Barrett hesitated for a long time, but finally chose 'heavy artillery throwing'. Because this skill improves him much more significantly than the first skill 'Master Leather Armor Mastery', and it doesn't have as obvious side effects as the third skill 'Rage Rage'.

What's more, it's also very versatile, and can be used in both human and death knight states. This is also something that the first and third skills cannot match.

In Barrett's opinion, adventurers are not berserkers, and "sanity" is still very important when fighting, otherwise it will be no different from the four-armed demon ape.

The next two days were spent resting and loitering, and his mind and body were greatly relaxed. Of course, during this period, the 'Beauty Experience', a 'clothing store' that sells exquisite clothes, also played a big role.

Every time he came out of this shop, his body and mind were greatly happy and released, but his waist was a little sore for some reason, maybe because of the lack of exercise. Well, that's the reason.

On July 12, 688 in the year 688, the sixth day of Barret's return from Hell, he left the city-state of Muya in a carriage and went alone in a wilderness far away outside the city.

He stood on a lush nightshade bush and looked around briefly. The white star-shaped flowers of the nightshade grass adorn the land, and when autumn comes, these flowers give birth to small black berries. The taste of this berry is juicy and slightly sweet, it is not toxic and completely edible.

However, at the moment, Barrett may not be able to wait for the moment when the result will come.

Our brute adventurer put the index finger and thumb of his left hand into his mouth and whistled vigorously. The whistle spread far in all directions, and gradually disappeared with a slight echo.

When the whistle died down, Barrett didn't blow a second blow, but stood there and waited patiently.

A second, two, three seconds, nothing happened around except for the cheerful chirping of some crickets and weavers in the grass. After a dozen more heartbeats, the raven on its shoulder crows made a somewhat impatient noise, "Corn, corn!" it cried out, breaking the serenity of the wilderness.

Barrett was about to signal the noisy metal bird to shut up, but suddenly felt that something unusual seemed to have happened in the space behind him. He jerked around and saw a tall nightmare beast parked less than ten meters away from him.

The nightmare beast was surrounded by thick black smoke and flames, and the nearby nightshade grass was withering from the flames. Its front hooves struck the ground evenly, snorting sparks from time to time.

The Nightmare Beast stared at Barrett with two coal-like eyes, which were filled with flames, but their eyes showed no warmth. There is no surprise of reunion, only a piece of coldness like a stranger.

"Come here, carrot!" Barrett commanded softly.

The word "carrot" made the Nightmare's eyes change slightly. Its head hung down, and it subconsciously moved a few steps forward. But just as he was about to get close to Barrett, the nightmare beast suddenly let out of the way with a long roar.

It circled around Barrett and lit the surrounding nightshade grass with the flames on its four hooves. Little by little, the flames grew larger and spread and pressed in the direction of the central area, Barrett.

Our brute adventurer stood still and didn't move for half a minute, letting the flames keep coming closer to him. "Carrot!" he whispered again, and the constructed raven on his shoulder flew into the sky, "Carrot, carrot!" The raven repeated in the air.

The Nightmare Beast gradually stopped circling in circles with the cries of the Construct Raven. It stood opposite Barrett, its cold eyes revealing some other inexplicable look.

The two sides looked at each other motionlessly like statues, only the flames around them continued to approach. And just as the flames were about to burn Barrett, the nightmare beast on the other side suddenly moved. It stood tall and stood, then galloped on all fours, slamming into the brute as if it were about to trample the body of the man in front of it under the hooves of the flames.

The scene seems to be intertwined, so our barbarian adventurers still haven't moved. He just stood there with a calm face, staring at the approaching pair of molten eyes.

Just as the Nightmare's head was about to hit him, Barrett walked sideways and brushed shoulders with the Nightmare Beast on the other side. And in the moment they missed each other, they grabbed the mane on each other's necks, and one rolled over and jumped directly onto the back of the Nightmare Beast.

Barrett stroked the flaming wisps of horsehair with her palms and slightly clamped the ribs of the beast under her crotch with her feet. He didn't push too hard, just made sure he wouldn't slip off his back.

The Nightmare Beast continued to run forward at an unabated speed, and the temperature of the burning horsehair did not decrease in the slightest. The flames continued to scorch the brute's hands, but he didn't let go, nor did he hold on to it, just kept his original movements.

The long chain of fire-stained hoof prints continued to run off into the distance, and Barrett didn't show the nightmare beast where it should go, but let it run as wild.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how far it had traveled, but the rebellious nightmare beast finally stopped, and the heat of the burning horsehair was no longer hot. Only then did Barrett get off the nightmare's back, gently stroke the other's head with his hand, and take out several carrots from the spatial ring, and feed them to the other's mouth one by one.

"Your temper is getting bigger and bigger, you kid. Barrett laughed and said, "If it had taken a little longer, you might not have answered my call at all." ”

The Nightmare Beast shook its head and snorted, then gently licked the flame-infused blisters on Barrett's hand. In fact, this guy is still measured, otherwise the barbarian's hands would not be as simple as blisters.

There is no way, the Nightmare Beast is an otherworldly creature that is quite wild, and Barrett has not been in contact with 'Carrot' for nearly half a year, and he is worried that if he forcibly uses brute force to conquer it, it will have the opposite effect.

Of course, if the method of probation really does not work, then it is not too late to use the means of forcible conquest.

After calming the nightmare beast in front of him, Barrett took out his saddle and put it on the other's back. 'Carrot' writhed back and forth unaccustomedly, but didn't make any unnecessary movements.

Barrett sat back on Carrot's back and looked around habitually. It was a strange area, but the brute wasn't worried about getting lost.

He beckoned to the constructed raven in the sky and waved the reins in his hand, "Let's go, let's go to our next destination." ”

......

'Antoine's Cellar', this is Barrette's third visit to the town famous for its wine.

As he approached the gates of the town, Barrett dismounted from Carrot's back. He fed his very distinctive mount a few more carrots and let it return to the shadow plane, and walked to the guard of the gate.

"Task, or business. A guard with a sword should come over and ask Barrett.

"Visit a ...... Friend. The brute replied. He thinks that he and Phil Sr. must be friends, after all, they have already met more than once (twice, actually).

"Old Phil?" asked the sword-wielding guard again, clearly remembering the brute.

Before Barrett could reply, another spear-wielding guard came over with his arms crossed, "Hey, hey, I remember you, the adventurer who rode the Nightmare Beast. He looked the brute up and down, "You should be the second, no, the third time to come to our town." ”

I also remember you, the guard who wanted to find an elf to be his wife, "Yes, I like you here. Barrett smiled politely.

"Why don't you wear leather armor? Why, don't you do the adventurer business?" asked the spear guard again, "Aren't you making money in this business, and to be honest, I actually want to be an adventurer." ”

And then make money to marry an elf wife?" Barrett replied, "It's just that my leather armor broke during the battle, and I haven't made a new one yet." ”

"Fight against whom? Is it a monster, what monster? I'm sure it's definitely not a hydra, otherwise you wouldn't be alive right now. The spear-wielding guard continued to ask curiously, "Tell me, my favorite thing is to hear the bard tell adventure stories." ”

Then you must have a common language with the little ghost, but she can't get out for the time being, so she has to do it at night.

"It's not a hydra lizard, indeed. "I fought that thing, and I'm still alive," but a white dragon. Barrett told me the truth, "The white dragon's breath has frozen my leather armor to pieces. ”

"White Dragon?" the spear-wielding guard pursed his lips disdainfully, "I dare to bet on the thirty gold coins I married my wife, you are absolutely, absolutely!"

Hehe, then the rest of your life is destined to be alone, "Believe it or not." Barrett replied lightly.

"I don't believe it at all, you adventurers just like to talk big. "The spear-wielding guard leaned his spear on his arm," I once met an old man with gray hair, who also claimed to be an adventurer, and who said that he had been swallowed by the beasts of the deep sea. Compared to him, your is far behind. After the spear-wielding guard finished speaking, he raised his hand and returned to his post.

Only then did Barrett have a chance to answer the question of the other sword-wielding guard, who had never spoken, "Yes, old Phil. I have some questions I want to ask him. ”

"Ask a madman?" the sword-wielding guard frowned suspiciously, "would a normal person ask a madman a question?"

"The words of a madman sometimes make more sense. ”

"Well, that's your freedom, as long as you don't get into trouble. The guard didn't say anything more, and leaned sideways to let Barrett through the gate.

Walking along the familiar path of the town, Barrett once again stood in front of Old Phil's 'Castle of Thorns'. The strange building was still the same, enclosed by iron sheets, wooden planks, and spikes. However, the thorn bushes around the building bloomed with pink, red, or white thorn flowers, bringing a different kind of summer warmth to this cold castle that was thousands of miles away.

Barrett navigated the thorn bush and came to the back door of the building. During this period, he also picked a bright thorn flower, put it under his nose and smelled it. The flowers are fragrant and pleasant, and it makes people feel uplifted.

He reached out and knocked on the back door three times, and began to count the numbers silently in his mind.

One, two, three...... Just as he counted to seven, a familiar voice sounded in the building, "Who are you?" the voice asked clearly inside the door.

Who am I?, the philosophical question Barrett pondered for only a few seconds before giving the answer, "The cat that has returned from hell." ”

Whether this answer is good or bad, at least it fits the hearts of the people in the room. Immediately afterward, Barrett heard the sound of more than a dozen locks and latches being unscrewed.

After the sound died down, the door in front of him was opened through a narrow slit. Barrett waited for a while, and found that a pair of blood-red eyes did not flash from the gap as before, so he opened the crack of the door a little wider and put it sideways.

As soon as Barrett entered the house, he saw old Phil holding the black cat 'Hourglass' and looking at him with a serious face not far away.

"Hey, that, long time no see, I'm here again. Barrett smiled awkwardly.

"You didn't come back alone, a marked cat. You've got something else on you. Old Phil said to him slowly.

Immediately after, the black cat in the old man's arms suddenly jumped to the ground and pounced on Barritt at high speed.

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