It was a beautiful frost bug.

Barrett frowned, not knowing what was going on in his brain, why he actually came up with such an anachronistic word in front of a large white insect more than ten meters long.

However, perhaps in its own race, it can really be called a "beauty", no, a "beauty insect".

At this moment, this "beautiful" frost insect is half-curling up, burying its head with a pair of pincer-like palates into a white carcass of an unknown animal that has been split in half, and feasts on it.

And Barrett and the group of nasty novels were hiding behind a thick fir tree at this time, secretly observing. It's like a group of adolescent boys, peeking at the riverside as the village women take a bath—excited and whispering from time to time.

"It's eating?" the handsome face of the half-elf appeared on Barrett's right, and asked quietly in a low voice, "What is it eating?"

"It looks like it's a snow bear. Barrett replied in the same tone, "But the adventurers of Bay of Pigs prefer to call it Frost Bear, because it doesn't snow here." ”

"Frost Worm and Frost Bear, it looks like the Bug has won. The half-elf said in a relaxed tone, "It's only fair that the winner gets the food, and the loser becomes the food." ”

Is it fair? Barrett was noncommittal. No one wants to be a loser, but where there is a win, there must be a defeat. Forgiveness can sometimes be better than killing, because no one will always win, and neither can a mage.

However, these thoughts have nothing to do with the situation in front of them. Winter is over, summer stings are coming, and it couldn't be easier for these creatures that survive in the misty forests to eat or be eaten.

Just as Barrett was once again in a state of thought, a shadow hung over him. The barbarian adventurer looked up and saw that the ogre Moglock had also followed his example and the half-elves, poking his head out of the trunk of the fir tree.

"Is it delicious?" the ogre asked in what he thought was a low voice, swallowing subconsciously.

Barrett glanced at the frost worm in the distance, and saw that the latter was not unusual, and that its head was still gnawing on the snow bear's carcass. The creature didn't seem to have very good hearing, or maybe the food in front of it made it too focused, either way, at least the ogre's "whispering" didn't bother him. Barrett sighed inwardly, speechless at the persistence of the big guy above his head.

"If you're referring to frost bears, I'm sorry, I haven't eaten them and can't give you an answer, and if you're talking about frost bears, I have to say, the taste isn't bad, especially at this time of year, the frost bears have enough fat and energy stored all over their bodies to make them the best choice for roast meat!" the brute glanced over his head again, "If we're fast enough, we might snatch a little bit out of this bug's mouth." If you don't mind eating leftovers from 'someone else'. ”

Damn, what am I talking about, Barrett regretted it a little as soon as he finished speaking, this was obviously not the time to talk about it.

"Moglock doesn't mind!In the Mage Tower, Dusagia will give Moglock everything he can't eat!" said the ogre, "Hey, I said, let's get on!"

It doesn't feel like a human name, but Barrett doesn't care what it is, or why it has such a small appetite. But he still has a lot of questions to ask for the phrase 'Let's get on!'.

"Don't rush, it won't eat that fast. Barrett motioned for the ogre to be quiet. He retracted his head behind the trunk and turned to look at Master Will, who was leaning against the fir tree, his head bowed and his brow furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What do you think about that?" Barrett asked Old Will, who he noticed that the latter seemed a little absent-minded, but Barrett didn't care. Mage, who knows what they're thinking.

Will Mage looked up at Barrett. The barbarian noticed that the old mage's brow slowly relaxed, and his trademark kind smile appeared on his face.

"No, I don't have any ideas. The mage smiled and said, "After all, none of us have ever been to the permafrost tundra, and this is the first time we have come to this forest, and you are the only one who has actually come into contact with this creature. So, it's up to you to command this battle. ”

"As you wish. Barrett nodded, and did not shirk, this was not the time for modesty. "But our mission goal is to capture them alive, not to kill them, so I'm wondering what kind of frost worm will allow you to capture them alive?"

Capturing a large creature alive is not only dangerous, but it also requires patience and skill, just like fishing. Barrett has also taken on some tasks before that require capturing certain creatures alive, and these mission objectives can be large and small, such as goblins, which are small and cannot be smaller.

A few years ago, in Garano, the largest commercial city in the western part of the Griffin Kingdom, not far from the Bay of Pigs, there was a trend of captive goblins and goblin fighting among the nobles there.

Goblins are timid and cowardly, and an adult farmer with a dung fork can easily deal with two or three. But these little green guys, who have the same skin color as the orcs, but have a very different temperament, have a particularly brave and fierce fierceness when dealing with their kind.

At that time, a relatively healthy adult goblin could easily sell several silver griffins, and some of the most robust ones could even be exchanged for a "king"!

At that time, almost all the adventurers in Garano and the surrounding area were involved, and Barrett remembered that he had captured nearly fifty dirty green-skinned little creatures, and the security of Garano and several surrounding villages and towns was much better as a result.

He remembered that one adventurer had even caught a goblin that could use a freezing ray, a goblin that seemed to be mutated, could use a little magic-like ability, and in Barrett's opinion, it would be possible to cut it to the ground in a heartbeat, and someone would pay a hundred gold coins to buy it, God knows what the nobles who had enough to eat and had nothing to do thought!

If someone is willing to give him a hundred gold coins, Barrett doesn't mind going into a fight with those goblins in captivity by the nobility, which is no different from picking up money for nothing. As for being watched, he didn't care too much.

Catching goblins is easy, all you need is a lock or a simple trap to do, but it is obviously not possible to catch a big guy in front of you.

The big creature Barrett was also captured alive. Misty Castle had been tasked with capturing alive the Three-Armed Troll, a creature more dangerous than the Frost Worm, ugly, disgusting, with a vomit-inducing smell and a third arm on its chest, hence its name.

Adult three-armed trolls can reach up to six meters tall and use boulders and thick tree trunks as weapons, and it is not easy for anyone who is hit by such weapons to survive. What's more, this creature still lives in groups, often hunting in pairs of two or three, which makes the task several times more difficult.

At that time, the Golden Alfalfa Knights of Misty Castle gathered seven more experienced adventurer teams in Bay of Pigs, and they also sent a knight detachment of 100 people, and even a mage with three magical seven-pointed stars embroidered on his left cuff to accompany him, so that through wheel warfare, paralyzing toxins, and the help of magic, the three three-armed trolls they encountered were all consumed to the ground.

It was a very successful hunt, and because of the adequate preparation in advance, the losses were minimal, with only three people killed and seven seriously wounded.

And this time, although they are not superior in terms of numbers, there is also the existence of Old Will, a wandering mage who cannot see the rank, in the team. Moreover, frostworms do not live in groups, but only hunt alone, which reduces the difficulty of the task by several levels, so Barrett is confident in the mission.

But he still needs to ask a lot of details clearly in case something unexpected happens.

"Do you need frostworms to be motionless, or unconscious, are there any other requirements?" Barrett asked more specifically.

He looked at Master Will, waiting for the latter's answer.

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