that damn thief escape.."

Before his words could fall, a large wooden stick appeared behind his head, and the wooden stick smashed the back of his head, and he was knocked unconscious.

Sap...

The corners of Locke's eyes twitched, and it was estimated that it would not be light.

Kuleman slowly revealed his figure from behind Scarface.

Kuleman was a ruthless attack...

"I have too many tools to deal with a human warrior, although he seems to be quite intelligent and experienced."

Kuleman said disapprovingly.

"But it's too dark for you..."

Locke said with some nerve-wracking.

He stepped forward and pulled Scarface up, put one of Scarface's arms around his neck, and helped him forward.

"Locke, you can't imagine that when other humans see the kind of scene of our forsaken, if I don't do it, there will be danger."

"And he~" Kuleman pointed to Scarface.

"He's okay on the other hand, and his behavior is just a normal reaction."

Locke was somewhat unimpressed.

Kuleman did not explain anymore, but hid his figure and leaned out in front of him.

Nothing to say for a while.

As the afternoon approached, they returned to Kuleman's camp.

Locke immediately put Scarface by the fire, to be honest, this guy is really heavy in armor.

He rubbed his neck and shoulders as he looked at the slewd face that was still asleep.

This guy actually laughed in his sleep, and the scar on his face softened.

It seems that everyone wears a mask as a disguise, usually one face, and the rest of the face is known only when they are themselves.

And everyone has their own good memories to dilute the damage caused by the pain in reality.

Locke did not wake him, but began to clean up the fire next to him, and began to make a fire to prepare for cooking, which Kuleman had already mastered, and he had already gone to the forest to catch turkeys.

When the fragrant hodgepodge was ready, Scarface by the fire hadn't woken up yet, and it had been a long time since he had slept.

Just as Locke was about to wake him up, he suddenly jumped up with a shout.

"Ah!!! Vincent! Come on!! No!! ”

"Hey! Hi! Hi! Calm, calm, see clearly where this is? Locke hurried to press his shoulder.

Scarface looked at Locke in front of him steadily, and it took a while for his black pupils to slowly focus.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." He lowered his head to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've slept like this."

"Thank you."

When he looked up again, the scarred face that usually had a resolute face and was not good at smiling was back.

But then, he saw Kuleman...

Scarface pulled Locke behind him!

"Be careful! There are undead! Where's my sword??!! ”

He glanced around anxiously.

Kuleman sat on the other side of the fire, staring coldly.

"Take it easy! Mario! He's not malicious, he's a good... Undead. ”

Locke hurriedly pulled him.

"Let go of your dirty hands! You're in the company of the undead scourge! Don't you know what they did?!! ”

Scarface Mario angrily shook Locke's hand, and on his hideous face, the scar became eye-catching!

"They're all a bunch of executioners! They're a bunch of demons! They killed my family! Kill my comrades! Killed Vincent, my brother! He's only 9 years old! What's wrong with him!! ”

"And I exist to kill the undead!"

Scarface throbbed, getting more and more excited.

Locke had to crush him to the ground.

"You let go of me! Let me go! Oh my brother! My family! What's wrong with them!! What's wrong! Why are they subjected to that torture!! Someone dug out his heart alive!! Why!! ”

"Why !!!!!!!!!"

Scarface's voice resounded throughout the camp.

Scarface couldn't break free from Locke's suppression, and he actually cried in a state of agitation.

"Why... Can anyone tell me... Can you tell me, O Light? Why... Woo..."

Locke hung his head gloomily.

There was silence in the camp, except for the crackling of the flames, and the bubbling of the smorgasbord in the vat above, the smell of which no one paid attention.

For a long time, all that was in the camp was the sound of Scarface Mario crying.

To paraphrase a sentence from Huaxia in his previous life, a man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not reached the sad place.

Mario's inner pain has been suppressed for too long, and now it is finally vented.

Venting the pain in his heart, Scarface slowly came back to his senses, and he stopped crying.

"Please let me go, I've come to my senses."

"Really?" Locke asked rhetorically.

Scarface under him affirmed.

Locke slowly let go of him, guarding as he went.

Scarface crawled up, wiping the tears from his face with both hands.

Then he turned his head and stared at Locke in front of him.

"I need an explanation, Mr. Harvey, though you're a paladin!"

Scarface was also a little apprehensive inside, and he hoped that Mr. Harvey could give him a reasonable explanation, otherwise the faith in his heart that belonged to the Light would also collapse.

A paladin is with the undead, an act that threatens to upend his faith.

"Mr. Mario, please sit down first, calm down, don't let emotions control your thinking, wait for you to calm down, I'll explain it to you well."

Locke looked at him earnestly.

Scarface looked at Locke, his eyes so sincere.

Scarface sat down slowly, facing the undead in front of him, and soon wanted to jump again, but was suppressed by him again.

Soon, Scarface calmed down the turmoil in his heart.

He nodded at Locke, then glared at Kuleman across from him.

Kuleman was slow and organized, holding a large jar, and eating his food with peace of mind.

"His name is Kuleman Fatheon, and he used to be a Brill, and he..."

Locke slowly recounted what he knew about Kuleman's history, and Scarface listened intently.

"If it weren't for his help, I wouldn't have been able to get into that town, and I wouldn't have been able to get you out."

"And that's how it happened, he saved you and me."

When Locke finished speaking, Scarface was still silent.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited."

Scarface was silent for a moment, then stood up and bowed to Locke.

Eventually, he figured it out.

Locke suddenly put down a large stone in his heart.

But Scarface didn't speak to Kuleman, let alone apologize.

Yes, long-standing hatred is not something that can be let go of in a few words

And Scarface is a little paranoid that the undead are the best at playing with human hearts and controlling people's thoughts.

Even though this thief used to be a Brill, he is now an undead after all! It's the opposite of humanity! If Harvey wasn't a paladin, he would have rushed to slash and kill him as soon as possible.

Even now he was a little worried about whether this paladin would fall after staying with the undead for a long time.

"Come on! Try my craft, my cooking skills, I'm afraid it's the best out of now. ”

Scarface looked at the undead opposite, gobbling it up, and his throat couldn't help but move.

He took the crockpot that Locke handed him and looked at Locke's smiling face.

And in the crockpot in his hand, a special mellow smell came to his nose, which immediately made him appetite.

Scarface picked up the spoon and brushed aside the flesh and bones that belonged to turkey, revealing the original flavor of chicken soup with a golden color before his eyes.

Gritting his teeth and being ruthless, Scarface put the spoon in his mouth.

There is an indescribable fragrance rippling between the lips and teeth, which can not be dispersed for a long time, after swallowing, the aftertaste is long, and there is a faint smell of a different kind of question, there is the smell of apples, and the smell of certain herbs, mixed with the unique taste of turkey meat, and the whole body is suddenly full of energy!

For too long, a life of displacement has allowed me not to enjoy the taste of food for too long.

Eat! It's the poison in it, and I admit it!

Scarface buries his head!

Then the sound of snoring came out of the crockpot, just like a pig eating, and the crockpot food was gone in an instant!

Scarface lowered his head a little embarrassed, not daring to look at Locke's face, and held the empty jar in his hand.

Locke smiled from ear to ear.

Opposite Kuleman also sneered.

"It's okay and there's a lot more, enough for us to eat."

Scarface got up and walked to the vat by himself, keyed another jar, sat back and snorted and ate.

The system suddenly popped up in his mind, and on the state of Scarface Mario, a status was displayed.

Contented.

Eating good food gives you Mental +1 Stamina +1 Duration 1 hour.

It turns out that food still has this effect, so what kind of effect does the +1 in the back have?

The system doesn't explain it.

Locke was also helpless, after all, the system was still in a broken state. And it's also very different from the game.,Can't take it seriously.,You'll have to rely on yourself in the future.。

In his chest, the pain began to rise again, and Locke got up and threw himself a flash of holy light, and the energy of the holy light soaked into his body from the outside, slowly repairing the wound.

Time to go.

After eating, it was already getting dark, and Locke decided to say goodbye to Kuleman.

"Thank you, Kuleman, I decided! Go to the Crusaders, join them, and avenge the Lordaerons! ”

"Thank you for saving me, friend, and you have these gold coins."

Locke pulled out a large handful of gold coins from his backpack, hundreds of them.

He hadn't looked closely at how much gold he had earned this time, there were a lot of them, but it was not appropriate to take out too much.

These gold coins are smooth and neat, without any ethnic markings on them, which is a standard gold coin

These coins can be circulated among any race in Azeroth.

Locke wanted to tell Kuleman about the treasure, but he didn't say anything about it.

It's not a good thing to tell him, and on the other hand, Locke has selfish intentions.

Kuleman is now an undead, and Locke is human...

"So many gold coins!! That's enough for me to go to Lordaeron and buy a lot of preservatives. ”

Kuleman was not pretentious and put the gold coins directly into his bag.

"Follow this path down the hill and go straight to the bottom of the mountain, don't take the big road, or you'll end up at the Gallon Haunted House, where there are many Gnolls controlled by the Scourge Legion, entrenched there, along with the stronghold of our Forsaken, where my upline Gerod is, he is a pharmacist."

Kuleman pointed to his head.

"He's not normal here, don't meet him."