Back at the cottage, Ota spread the papers on the table and looked at them carefully. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The number of words was not much, and in a moment he remembered it firmly in his heart, but there were more and more doubts in his heart, which of course was caused by ancient John to him.

Since he could really translate these patterns, he should know that this was not the dwarven script that Orta said, but the orcs, but Gu John did not have any unusual actions and reactions, on the contrary, he was very natural.

When Otta thought that he would use the beast spell, and that ancient John knew the meaning of the beast spell and translated it, he was inexplicably horrified.

Anyway, I always feel uneasy in my heart, but I just don't know what the problem is.

This spell is incomplete in translation, and it seems that it can only be done after Ancient John has completely transformed the remaining orc patterns.

These days, Ota attended classes and experiments during the day, taught craftsmen at night and built prosthetics himself, and was really tired, lying in bed thinking about his thoughts and falling asleep unconsciously.

At this moment, in the city-state of Bannaya, thousands of miles away from the city of Kurgea, in a low room in the slums, a low voice could be heard.

I heard an old hoarse voice say: "The young master should rest early, the old slave is incompetent, and the young master has suffered from sleeping in the open along the way." ”

The owner of the voice, an old man with long gray hair, said to a haggard young man in front of him.

The young man looked at the old man and smiled, but the smile was full of sadness and bitterness, and he shook his head and said, "Don't call me young master in the future, I'm just a lost dog." "[What kind of dog is Ming.Month.China.Wen.Net?Why do you pirate-copy my book?]

He then sat down on the bed and lifted his black robe to reveal his legs, which were covered with two jet-black metal prostheses from the knee down.

When his legs were pulled out of the prosthesis, the white cloth wrapped in it had been stained red with blood, and it was now stuck to the flesh.

The old man sighed lightly and said: "The old master and the young master are not thin on the old slave, and the old slave will not forget it for a lifetime, although the young master has undergone this great change, but I hope that the young master can cheer up as soon as possible, although the thief has been cut into a slave, but he will not die for a day, and the young master will come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible." ”

The young master in the old man's mouth is the Marquis of Carry, who was expelled by the prince after his legs were broken by Otta, but he is now a commoner.

Kerry nodded and didn't speak, but pulled a dagger from his waist and picked up the blood-soaked white cloth wrapped around the stump.

When the blood cloth was opened, the old man immediately saw that Kerry's legs were red and swollen, and some places were ground into a blur of flesh and blood, and a few strips of flesh were black and shriveled, and the wounds looked very hideous.

"I'll go get a basin of water for you to clean. The old man walked out, but Kerry still did not speak, but looked at the wound on his leg in silence.

After a short time, the old man came back with a basin of warm water, and slowly cleaned him, and Kerry handed him the dagger with an expressionless face.

The old man took the dagger and looked at Kerry, "It will hurt to remove the dead meat, young master, you ......"

Kerry looked at him and nodded, not saying a word, but his eyes were very determined, and there was a little ruthlessness.

Pieces of jet-black flesh fell into the basin and splashed blood, Kerry's eyes widened, his eyeballs were bloodshot but he still didn't say a word, but his snort was very heavy, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his head.

After a short time, the old man stood up and sprinkled Kerry's legs with medicinal powder, and wrapped them again before he breathed a sigh of relief, and even he was sweating profusely at the moment.

The old man went out with the basin of water, and Kerry put the iron dagger in his palm and looked at it carefully, and his face unconsciously showed a hideous color, but he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

When the old man returned, he found that Kerry's left palm was bright red, and blood was dripping on the ground.

"Young master, what are you ......?" the old man asked nervously.

Kerry put the bloody palm under his nose, sniffed it, and then suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked it, and said with a ruthless face after sipping it in his mouth:

"There are no wasters in the Black Knight, and I don't deserve to be a Black Knight anymore...... My father worked hard for the eldest prince for 20 years, and in the end, what happened? I have done my best to capture the aliens for the Dark Knights, and in the past five years, I have contributed hundreds of thousands of gold coins to the eldest prince, but what will happen to me? ”

The old man sighed and comforted: "The royal family has been like this since ancient times, the birds are all bows and rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked, there are no exceptions in all dynasties, and we look up to people to breathe for a long time, and we have to be grateful to them if we can live, hey...... The young master should look at the point. ”

"Why should I look away?" Kerry suddenly roared, his expression extremely hideous.

"Oh, my ancestor, you ...... quietly," the old man hurriedly reminded him.

Kerry snorted coldly at this time, looked at him and said slowly: "From the moment this human skin fell to the ground, I made an oath to it, I, Kerry, will establish a force of my own from now on, and kill all those royal families, princes, princesses, etc., in addition to them, there is also that Otta, he is the only one among these people who does not have royal blood, but I swear, I must let him die worse than everyone else......"

The old man looked at him in surprise, his lips trembling and said, "Young master...... You are, you're rebelling?!"

"What, Uncle Seven, are you scared?" Kerry asked with a slight smile as he looked at him, but his eyes were cold.

"I ...... Young master, I Mo Lao Qi is fifty and eight this year, thanks to the old master's unrelenting to me, let me follow for nearly twenty years, and young master, you are what I grew up watching...... I know that the grievances suffered by the young master are difficult for ordinary people to reach, but if you insist on going your own way, you will definitely be rejected by the royal family, and when the time comes, you will chase to the ends of the earth, and you will not give us a place to stand, young master, you have to think twice. Mo Laoqi said with a trembling voice.

Kerry looked at him and was silent for a long time, and finally the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, the smile became more and more strong but there was no sound, and finally he waved his hand and said: "It's okay Uncle Seven, I was angry just now, okay, blow out the candle for me, you can rest early." ”

"Oh, well, young master, you scared me to death. ”

At the moment when Mo Laoqi turned around and blew out the candle, Kerry endured the huge pain in his legs and jumped off the bed, and the iron dagger in his hand instantly pierced the back of Mo Laoqi's heart.

That Mo Laoqi snorted and muttered, "Young master, you ...... You ......" was silent before he could finish speaking.

Kerry shook his head in the darkness and sighed: "I don't want to, but Uncle Seven, you are too young to be bold, since you can't go all the way with me, I can only let you go first...... Don't blame my seventh uncle, I will bury you in the future, but you have to lend me your cheeks first......" (To be continued.) )