Chapter 8 Lemon Creeping Claws
Since they were spending the night in the wild, Phokas and Gray took turns to keep watch, and the bonfire crackled and burned.
When Yeats woke up the next day, he found that the snowy owl was still standing on the treetop. His eyelids slowly closed, and when he was about to close them, he suddenly opened them.
"It seems that you have hit the mark..." Gray looked puzzled, "The biological clock of this snowy owl is really different from that of its kind!"
Yeats couldn't help but sigh. .
This bird is destined to me.
They all like to stay up late!
"By the way, I want to catch some game before we leave. Is that okay?" Gray asked.
After eating World of Warcraft for two days in a row, it certainly tastes good.
But Gray decided to take matters into his own hands and change the situation!
To this end, she borrowed Phokas's one-handed sword and whittled out a long-handled wooden spear to replace the damaged one-handed ax as a weapon.
“But the game here is all the forest products of the local lords, right?” Yeats said, “Don’t provoke the noble knights.”
In this medieval-like West In a fantasy world, sources of meat are in short supply.
All game in the forest products belongs to the lord, and poaching is a serious crime.
"I checked with the map. Between the hills and the lord's fiefdom, there is a small area of forest that is not included in the legal scope. It should be deliberately designed by the lord in order to refuse the work of clearing away the monsters. ”
Gray said proudly: "As long as I hunt there, or lure the prey there and then hunt, everything will be fine!"
You know the code too well!
"...Fokas, you go with her and keep an eye on her."
"As ordered, Master, please stay in the camp and pay attention to safety."
After the two left, Yeats glanced at the sleepy snowy owl on the treetops.
The snowy owl's eyelids have been closed, its eyes are narrowed into a slit, and its head is shrunk among the fluffy white feathers.
Yeats smiled slightly.
What Gray said is true. Raising an owl can shoulder the burden of keeping vigil.
The reason why I chose to camp here yesterday was because there were fresh water sources and wild fruit bushes near the campground.
The wild fruit bushes are mainly wild lemons. The berries have been eaten by passing birds and animals, but the lemons have grown big and round.
Yeats harvested many wild lemons.
Soon, Yeats washed and sliced the lemons, boiled a pot of black tea over fire, and put the lemon slices into the black tea.
【Wild lemon hot black tea: one star. Made with wild lemon and high-quality black tea as raw materials, it is warm and sweet, and will restore the refreshing value after eating (small)]
The autumn chill is getting stronger, Yeats holds the hot tea in his hand and sips it slowly.
The aroma of tea spreads.
The snowy owl's sleep was disturbed. It flapped its wings and flew over, standing beside Yeats curiously.
“You want to drink tea too?” Yeats was surprised.
“Gu!” The snowy owl shook its head in circles, very cute.
Yeats poured a cup of hot tea for it and placed it on the ground.
The snowy owl tilted its head at ninety degrees, watching Yeats drinking tea, and imitated his example in blowing away the heat.
call.
A cold breath came out of the Snow Owl's mouth.
The tea suddenly turned into lemon iced tea.
Yeats was stunned for a moment and covered his face silently.
I'm sorry...I miss you.
What can I say.
Bring your own ice-making and outdoor skills!
One person and one bird, just drinking tea leisurely.
Soon after, the team members returned, and Gray was holding the long ears of a snow rabbit in her hand.
"Not so lucky, I caught a snow rabbit." Gray sighed.
Yeats nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's save it for dinner tonight. We'll have snow rabbit soup tonight."
"That's great!" Gray almost cried with joy.
"Master, where did this bag of lemons on the carriage come from?"
"You were not here just now, and I picked some wild fruits."
"This is obvious. More than a little bit..."
Set off again.
The snowy owl flaps its wings and flies with the galloping carriage.
Yeats leaned out of the car window, his heart moved, and he stretched out his arms.
Snowy Owl lowered his head and glanced at Yeats' outstretched arm.
Later.
The snowy owl descended slowly and put its paw on Yeats' arm.
The snowy owl gradually retracted its wings and stood still, looking around at the rapidly retreating scenery, its eyes filled with wonder.
Gray looked at the interaction between the noble boy and the snowy owl, with a smile on his face.
The further you go to the border, the lower the control of the nobles, and the greater the probability of encountering danger.
It was almost dusk.
Passing by an abandoned slaughterhouse.
A group of sheep-shaped skeletons standing on four legs blocked the way.
"Phocas, speed up and rush over and smash them directly!" Yeats said loudly. “Master, the wheel seems to be stuck by something!”
“Something is crawling on the car——”
Gray took a wooden spear and stabbed down the severed hand that had climbed onto the car body, shouting:
"The Creeping Claw, what a disgusting monster it is!"
Ye Zhi looked down and hissed.
Four or five bloody severed hands, with a bone exposed at the base of the palm, moved on the ground with sharp claws, and tried to climb onto the car to catch Gray.
The Creeping Claw is a low-level undead creature made by the Necromancer from severed hands. It can do some simple tasks or attack enemies in a small area.
"Phocas, untie the radish and let it deal with the skeleton!"
"Understood!" Phocas untied the noose.
Without the restraints of the carriage, Carrot showed off his majesty as a pure-blood war horse, looking up to the sky and neighing.
The name of Roland's knights resounds throughout the continent, and a Roland war horse is at least a starting point.
Therefore, Carrot’s combat capabilities are quite terrifying! In a flash of lightning, several skeletons were knocked to pieces by carrots!
"So your carrots are so powerful..."
Gray was stunned.
"Nonsense, it mainly relies on it for output!" Yeats said, "Kill the Creeping Claws first!"
The carriage stopped, and three more Creeping Claws approached from the corner. , Phokas drew his one-handed sword and joined the battle.
Yeats had an idea and shouted to the snowy owl standing on the roof of the carriage watching the excitement:
"Kill these monsters, and I'll cook food for you!"
Gray: "Can it understand human speech?"
Snowy Owl: "Gu!"
Yeats: "I guess it said it understood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the snowy owl fluttered its wings and flew up, blowing out a gust of biting icy wind.
A first-level spell, the wind of frost!
The crawling claws affected by the frost wind were covered with a layer of frost, and their movements became sluggish.
The pressure on Forkas and Gray suddenly eased. In turn, they killed the creeping claws one by one, and then cooperated with Carrot to knock all the skeletons into pieces.
The crisis is over.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the slaughterhouse where corpses were everywhere.
"This is clearly a safe zone on the map, so why are there so many undead creatures?" Gray asked.
Fokas said solemnly: "After the necromancer carries out the massacre, he will make the severed hands of the deceased into crawling claws to exercise his abilities. I am afraid that I have been attacked by the necromancer here. "
Hearing this, Gray shuddered and felt that the surroundings became more and more gloomy.
Yeats was thoughtful and reached out to touch the snowy owl's head. It narrowed its eyes in relief.
"Just now, this owl was very useful." Gray cast a look.
"After all, it is a creature that can master magic." Phokas sighed.
"Collect the creeping claws."
Yeats ordered: "Let's get out of here."
"Yes." Phokas hesitated, " But how much copper coins is the Creeping Claw worth?”
“Who said it was going to be sold?” Yeats said, “I plan to use it for cooking tonight.”
Gray and Fokas were stunned on the spot, sweating profusely.
“Tonight, let’s eat...a severed hand that can crawl?!”
“Look, this severed hand has four claws. Combined with the location, what did you think of? "
"The deceased only had four fingers?"
"To be precise," Yeats said calmly, "These are chicken feet."
"???"
Yeats still remembers that in the early days of the game, there was a unique Necromancer merchant who sold chicken, mutton and other ingredients.
According to the conversation, we learned that the Necromancer is just a businessman’s hobby, and his main business is actually running a slaughterhouse.
Yeats had purchased ingredients from him and was deeply impressed by this NPC. Based on the location, he could confirm that it was here.
But that NPC got the short end of the stick in a plot.
Yeats never saw him again.
I don’t know if I won the resurrection match later.
"Although chicken feet are made into crawling claws of monsters, they are still edible in nature, they just need some processing."
Yeats smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I promise to deal with the Creeping Claw properly!”
Fokas touched his pocket and his expression suddenly froze.
Eating undead creatures seems to be of no use to drinking the antidote?
Gray looked pale and smiled reluctantly.
Can the crawling claw be eaten? !
It’s night.
Yeats served carefully marinated dishes.
The ripe creeping claws are soaked in lemon juice sprinkled with spices. After being refrigerated by the snow owl's magic "frost wind", they are cool and the flavor is even more pure.
“Lemon Creeping Claw, you’re done!”
Gray: (д╬)
It actually looks delicious? !
(End of this chapter)