All the luggage was tied, Medea said softly: "Let this orc be my coolie", and easily lifted Grouch out of prison, and after using the reason for magic learning, the group of three drove a special large carriage, bid farewell to the Duchess, and set off from the Snow Fortress, all the way to the west. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

didn't bring Freeman, and now he is just a sheep in the mouth of the tiger when he arrives in the orc tribe, and he is just a burden, and he already has the burden of El, so don't add any more burdens to Medea.

Al sat in the canopy sewn with a large amount of winter wolf skin, his eyes narrowing in comfort. Leaning crookedly on the cushions, he enjoyed the decadent and depraved life of the aristocracy.

Not to mention that Medea also lit incense in the car, and the unknown aroma was rich and fiery, unforgettable and long-lasting.

Just like this woman, the encounter is unforgettable.

The beauty is beside her, the red sleeves add fragrance, and the fragrance lingering in the workshop pulls people into the gentle township, and the luck of the world is about the same.

Al was blessed.

Happiness comes from contrast.

For example, the last time Medea came to the snowfield, she sat in a thick canopy, and Al could only hide in the shabby canvas to blow the cold wind, and he felt indignant, which was a person's misfortune.

For example, compared to humans who have arable land, can keep warm, and can wrap their stomachs, orcs who are often starving and freezing are undoubtedly unfortunate, which is the misfortune of a race.

There is no such thing as a perfect person, no such thing as a perfect thing.

Only when there is contrast can there be pain, and only when there is pain can there be injustice. There are as many kinds of misfortunes as there are injustices in the world.

Three thousand troubles continued, and the strife in the world began.

On the contrary, happiness is roughly the same, compared to Grouchy, who is now driving a carriage outside the canopy and blowing the cold wind, Al is undoubtedly happy.

Eat when you are hungry, drink when you are thirsty, clothe when you are naked, and shelter when you are sleepy. Find a soulmate when you are lonely, and meet true love when you are sad.

As long as you live a little better than you, your heart is comfortable, and comfort is a blessing.

Yawning again, Al shook his head half-asleep and groaned, "Satisfaction is a blessing ......", still in the Beijing accent.

Medea is used to pouring cold water on people, and she can't see Al's smug look at this time, so she sneered.

"You are so comfortable, you don't rely on the incense of the old lady, comfortable, right? ”

Al opened half of his eyes, "Teacher, I didn't say you, can you use some fresh and natural fragrance, the so-called back to the basics, this fragrance should be light and elegant, condensed but not dispersed." He yawned as he spoke, "You are fragrant, vulgar, vulgar." ”

Medea has only seen the corruption and depravity of the nobles of this world, and she has never seen the children of the Eight Banners on the earth, the same style as Lord Belle, and she can't help but be angry and funny, and her willow eyebrows are upside down.

"It's vulgar, isn't it? Little Al, you forgot that enjoyment is only temporary, strength is permanent, you haven't exercised for a long time, you better go outside the car to practice running. With that, he kicked Al out of the car.

Al let out a miserable scream, he was so carried away, so he said that the Qing Palace drama was harmful, and he had nothing to imitate Lord Belle when he was idle. No wonder the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television wants to suppress these Qing court dramas, this time I support you.

Grouchy, who was driving in front, pouted when he heard the noise behind him. Compared to the heartlessness of the two humans, Grouchy was preoccupied, "Is it right to bring them to the tribe by yourself?", he has always doubted himself, but as the group got closer and closer to the snowfield, the homesickness became stronger and stronger, and his heart had already flown to the Weeping Mountains and to the orc tribe.

After several days of driving, he finally crossed the western border and entered the snowfield.

As is customary, Medea grabbed a few winter wolves and pulled the cart after entering the snowfield. Horses are completely incapable of surviving in the harsh environment of the snowfield, but due to the previous animal tide, the winter wolf has rarely been found on the snowfield, and only a few have been caught by relying on the guidance of Grouchy.

Since being kicked out of the caravan by Medea, Al has been running after these winter wolves in a very embarrassed way. At the age of fourteen, his body had slowly grown and entered a period of rapid development, and Al's physical fitness had become stronger after rigorous training and hard battles. The tall man jumped up like a budding sapling, and although he was only short compared to Grouchy, he was already standing out among ordinary teenagers.

However, compared to the Winter Wolf, El is still far behind. At first, he was able to keep up with the winter wolf and run quickly, and he had the leisure to joke with Grouchy, but Grouchy ignored him. But after a few hours, he lost his breath, stopped talking, and his pace slowed down, and he gradually couldn't keep up with the winter wolf.

Winter wolves are known for their stamina, and they are the robes champions of the snowy fields. An adult winter wolf can run for a day without resting, or it can spend days fighting to the death against terrifying monsters such as snow leopards and snow bears. It is precisely because of this stamina, the herd of winter wolves, which are not as strong as snow bears and faster than snow leopards, that they are called the most fearsome predators in the snow fields, and they are at the top of the snow food chain.

It would be easier said than done for Al to follow the Winter Wolf all the time without being left behind.

"A two-legged one can't run a four-legged one, as the saying goes. Al, muttering bitterly, his heart was about to explode and beat violently as he was out of breath, his mouth was open and his head was blank, he was desperately inhaling like a live fish jumping out of the water, his chest was rising and falling violently, and the exaggerated frequency was thrilling to watch.

Sweating profusely, steaming out like a kettle, the sound of inhalation in his throat was like water boiling. As for the two feet, they were no longer part of Al's body, and they were as unconscious as if they were half-paralyzed, and now they were completely instinctive in their mechanical movements.

Al had adjusted his breathing method a few times, but with little success. Breathing is just a way to inhale more oxygen and squeeze out more physical strength and potential. It's like a dried orange, just pinch it hard, and squeeze out a few drops of water?

Despite all the hard work and so uncomfortable, Al tried his best not to give up. As Medea said, she was still too relaxed after the Snow Fortress Guard, thinking that she had a lupine scarf and a trick, and forced back the orc army while talking and laughing. In fact, without the defenders of the Snow Fortress, without Medea herself, what would she be worth, the orcs would not look at themselves, and there would be an extra piece of dead meat on the city wall.

His enemies are not orcs, but the terrible scourge of the dark arts. There is still a long march of thousands of miles before the final victory, and now I am complacent and satisfied after only taking half a step.

"Triumphant, frustrated, don't be careless, good times, bad times, never end. Al silently admonished himself.

(The last sentence of this chapter was seen on the Internet, and I thought it was very good, so I quoted it, I really don't know who the author is, so I hereby explain)