The cold night wind kept blowing on his body, and the little dwarf Modo was running hard in the forest at this time, and it had to be said that after suppressing the speed for a long time, it was extremely refreshing to be able to run with all his might. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that there are no monsters who have found Modo's traces, in fact, the little dwarf who has run wildly is like a firefly in the darkness to pull the wind and attract attention.

It's just that the speed of this goods is too fast, and after the disturbed demonic beast chased for a while, it didn't roar a few times at the back of the distant figure, and it was over.

As for whether the other party is an aggressor? With the help of these monsters with limited brain capacity, the other party's small bean cube-like body shape, green body, and the smell of the wind for a few miles, this is just a goblin master who has eaten enough in the middle of the night and is fine.

So they just called a few times to vent the anger in their hearts, and then went back to sleep, and this incident ended here.

However, there are also those who chase to the end, Modo in the excitement, the whole night, until the sky is bright and then slowly slowed down, the little dwarf estimated, this night of running nearly a thousand miles, suddenly more and more happy in his heart, this is the previous six or seven days to complete the journey.

What surprised him even more was that with the slow replenishment of physical strength from the leaves of the world on his chest, the little dwarf ran down one night without the slightest tiredness and exhaustion.

"The leaves of this world are really a good thing! Whether or not to return them to Turandot Night Wind when I go back is really a difficult question to decide. "Master Modo, who has always been unable to move his legs when he sees good things, became distressed.

But in the end, he still decided that the conscience of the ignorant would hack the things that tease the elven youth, but take something in exchange, that is another matter......

There were still chasing demonic beasts behind him, Mo Duo looked back, and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart; since he started running wild last night, he has been chasing many enraged demonic beasts behind his buttocks, and the number reached hundreds at the most;

But from beginning to end, there has always been a tall silver wolf that has been closely following the high speed of the little dwarf, this silver wolf is estimated to be the leader of a wolf pack, because at first it led dozens of demon wolves to chase the little dwarf together, but after Mo Duo's wild run all night, those demon wolf subordinates have long disappeared.

Looking at the silver wolf who had been chasing all night and still seemed to be full of physical strength, a thought suddenly rose in Modo's heart, isn't this a mount that was sent to the door in a hurry? Since this is the case, then Master Modo is not welcome.

Thinking of this, Mo Duo completely stopped, turned around and faced the silver wolf behind him, the silver wolf who had been following closely behind was only a long distance away from the little dwarf, so Mo Duo delayed a little, and the silver wolf came to within a hundred meters of Mo Duo.

The prey that had been chasing for a night finally stopped running away, which made the silver wolf very excited, and it instantly increased its speed, and at the same time opened its mouth, and several instantaneous wind blades enveloped the little dwarf's body.

"It turned out to be a head wind animal, no wonder it kept up with Lao Tzu's speed, but it was better this way. "Bow your head and turn sideways, and easily dodge the instantaneous wind blade The little dwarf was not surprised, this silver wolf that had already been booked as a mount by him, the stronger he was, the happier he became.

With this happy mood, the little dwarf jumped high, slashed his leg in a tomahawk style, and slashed heavily at the silver wolf.

Even if he was worried about directly chopping this good mount to death, the little dwarf retracted his strength in time, but even so, the silver wolf who was hit by the bridge of the nose suddenly sank down, and his limbs sank deep into the soft mud.

At the same time, there was a slight clicking sound, which was the sound of a crack in the bridge of the silver wolf's poor nose.

With the strength of the rebound from his feet, Modo made a beautiful turn in the air, adjusted his falling posture, and then sat on the neck of the silver wolf;

Suddenly, the silver wolf, which was still wailing with its mouth wide open, was directly hit into the ground by the savage force, and the mouth full of mud and sand made it unable to make a sound.

For the rest of the day, the dense fists rained down on it like raindrops.

Just when the little dwarf Modo was still struggling to move forward in the primeval forest hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Fila continent, he held back for a day and a night, successfully copied the book of poems, and finally came to the human world through various ways.

Neither the little dwarf himself nor the literary chick Kelly, who admires Modo so much, did not expect that this thin collection of poems would cause a more sensation in the human world than a legendary super forbidden spell......

Baron Tours, as the clerk of the city hall of Veney, although he was only an honorary nobleman who had long lost his fiefdom, but with a good salary and various gray incomes, his life has always been relatively leisurely and rich.

Unlike the rest of the nobles, the Baron indulged in hunting and balls, and the hobbies of the middle-aged Baron de Tours undoubtedly seemed much more elegant and noble.

Because Baron Tours is actually a crazy lover of literature, poetry, prose, and novels in various forms of literary themes make Baron extremely fascinated, and he is also the president of the Vinyl Literature Research Association.

On this day, it was not until late at night that Lord Baron Tours returned to his mansion in a carriage, and since the group of masters of the Wizards' Guild suffered a great defeat in the Orc Empire, Lord Baron felt that his work had increased tenfold at once.

The original abundant funds of the town hall were withdrawn as part of the ransom payment, and the previously generous salary was cut in half, and often in arrears.

In order to increase income, the Wizards' Guild, the actual controller of Winnie City, increased more than twenty kinds of taxes at once, which immediately made the clerk very busy, and it became a common thing to work overtime and stay up late, and all this was brought by the little dwarf named Modo.

The Baron, who had changed into comfortable pajamas after bathing, did not rest immediately, but came to the study with great interest, a book of poems that had been circulated privately in the market, which had been sent to his desk by the butler today, and he could not wait to admire it.

The poetry collection is not very thick, only a thin dozens of pages, but just looking at the inlaid gold leaf cover, it makes people feel very classy.

"Morning Flowers and Sunset" has a very poetic name, but then the author has a few words, which suddenly makes the baron as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly: This little dwarf of the Orc Empire can also write poetry, and he is simply insulting the sacred art of poetry......