The night was cold, cold to the heart, like the words of a lover when they broke up.

Even with the protection of Old Will's magic, Barrett still felt a little cold in his hands and feet. The cold didn't come from the mist that filled the forest, but from the boulder beneath him.

It is a boulder about the same height as Barrett, and it covers a large area, about 30 square meters, like a slightly shorter, solid, stone-textured house.

The boulder looks like a normal rock that can be found everywhere in the forest, except that it is larger. However, the surface temperature of this boulder is too cold, like a piece of solid ice that will not melt, constantly absorbing the temperature of Barrit's body.

The brute tightened the heavy woolen blanket wrapped around his body, and he couldn't help but regret that he had chosen this boulder as the camping site.

The reason for choosing it is that the top of this boulder is extraordinarily flat, as if it has been struck by something, smoothing out all the edges and corners. In this way, the boulder can be used as a temporary campsite for Barrett and others, and it is also an exceptionally safe campsite.

More than two meters tall is not too low, and camping on the top of a boulder at this height at least does not need to worry about any strange creatures suddenly attacking, and can also prevent the unknown 'suicide' attack of some tiny poisonous insects.

And even if something unexpected happens, standing on this high platform and defending down will make the fight much easier. Even if they encounter a larger number of winter wolves, Barrett and the 'nasty novel' group will be able to handle it calmly.

This boulder has many advantages, but only one downside is the surprisingly cold. Even though the campfire was burning violently not far in front of Barritt, the large rock beneath him still didn't have a trace of warmth.

Where did it "eat" all the temperature?, Barrett thought depressedly.

"Looks like you need another bowl of hot soup to fall asleep. The half-elf's voice reached Barrett's ears, "I never knew that making soup with antelope could be so delicious. ”

Barrett opened his eyes, sat up and moved, "Damn, if it weren't for the fact that Master Will had already set up magic around the stone, I would have wanted to find another campsite." He said with some smuggling.

"It's just cooler, don't you see they sleep soundly? The half-elf pointed to the sleeping ogres, gnomes, and mages with their chins, and smiled at Barrett.

The barbarian adventurer didn't know how the ogre fell asleep, and it stands to reason that it was wearing metal armor and should have felt cooler than him. Could it be that the whole body armor embedded with strange symbols could still insulate the temperature? Barrett didn't know why.

His gaze shifted from the ogre to the dwarf's body, the little man wrapped in a black cotton and linen cloak not much bigger than a napkin, and nothing else. The dwarf's body rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and Barrett wasn't sure if the silent assassin was really asleep.

As for Old Will, even if he slept upside down Barrett wouldn't be surprised, mage, this reason is too sufficient.

Thinking of this, Barrett suddenly found that the rest of the team seemed to be more adaptable to the harsh environment than him, a veteran of the Misty Forest, which couldn't help but make him feel a little uncomfortable.

Barrett stood up and looked into the darkness around her. In the distance, a group of glowing, firefly-like creatures flew lightly in the air, like meteors, drawing a graceful trajectory with their own light.

It's just that when this light passed through a dark place, it suddenly extinguished a small piece, and after a moment, the light disappeared a little. The remaining light suddenly scattered like a school of fish under attack, fleeing for their lives, away from the darkness.

The brute didn't care about these things, he rubbed his somewhat stiff shoulders, went to the campfire, and sat down beside the half-elf.

"Your craft is as good as your sword. The half-elf complimented. He reached out and handed over an oak wooden bowl, the antelope soup inside still steaming slightly.

Although dinner had passed, the soup pot was still on the campfire, but because the rack was quite high, the broth in the pot was only slightly gurgling, and there was no danger of burning dry.

"If I'm not an adventurer, I'm going to be a cook. Barrett took the bowl, "My dad always wanted me to be a chef and open a Nord restaurant in a foreign land. But instead of teaching me how to use a shovel, he taught me how to wield a sword. ”

Barrett gently blew on the hot soup along the rim of the bowl and took a small sip. The liquid flows down the esophagus into the stomach with a hot temperature, and then sends the temperature all over the body, making the brute feel much better.

"Maybe in your father's opinion, a good chef also has to be a good hunter, so you don't have to worry about the quality of the ingredients. "After all, there won't always be an antelope waiting for us to pick it up on the side of the road." ”

"Maybe. Barrett gulped down the soup in the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief, "But I still prefer the feeling of a sword in my hand to a shovel." He said, "A quiet life is not for me, not for ......"

The brute pulled out the 'Iron Bride' from his waist, and took out a whetstone from the cowhide bag he carried with him, and carefully polished it by the light of the campfire.

The half-elf shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone, "That life isn't for me. He pointed to the elven twin swords at his waist, "The 'Asaph sisters' will become very noisy if they don't drink blood for a long time. It's like a lover who doesn't get enough care and caresses, always complaining in your ear. ”

Estelle smiled mysteriously, and Barrett couldn't understand that smile.

After saying that, the half-elf scooped half a bowl of soup and a piece of meat from the soup pot with a wooden spoon, and motioned to Barritt, and when he saw the brute waving his hand, he put the soup into his own bowl and sipped it in small sips, as if he were drinking a mellow wine.

Antelope soup Barrett drinks it on her own, but it tastes good, but that's about it. But the half-elf doesn't know why, but it's a special favorite. From dinner to now, Barrett estimated that the half-elf would have to drink at least five or six bowls. And the amount of food he ate at each meal before was simply a few snacks, fruit and a small amount of cheese.

The antelope meat in the soup has been stewed for a long time, and it is so soft that the gentle touch of the tongue and teeth can cause it to break down in the mouth. The soup is also topped with mushrooms, corn, and a dash of celery and raspberries. Of course, basil leaves are categorically indispensable, and this is Barrett's style of making soups.

The antelope was the young antelope that the crowd had encountered while chasing frost worms, and it provided a sumptuous dinner for the crowd. Moglock himself ate most of the antelope, and the ogre liked the roasted antelope meat with honey and cinnamon, or maybe it was so hungry that the ogre could not help but tear off a leg of the antelope and chew it vigorously while the meat was still half-cooked.

The bloody flesh churned between the ogre's teeth, and if it weren't for the ogre's repeated insistence that he wouldn't eat people, and the fact that there was a mage by his side, Barrett would have felt a little uncomfortable sleeping with this big man at night.

After a few more conversations with the half-elf, Barrett decided to continue his sleep. In the second half of the night, he had to get up to keep vigil instead of the half-elves, so he needed to rest as soon as possible.

The half-elf took out a cloak that appeared to be made of bobcat skin and handed it to Barrett, "It doesn't bring you warmth, but at least it will keep you out." ”

Barrett was not polite, he reached out and took the cloak, thanked the half-elf briefly, and returned to his original position and lay down.

The cloak looks heavy, but it's much lighter than you think. The pale gold fur is dotted with black patterns, and it feels velvety to the touch.

Barrett folded the thick woolen blanket she had been wrapped in two layers and placed it under her, and wrapped her bobcat skin cape around her. I don't know if it was the effect of the cloak or the bowl of antelope soup that warmed his whole body, but in short, he really didn't seem to feel so cold.

In a daze, Barrett gradually fell asleep, and seemed to have a strange dream.

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