"Piglet" clung to the loose side of the reed boat, his fingers stuck in the wet stalks of plants, the reed boat was pulled by the multi-legged toad, as if flying on a marsh instead of gliding, the milky white steam mass was left far behind—the calamity created by the mage did not befall every bipedal dwarf dragon, and as far as Piggy could see, about a third of them were still alive, but instead of continuing to chase the boat, they cried out in a panic and burrowed into the moss and reeds. What's wrong with them? The apprentice with the elongated legs thought that it wasn't that he was crazy to continue dealing with this turkey with its claws and fangs, but that he had a hunch that they were giving up the food in their mouths not because of anything else—there must be something that forced them to give up.

It didn't take long for his doubts to be answered most vividly - by this time they were already a thousand feet away, and the dwarf dragons were turning into little black dots that were pulsing and thriving, and suddenly a wide wave of water pushed them high, lifting the reed boat high, and the people on board screamed, "Little pig" Nearly thrown off, he rolled off the side of the ship and instead prostrate himself on the deck, also tied up by reeds, his fingers and feet deeply embedded in it, his face clinging to a blood-soaked silk cloth, a souvenir left by the dwarf dragon that had jumped into the ship.

"The gods are above," said the caravan master, pale, "what is that?"

"Eels. The elf said.

Although the caravan owner's nerves were tense enough, he still glanced at Kerry Ben with a subtle expression after hearing this answer. Of course, he knew what the eel was, this fish was delicate and delicate, with few spines and more flesh, so it has always been one of the common fish on people's tables, of course, the common people can only use small eels the thickness of their fingers to make soup and make eel jelly. Fat eels were given to royalty, nobles, guild chiefs, and other powerful people, and some nations even decreed that eels from the middle finger to the elbow length could only be supplied to the king, earl, and above - although he never traded in eels, he had several friends who were engaged in eel trading, and they complained to the owners of the caravanse - and about the cost, they caught fat eels, but because of this decree, they could not sell them nearby, but had to transport them to distant capitals and castles. In order to prevent these valuable creatures from rotting on the road, they were forced to hire mages who paid a lot of money.

"Will the casters be willing to do this?" asked the caravan master.

"There are always apprentices who don't mind the fishy smell on their gold coins. His friend said, "And I don't need them to fight dragons or demons, they just have to freeze the water." ”

"It seems that those slimy gadgets are really profitable. ”

His friend laughed at the sour hand of the caravan, who knew that the latter could make ten times as much profit on pyroxene as an eel, but who wanted to be complimented, and his friend told him that his greatest bargain was an eel fifteen feet long with a head and tail, catalyzed by a whole barrel of rotten sweet wine. He lost nearly ten slaves to catch the eel, all of whom were good at catching the eel, but he hired a mage to bring the eel to the royal capital, and he was rewarded with a fifty acres of vineyards and two hundred gold coins a year.

"The king gave a great feast for the eel, and he, along with his wife, his children, and all his relatives, shared the meat of the eel, which was roasted and boiled with honey, salt, and spices, and I had the good fortune of getting a piece. His friend smacked his lips. Satisfied, he said, "It's delicious, really." Taster than any eel I've ever eaten. ”

Then the eel they saw now could probably be exchanged for a vineyard the size of the Norman kings of the Highlands, and the caravan owner thought inophruly, that it stood about a hundred feet above the water, but as the elf had said, it was indeed a spotted eel, with a triangular head. Narrow fins, black and yellow speckled skin—the same as an ordinary eel—except that its body, a million times larger, loomed in the steam, its mouth wide open, with its fine-toothed mouth, and a peculiar low, hoarse hissing sound that the elves could see. The dwarf dragon, which was still fleeing in all directions, suddenly curled up, and the humans in the distance also felt dizzy and nauseous.

The elf crushed a few leaves and let the caravan master sniff it, so that he finally felt less uncomfortable.

"It looks ......," said the caravan master with difficulty, "it doesn't seem very pleasant." ”

"That's normal," said the elf, "and no one would be too happy to be poured boiling water while he was sleeping comfortably." ”

"Will it track us?" was the caravan's master's greatest fear.

"Probably not. "It doesn't have a lot of intelligence," he said, "and there may be a dwarf dragon who wants to snitch, but I don't think the eels can understand their language." ”

The caravan owner didn't know whether to take this as a joke or take it seriously, and he decided to trust the Ranger, at least on the surface, and he apologized to Kerryben that he needed to lie down and rest for a while.

The elf smiled as he staggered back to his tent, which had been damaged from the attack before, but not very badly—Kerry had gone on with his work—and his unusual eyes allowed him to see more detail, the giant eel had calmed down after a few breaths of rage, and the steam and the violently burning pyroxene had done nothing to do it harm. If a human is doused with boiling water while sleeping, it will definitely be injured, but it is a giant eel, and like ordinary eels, it has a thick mucus covering its body, which can absorb the damage of swords and arrows, and can also block the invasion of fire and ice, and even the effect of thunder and lightning on it is not so obvious, so it can be said that it is a difficult guy to deal with. There may be some ignorant people who think that half of the elven people are acting too recklessly, but everyone knows that such a risk is allowed and necessary in order to save the lives of most of the people at a time when almost only one of the three mages can be of real use.

The flotilla had caught the attention of the giant eel, but the dwarf dwarf, which had spread around it like a large handful of nuts, seemed to arouse its appetite even more, and it lowered its curvaceous neck, and with swamp water, reeds, and moss, it bit the raw, half-ripe, and ripe dwarf dragon into its mouth, and began to slowly and methodically start its lunch, well. It's also possible that it's any meal, and it doesn't matter.

The multi-legged toad dragged the reed fleet until the sky turned purple and blue, and Kerriben cried out, calming them in a way that was unique to the elves, and letting them dock the reed boats near several connected grassy knolls.

As far as the eye can see, there are more and more grassy knolls like this. And the marsh has become so narrow that you can even see scattered trees, "We're almost at the edge of the swamp." The elf said.

"Is the ship going to be useless?" said the caravan master, surveying around with Kerribben, "It doesn't matter, just leave the center of the snowy marsh, and a letter bird will find us, and my subordinates will prepare the wagon." He turned and smiled at the elf, and could see that he was much better: "I'll have them prepare a few strong warm-blooded horses for you." Brown horses and silver-maned horses. You and your friends will love them, and of course, my previous promise that you can take whatever you want from my shipment. ”

"The horses are good enough. The elf said frankly that he still had Cremar, and Leona's dimensional bag was full of gold and gems, ah, but maybe ask Cremar. Does he have any spellcasting materials missing, after all, they may not pass through the city afterward.

Come to think of it. The Ranger involuntarily searched for the mage's traces, and he found the familiar white robe on the grassy knoll, and Cremar saw him and beckoned to him.

"It smells so good. The caravan master said that he had misunderstood what Kerriben meant: "Oh, sorry. But it's dinner time," he said, because they had to sort out the goods and people before, but now it's nightfall, and it's usual. People have long since fallen asleep, only now they have to satisfy their empty stomachs first.

The shards of pyroxene had been consumed by the mages, and the caravan master took out a box of complete pyroxene, which the mercenaries smashed with hammers, and then used a kind of double pot to cook food, which was extremely common in the bags of mercenaries and travelers, and it looked like a round iron pot with legs and a thin-walled cylinder with a slotter lid, and they threw charcoal into it to burn, and then put water and food in the pot. There's no need to spend time setting up a stove, the water will boil quickly when the lid is closed, and the food will take less time to cook than in a regular iron pot.

"It's really delicious," Kerry said, walking over to him, "what are you cooking?"

"Eel. The soul from another world said that the first image that popped into his memory when he saw the giant eel was eel rice, dark brown, shiny, fatty, with sauce seeping into the crispy skin, coated with honey and sprinkled with a layer of white sesame seeds, covered with fluffy, smooth, slightly transparent warm rice, and served with some refreshing side dishes...... It's a pity that there is no rice here, so it is too lazy to bake it, and it is only used to cook soup, perhaps because the caravan owner has a part of the Ceris blood, and the seasoning he carries actually has ginger juice and scallion oil, Gülen, Birdwin, and a few mercenaries got a few eels (fortunately they didn't provoke anything more), not as good as the giant eel, but also up to the standard of only the royal family, and Cremar picked some wild celery, and after cooking, the soup was clear, the eels were snow-white, the celery was verdant, and the taste was light and delicious, and even Kerry couldn't help but drink several more sips. (To be continued.) )

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