During Barrett's adventures, he had seen many kinds of monsters and monsters, large and small, but many of them had become the ghosts of his sword, and he had exchanged them for mesmerizing piles of yellow-orange-orange gold coins.

Because of this, Barrett felt that he should not be surprised by any kind of monster except for those real dragons who had not yet seen it, but the behemoth in front of him, even if he looked at it from a distance, still made him feel inexplicable.

The frostworm they had caught before was like the difference between a dwarf and an ogre compared to the guy in front of them. Well, it's not that exaggerated, but it's not too much.

Even with such a large body, the frost worm did not make a sound when crawling on this thick sky-blue moss, and it could even be called silent. It is only when it nibbles on the moss that it makes some subtle chewing sounds.

"It's an eye-opener that such a creature like a frostworm can grow so big!" sighed Old Will, "If Mage Eleanor saw us send such a big creature over, he might be happy and pay us twice as much." ”

Eleanor, that was a woman's name, and Barrit's mind flashed the arcane sigil of the four-winged moth, and she was probably the employer of the mission, and the employer of the 'nasty novel' group.

But she's not my employer, 'nasty fiction' is, Barrett glanced at Old Will.

"It doesn't seem to have that pair of huge pincers in its mouth. "Or maybe the pair of pincers is so small compared to its body that I've ignored it?"

"It really didn't last long. Barrett squinted his eyes in confirmation, "Not only does this frostworm not have the pair of jaws, it doesn't even seem to have a sarcoma that can make a tremble. ”

Barrett glanced up at the gnome on the ogre's shoulder, who nodded in affirmation of his words.

"Really? I think that's good news. Old Will was a little happy, "Otherwise, such a big guy would not be easy to catch." ”

"If Master Eleanor doesn't mind, that's good news. "It's supposed to be a 'special' frost bug," said Estelle, "and the half-elf didn't say the word 'deformed.'" "Mage Eleanor may pay us more for this, and maybe let us come back and find another 'normal' one, after all, we don't know what Mage Eleanor wants these frostworms for. ”

"Maybe you might be able to eat it. The ogre muttered quietly.

"Perhaps, but that's not something we have to worry about. Old Will looked at the giant frost worm, "All we have to do is catch it and send it over, as for the charm that doesn't meet the requirements, um......" he muttered, "It shouldn't be a big problem." Isn't a frost worm with giant jaws and sarcoma a frost worm? It's not like we're cheating, and it's obviously not written on the mission. The mage raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly.

This is indeed beyond reproach, Barrett has looked at the task parchment, and it is very simple, and it can be summed up in two points: first, the species to be caught: frost insects, and second, the state of frost insects: live. That's all.

Adventurers complete their tasks according to the requirements of the mission, and it doesn't really matter whether what they are looking for in the task, or whether the result is what the employer really wants, at least not the final settlement payment.

This is because the employer must pay the quest's reward to the adventurer's guild in advance before the quest can be posted, and as long as the guild judges that the quest has been completed, the adventurer's corresponding remuneration will be paid. The guild's judgment is also based on the description of the task, not on the employer's true intentions.

It is the employer's own business to express one's demands correctly. Because no one but your lover will want to know your heart.

"It doesn't seem to want to attack us. "There was no hostility in its eyes. ”

Barrett looked at the frostworm and saw that the big creature was watching them with the round eyes on its head. The gnomes were right, the frost worm really had no intention of attacking them.

Although "hostility" is inexplicable, the clever adventurer can often distinguish it more or less through his own observation. This perception is especially obvious in the face of beasts and monsters who do not know how to hide their true thoughts.

"It's a strange thing. Old Will expressed a moderate curiosity, "A wild frost insect that is not hostile to humans is indeed worth pondering! If it had been more than a hundred years ago, when I was still enterprising, maybe I would have left it behind and devoted a lot of energy and time to researching it." But for now, I just want to send it away, get the task done, and that's it. "It's not hostile to us, but when we get it, maybe it won't think so." There was a hint of regret in the mage's tone.

"Maybe we don't need to rush to attack. The half-elf groaned, "When I used to live in the elven sanctuary 'Lothlin', I learned a little bit of the art of pacifying the beasts from the great druid there, so I think I should be able to try it. ”

Estelle's words surprised Barrit, who had thought that the half-elf was the kind of adventurer with a slight desire to kill, because every time the half-elf stabbed his elven twin swords into the body of his prey, there was some strange excitement on his face.

Such people are not small among adventurers, and Barrett knows that many people get a special, indescribable satisfaction when they kill lives. A small number of them will be addicted to it, twisted inside, and bloodthirsty. And most people will just satisfy their perverted little desires within the scope of law and morality.

Barrett had thought that Estelle was the latter person, but now it seemed that the half-elf had once again surprised him.

As for Barrett himself, the killing does not bring him pleasure and satisfaction, nor does it make him fear and guilt. When he killed, it was like a chef dismembering a live fish with a kitchen knife in his hand, and all he thought about was how to make a good dish with the fish, but more than a kind of indifference and numbness.

The half-elf's idea was undoubtedly risky, but Old Will agreed to his attempt.

The graceful half-elf Estelle walked slowly towards the giant frost worm, her steps light and firm, without the slightest superfluous movement. The frostworm looked at him fixedly, his round black eyes looking confused.

This is a well-behaved fellow, Barrett thought to himself, like the well-fed ogre Moglock, and like the earth dog that his father had raised in his old home.

It was a quiet dog, and he usually had no hobbies other than lying on the bluestone at the door to bask in the sun. Whenever a stranger wants to approach it, it raises its head and opens its eyes wide. And when a stranger approaches it at a certain distance, the earth dog will silently take a few steps back, and then turn back and continue to look at you, like this frost worm in front of you......

When the distance between the half-elf and the frost worm was less than five meters, the frostworm began to retreat, its massive body gliding lightly on the moss, not at all clumsy or laborious.

Barrett heard the half-elves in the distance seem to be whispering something, the voice soft, with a little bit of the stillness of an autumn afternoon, which makes people's hearts calm and lazy. The frostworm stopped retreating, and the half-elf plucked a clump of moss from a passing fir tree, straightened his arm, and slowly passed it over.

The frostworm opened its mouth wide and let the half-elf throw the moss into its mouth. The half-elf slowly bent down, plucked another tuft from under his feet, and threw it at the frost worm;

This action couldn't help but make Barrett sweat for Estelle, the height of the half-elf was one meter eight or nine, and the frost worm's mouth was even close to three meters after the mouth was wide open, and it could easily swallow the half-elf into it, plus the distance between the two sides was so close, as long as the frost worm moved forward slightly, it would be difficult for the half-elf to dodge.

But the big worm just opened its mouth wide and didn't move, allowing the half-elf to pull the moss and throw it into its mouth.

After feeding the half-elf five or six times, when he straightened up again, he was holding not a tuft of moss, but a bottle of dark green liquid. Estelle gently opened the cap of the bottle with his right hand, and then Shi Shiran poured all the liquid in the bottle into the mouth of the frost worm, then took out another bottle, poured it again, and then another bottle......