Chapter 444 Post-war refining, harvest and plan, Shadow World is on the appointment
"Your forelegance seems to be injured, come on my palm, I'll treat it."
Brenheld's glacier-like sculpted facial features are sharp and serious. One hand gently rests on the snow leopard's head, and the other hand holds the snow leopard's claws, and a smile that is not easy to detect.
When she smiled, it was like the ice and snow melting.
Even the winding red burning scar on the line of her pale face, her pale face, was unique and no longer abominable.
Snow Leopard opened his mouth blankly and looked at Yeats blankly, his innocent eyes as if saying that I was not hurt at all.
Yeats hugged her arms, glanced at the Snow Leopard, and sent a message: "If you say you are injured, you will be injured. Don't move, let her rub it obediently!"
Brenheld's love for fluffy things is written into her background story.
Yeats is happy to see her achievement by relying on the magic pet to let her take her back and promote the relationship between the two.
The little squirrel stood on Yeats' shoulder, shaking his fluffy red tail, holding a sunflower seed with his claws, and complained: "In order to establish a good relationship with Valkyrie... do you hesitate to let his demon pet behave cutely... Yeats, you guy..."
After spending time with him for a long time, some headless and brainless Internet abstract words often popped up in his mouth, which was a big disgusting feeling.
Ye Zhi said with a dark face: "If you dare to use this sentence again, you will have nothing for the melon seeds for a week!"
The teeth quickly stuffed the melon seeds into the cheek pouch, and his cheeks were full of bulging. His eyes turned around and he thought to himself:
"Yeats can't afford to offend after being promoted to the Holy Realm... Even the arrogant king of wild hunting is no longer Yeats' opponent!"
Mamen seemed to have understood the idea of drilling teeth, licking his claws lazily. The greedy luster in his golden eyes could not be concealed, and said lightly:
"I heard that Lorraine's adopted son killed his adoptive father and obtained the legendary holy grail. From ancient times to the present, if Yeats attacked his adoptive father, he would definitely be able to burst out many treasures..."
Yeats: "..."
What kind of social skills.
As the saying goes, the closer the hand is to the halberd, the further away the adoptive father is to me!
Yeats was thinking about how to pass on the news of her promotion to her adopted father, and by the way, let the King of Wild Hunting give him some benefits such as promotion ceremony.
Other side.
Brenheld let go of the snow leopard with satisfaction, and then gently stroked the fluffy snow owl with her movements. The deep silver eyes contained an undetectable pity.
As a master of magic, Snow Owl is very sensitive to the invisible energy of emotion. After realizing that Bren Hilde is full of kindness, he narrows his eyes and allows Valkyrie to comb his feathers.
"Hissergeant Brenheld...about asking you to teach swordsmanship..."
Yeats coughed lightly.
The Valkyrie woke up like a dream, raised her sharp eyes, and the cold breath blew like the cold wind, and she nodded proudly.
"I promise you."
Brenheld glanced at Xilude, who had long red hair, and his eyes turned around the rough-shaped tree behind her. His frosty eyes were slightly relieved, and he pursed his lips:
"I believe she will understand the essence of my swordsmanship...become a force that cannot be ignored."
"It is not suitable for swordsmanship practice. Should we change the practice of practice?" Xilude looked around.
"This place has just experienced a magical battle. Thanks to the human hero's move to calm down, the magic net and laws here have been seriously damaged, so it is indeed not suitable for practicing here." Brenheld turned his head, stared at Yeats in silver eyes, and said softly, "Just just now, I haven't had time to ask your name..."
"Yeats Brondi." The silver-haired boy smiled slightly.
Brenheld thoughtfully and turned his head: "Then this person is..."
"Xilud." The heroic red-haired beauty introduced herself, her voice was magnetic.
Brenheld's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he vaguely felt that the two names were very familiar, and whispered: "Do you two know the Black Knight?"
Yez understands the origin of the other party's question.
Brenheld and the Black Knight Itil had known each other as early as humans.
Both of them are brave knights in the mortal world, with the most brave and powerful continent. After their death, they became heroic spirits. The former became the king of Iceland, and the latter was promoted to the follower god by the God of War.
Only the Eight-Ring True God is qualified to be promoted to God. And the gods often belong to the Seven Rings Holy Realm.
After both become gods, the two knights occasionally exchange experiences with each other.
Brenheld probably heard of his and Xilude's names from the Black Knight, so he asked this question.
Silud saw Yeats thinking silently and did not want to disturb his thoughts, so he explained:
"She is my mentor and guide... To be honest, I am the God-Selected One of the Black Knights." Xilude paused, clenched Yeats' hand and used some force. After receiving the response from Yeats' palm, he showed a smile, spoke with pride, and said softly, "He is the choice of the Moonlight Goddess and the Art Goddess, and he is also the inheritor of the God of Light!"
Brenheld's eyebrows were stretched, and there was a hint of respect and appreciation in his eyes. He looked around Yeats and Silude, and smiled relievedly:
"So that's it, it's not accidental that Lord Yeats can create such a holy land... I understand, then, I suggest going to the Jueling Mountains and using it as a place to practice swordsmanship. After all, it is closer to the Black Knight's altar..."
This suggestion coincides with Yeats's idea. He originally planned to go back to Chenshuang Ridge to repair it first, and after digesting the upgrade of the holy realm, he would go to the ruins of the Dwarf Royal City.
With Brenheld's swordsmanship guidance, Xilude can go further from the Sanctuary.
"No problem." Yeats nodded, "Please wait a moment, I'll say goodbye to a friend."
Then, Yeats came to the bottom of the canyon of Henghuo and Zhenbing Bridge and found the Aorong Golden Beard next to the forging altar.
Orang Jinxu was still in a daze, and the shocking scenes that had just happened to be reflected in her mind.
Seeing Yeats' slowly coming, O'Rong Jinhou suddenly widened his eyes and rushed forward excitedly, kneeling in front of Yeats in three steps and two steps.
"Thank you! Your Excellency Duke... Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Ao Rong said with a sob, "If you hadn't delivered the task of recasting the ring to me and using the body of a human to calm the wrath of the God of Storm and the God of Fire... I would never have forged a precious artifact in my life!"
Yeats helped Ao Rong up and smiled and said, "I should thank you. If you hadn't recast the Nibelonan ring, I wouldn't have triggered the Rainbow Bridge."
Ao Rong's eyes were hazy, and his eyes were full of admiration and awe, thinking... He and the young man who visited three days ago seemed to be the same.
At this moment, he already has the charm of a saint and a demigod hero!
"You have terminated the war on the bridge, which is a great achievement for the entire dwarf kingdom. From today on, the dwarves no longer need to be afraid of the fury storm on the bridge."
Orang put his hands on Yeats and said gratefully:
"When I return to the city, I will praise your achievements... My family still has some say in the kingdom... You and your descendants will become eternal distinguished guests of the Golden Beard family."
Orang paused, wiped tears on his long beard, and said in a trembling voice:
"If you need a craftsman in the future, you will be sent by your next call, and you will never complain!"
"If there is a place to help you in the future, I will contact you, Master AoRong." Ye Zhi nodded with a smile.
"Of course, of course!" Ao Rong nodded repeatedly, pointed his hand at the volcano in the distance, grinning with his front teeth, "Sir, it's not too late, why not go back to the Furnace City with me to rest overnight. Let's talk about the rumors of the legendary artifacts?"
"I won't return to the Furnace City." Yeats said, "Master Aorong, see you next time."
Aorong's eyes flashed, watching Yeats and his group disappear into the blue halo formed by teleportation magic, standing in the wind and snow for a long time, letting out a long sigh.
"Such a young human sanctuary...the pattern between various races is probably going to change greatly again!"
"The three major families should also hold a meeting to discuss the future policy of getting along with other races." Ao Rong's eyes were firm, and he made up his mind, "No matter what, the Jinxu family and I must get along with Lord Yeats... will never betray my friends and benefactor!" The fluctuations of space flashed.
When Yeats opened his eyes again, the magnificent snow scene of Jueling Snow Mountain appeared in front of him.
It has already spanned tens of thousands of miles between the Great Wall of Juedong and the King of Beijun. The familiar Chenshuang Ridge is located at the foot of the distant mountains, which is reflected in Yeats's eyes.
A little surprise flashed in Brenheld's eyes, and he said in surprise: "This emperor-level snowy owl... can teleport magic?"
"It is the magical goddess' choice, and it is normal to teleport magic." Zhuangya said.
The surprise in Brenheld's eyes became stronger and stronger. He raised his right hand, then slowly lowered it, restrained his desire to touch the feathers of the snowy owl, and pondered:
"No further ado, I suggest starting to train swordsmanship now... The magic god can also be chosen by the side, pay attention to the situation of the magic net, and prevent magic power from turbulent."
"Don't worry, finish dinner first."
Yez smiled slightly, holding a "Erenier" pot that shrank and kept hovering after shrinking, and said: "Hiss Valkyrie, let me cook the dinner for you with my own hands!"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Brenheld's pupils contracted slightly, and he was secretly surprised... Erinier, a famous artifact in the Valhalla!
In addition to the Nibelung root ring, how many rare treasures are there on his body?
Mamé glanced at Brenheld's reaction and made a sarcastic voice in Yeats' mind: "Hmph, I came from that small place in Iceland, I'll be fussy when I see good things!"
The grandfather of hell is the grandfather!
What Valkyrie, in front of Ma Men who is in charge of wealth, is as ignorant as a famous village girl!
Yeats: "...Mamen, aren't you fussy when you see the Nibelungan ring?"
Mamen blushed and said anxiously:
"I, I'm just happy for you to get the treasure! That's not my treasure. I have so many good things in hell, but I don't care about you!"
Yeats: "..."
The image of the demon god Mamen in his mind has become increasingly closer to the arrogant demon king on the Golden Throne.
Another teleportation technique was transmitted, and everyone appeared in front of the main entrance of Jiandong Castle.
Seeing the continuous honeysuckle field in front of Jiandong Castle, Yeats slowly exhaled a white mist, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
At this point, the matter of promotion to the Holy Land has come to an end.
Next, we should improve the overall strength of the team while waiting for the battle of the bottomless pit, and strive to explode the Apostle or the Plague Knight.
In the past few days, in addition to achieving great improvements by oneself and obtaining the main artifact [Nipelon Root Ring].
The Snow Leopard, the team, has grown the most significantly. Not only was he promoted to the emperor level monster after hunting the Frost Wing Queen, but he also obtained the inheritance of the "Thunder Crown Eye" originated from the God of Storm, gaining the ability to control the Thunder Cloud Storm, and in the future, a thunder vertical eye can be opened on his forehead.
In addition, the late Valkyrie Bren Hilde, who was late after the war of God, is also an important figure who appeared in the plot and is the key to Xilude's promotion to the Holy Land.
Yez turned his head and looked at the Iceberg Valkyrie who was touching the snow leopard's head expressionlessly, thinking to himself:
"I have to think of a way to make Brenheld a comrade-in-arms... I have to put more medicine... no, make more delicious!"
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Dinner.
The Frost Wind Witch is indifferent to the delicious delicacies on the table, and is fond of the bright red spicy strips. He tastes red lips and his face is red.
Grey's appetite was wide open, and his combat power was no less than that of the gluttonous beast Behemoth, which made Behemoth look at him.
"Ao..." Behemoth looked at Gray who had quickly wiped out a plate of barbecue and blinked.
There is a giant dragon living in this girl’s body!
At the long dining table, Brenheld held a silver spoon in his hand, faced the stewed beef in front of him, and gently pursed his pale lips.
"What is this... what dish?"
"Bokendi red wine stewed beef." Yeats said, "I stewed it with Erinel. The beef originated from the King of Warcraft Earth Bull."
The earth vein bull is known as the descendant of the legendary Warcraft Sky Bull who once destroyed a country, but it has fallen to the existence of being raised by the Food Association to become a beef cattle... its meat is very delicious.
The beef stewed with Bokendi red wine is deep in color, and the rich aroma of wine and meat is intertwined, and the fragrance is thrilling. Holding a silver spoon in hand, Brenheld scooped up a spoonful of beef that had been simmered until crispy, and sent it to his pale lips, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The beef melts in your mouth, the fragrance of gravy and red wine spreads in your mouth, and a strong and long sweet smell lingers on the tip of your tongue.
Brunhild opened his eyes in amazement, his pale face was covered with blood, and he whispered:
"This smell is..."
"It's spice." Yeats said, "I added pepper and onion."
"I am worthy of being the inheritor of the God Chef." Brenheld exhaled a sip of heat, stared at Yeats, and smiled, "It's very delicious... Thank you for the hospitality."
Yeats lowered his head and said, "Then, please give me more guidance for Silude's swordsmanship."
Under the table, a cold and powerful hand quietly held Yeats' palm.
Yeats raised his gaze and met Xilude's twinkling eyes.
I don't know if it was because of the warm fireplace or the cramped shyness, her cheeks were flushed, as if she was drunk, without making any sound, but she silently increased the strength of her hands. "I can do it." Brenheld scooped up a spoonful of stewed beef and said lightly: "In addition, it is not recommended that the two of them hold hands and participate together when practicing swordsmanship..."
Yez was slightly stunned, but saw Brenheld shook his head gently.
"In this way, the two of you only have each other in their eyes, which makes me, the teacher, lack a sense of participation."
Xilud's face turned slightly embarrassed, but he still held Yeats' hand and did not let go. "Jealous, she must be jealous!" Zhuangya said confidently.
"This fluffy lover is quite interesting~"
Daisy's phantom appeared beside Yeats, and only Yeats could see her image.
I saw a playful light in her eyes, and she smiled and said, "So, do you want to go to the movie world again tonight, my dear God's Choice?"
Yeats: "..."
Yeats: "Mainly I want to test the new function of the Nibelonan ring!"
Daisy shrugged her shoulders lightly, and the suspender in the gray long skirt hung lazily on her snow-white shoulders: "You guy who is right and wrong, don't think that your mother will help you next time the backyard fires."
"When did you start to claim to yourself as a strange title!" Yeats couldn't help but complain, "Also, don't set fire on purpose just thank God!"
"That may be." Daisy blinked mischievously and chuckled, "Who told you to be my god's choice? Dear~"
Yeat was in a complicated mood and made up his mind silently.
The strength of the holy realm level is still far from Daisy, the true god who jumps repeatedly between the seventh and eighth rings...
It's nothing better than his adopted father.
At least you have to upgrade to the eighth ring to suppress the goddess of fog!
As for tonight... I went to the movie world to make an appointment and asked Teacher Skach to practice his marksmanship!
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(This chapter ends)