It was a cold voice that could freeze people's hearts, at least to the ears of Kabore, and the demonic thoughts of the other party made him uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart, compared to the young hunter who felt that the strong smell of blood was not too much to accept.

After all, Kabore still felt a little guilty about being uninvited, and he didn't arrogantly think that this borderland was his backyard. Since the other party has issued a compassionate warning, he should always inform the other party of his intentions, and in Kabore's opinion, his needs do not seem to be exaggerated, "That, sister?"

At that moment, the boy habitually stretched out his hand to scratch his head, but as soon as he let go of a hand, he found that the friction of Dongzhu was not so reliable. The downward trend made him hurry to retract and hold on firmly. Kabore looked at the blood-colored "swamp" that was still rolling under his feet, and repeatedly warned himself to be careful, careful, and careful.

"Who is your sister?" The other party's reaction was much greater than the previous coldness, although the danger period had not passed, but this voice with a thick anger sounded to the young man, but it was a little more pleasant than the previous coldness.

The young man hurriedly snorted, he said: "Honorific, sister is just an honorific, after all, I don't even know your name, so I don't know how to call you?"

"Without further ado, get out of here, human. This made Kabore a little distressed, although the other party made it impossible for him to come "hard" in terms of momentum, but it seems that even if it is "soft", she looks like she is rejecting people thousands of miles away.

But just like this, empty-handed, Kabore is not reconciled, at present, the other party has not really made a move on himself, so there should be room for things to turn around. In short, how can you know the result without some trying?

After making up his mind, the young hunter no longer panicked, he tapped on the trunk of the winter bamboo to think about what he should do, and the next moment he spoke in the direction of the source of the other person's voice.

"You see, I really don't mean anything. Kabore clamped Fuyuzhu between his legs and slowly raised his hands as he slowly opened his fingers to show his sincerity, as if to show that he was not any threat.

The other party didn't say anything, perhaps observing his own behavior, and this result gave the boy a hint of encouragement.

Kabore continued: "I think you've been here for a long time, always by yourself and no one to talk to. ”

He put his hand to his nose and said, "My situation is actually not much better than yours, I am an orphan, and I am the only child in the village, so every year when the holy day comes, I will go to the bamboo forest outside to get some winter bamboo." ”

There was still no movement in the depths of the jungle, but Kabore noticed that the red liquid beneath his feet had become much quieter.

The young man said to himself, in fact, he also forgot his original intention in his heart, because at this time, he just wanted to release some of the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Picking winter bamboo is a well-intentioned 'custom,' I understand," Kabore said. I want my children to grow better in the coming year, so even if I'm lazy, I come here every year to do this seemingly indifferent behavior. ”

"You don't know, I'm the only kid in the village. Over the years, I have come to this mountain by myself. ”

"Actually, I don't know why, I'm the only one in the village, and I'm adopted. Of course, Sister Anosi and Uncle Barkin, as well as the elders in the village, loved me as if I were my own. ”

"So, no matter how reluctant I am, at this time of year, I still come here and pick the oldest winter bamboos and bring them back, so that every year there will be new changes in the village, and the eldest sister and uncle will also live better. ”

"Since you've been paying attention to this secluded forest, then you must have seen everything I did, right?"

Driven by the breeze, Zhumu nodded, which was regarded as an answer to the young man's question.

"Can you let me go first, it's not natural to keep chatting, and it's not fun. Kabore hugged Fuyuzhu again, and he shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

The blood-red swamp faded, releasing the thick soil. Kabore slowly tested the touch on the ground with his toes, and although it was still a little socky, it was at least reassuring.

The boy played with the fallen leaves on the ground, gathered them into the shape of a small knoll, and then piled them up under the winter bamboo that had been wrapped around him, compacted them, and then the young hunter leaned down and sat down.

He picked up a branch that had not been dissolved and scratched lightly on the red soil in front of him as he squatted.

Kabore continued: "Most of the elders in the village are old, but they all seem to have one thing in common, which is to brag. ”

"On the other side of the village lived an old man named Andrew, who was crazy all the time, and whenever he met me, he boasted to himself, saying that he was the greatest necromancer in the world, and that the great Arcturus Monsk was his friend?"

"What a ridiculous thing, although I don't read much, I still know that Arcturus Mengsk is the emperor of the Mithra Holy Demon Empire!"

But what he recounts is as absurd as his insane personality, and the man who may happen to be the emperor's namesake betrays him, cutting him off his legendary magical abilities for so long. ”

Cabore clutched his stomach hard, he flapped his ankles exaggeratedly, and gasped for breath, the yellow-green leaves in front of him splashed everywhere under his massive movements, as if in agreement with his claim.

"He always likes to pull me along and teach me the principles and methods of magic, but what is the result? After all these years, it stands to reason that I should have learned it, but nothing happened!"

"Just like him! For all these years, he had not even seen a kerosene lamp light it with a small ball of fire, nor had he raised any of the dead, and had the seemingly indefatigable skeleton bake the wretched little mud and wheat planted in the ground into flour and bake it into bread. ”

"Of course, he cares about me, I understand. "In the end, the great necromancer cursed his fate on one side and bent over the other, cutting ears of wheat with his somewhat dull scythe." ”

"Andrew?" the voice in the depths of the forest seemed to repeat the name, much to Cabore's surprise.

The boy looked up expectantly and asked, "Do you know him?"

But the other party's answer ruthlessly extinguished the fire in the boy's heart, "No, I don't know." ”

Kabore hung his head self-deprecatingly, his voice weak, and he said, "Also, this is just a crazy old man, how do you know?"

"Still, Uncle Barkin is a little capable. Talking about the blacksmith elder who has not seen the head and tail of the dragon, the entanglement on the young man's face seems to be slightly relaxed, but with Andrew's comparison, this uncle who is full of cooking skills has also become one of the objects who loves to talk.

"I always take care of the mud in the village alone, but every time I count it, I always find that my share is less. The expression on Kabore's face became a little mysterious, and his eyes were solemn as he looked at the mire worker ants who were carrying supplies in a group, these little creatures would always inadvertently find unique treasures and take them away.

"I've mentioned this to the village elders before, but they don't seem to care too much. The boy paused, and continued, "It can't go on like this, for I harvest a large part of the mud. ”

Cabore thought for Uncle Andrew, who had the same task, and soon removed the lazy guy from the list of workers, and he continued, "Once, after I had finished counting, I locked the doors and windows and went out, and instead of going home, I found a hidden corner and hid in a tree. ”

"I've been waiting, waiting, the night has been coming for a long time. At that time, I was about to give up, but as a result, a dark shadow scurried in, don't ask me how I found it. ”

The boy looked a little proud, and the curl of the corners of his mouth said it all well.

"I collected some powder from the glowworm and covered it with dust on all the doors and windows of the warehouse that could be entered, as well as the ventilation ducts. The shadow didn't even notice my movements, and when he rummaged into the warehouse, the blue shadow that came out of his body betrayed his whereabouts. ”

However, Kabore, who was in the middle of his memory, frowned, and continued with a look of dissatisfaction in his tone: "That guy is very vigilant, I don't know what method he used, and he quickly hid his figure again. When I hurried over, I only had time to grab a rag from him. ”

"The most infuriating thing is that I was locked in the warehouse all night that night!" After all, it was a young man's heart, and Kabore soon became happy again, he said, "Hehe, you must not know, I have already made the prisoner's target clear, and that is Uncle Balkin!"

"On the surface, this guy is always at odds with Grandpa Andrew, but in reality, two disrespectful things have been conspiring to peek at the mud in the warehouse. Covering his head speechlessly, Kabore shook his head and said, "Uncle Barkin is stealing the mud wheat as a raw material, and that old witch stick is using his so-called 'magic laboratory' to make this mud wheat into ale!"

The young hunter turned his head towards the depths of the forest, he was not sure if the other party, who had been silent for a long time, was still there, so Kabore reminded, "That, it's your turn now, I don't know what your name is?"