Chapter 9 Tonight, join the hunt!
Gray's face was filled with disbelief.
“Is this...really made of the monster we killed just now?”
“Of course.” Yeats said thoughtfully, “I took all the bones of the Creeping Claw. I picked it out so it’s more convenient to eat.”
Grey:_
Is this the crux of the matter?
The key problem is that eating undead creatures is likely to cause big problems!
While thinking, Gray caught a glimpse of Phokas picking up a piece of creeping claw covered in lemon sauce and chewing it carefully.
Gray: w(Д)w
Eat, the undead creature was eaten!
Phokas originally wanted to try the dish himself, but if something happened to him, the young master would naturally give up the thought of eating the Creeping Claw.
However, as Phocas chewed it, he felt more and more that the boneless crunch of the creeping claws complemented the refreshing taste of lemon.
"This..." Phokas looked moved.
Yeats smiled and said: "How is it, is it delicious?"
Fokas had no time to answer. He nodded vigorously while chewing, with a glimmer of reverence in his eyes.
"Gu!"
The snowy owl flapped its wings and landed on Yeats's shoulder, with a curious look in its yellow eyes.
Yeats tilted his head, looked at the chubby snow-white owl, and smiled.
"You have worked hard in the battle just now, do you want a share?"
The snowy owl's head made a circle, and its eyes revealed its inner thoughts.
After eating a creeping claw fed to it by Yeats himself, the snowy owl raised its head slightly and its eyes widened.
It was the first time in his life that Bird tasted such a snack, and he was so shocked that he lost his mind!
“Gu~(^~^)”
The snowy owl narrowed its eyes happily.
Yeats: "Grey, are you sure you don't want to eat?"
Gray looked around at the Fokas and Snowy Owls who were feasting, and saw that the number of creeping claws on the plate was rapidly decreasing.
Her lips were thirsty from the battle just now. She swallowed, her abdomen made an unconvincing gurgling sound, and said with difficulty:
"I, let it go. , seeing the crawling claws reminds me of the scene of them climbing on the car."
"Try closing your eyes and thinking of them as chicken feet?"
"Hmm... ”
Gray followed the steps given by Yeats, closed her eyes resignedly, picked up a cold piece of creeping claw with trembling hands, and held it to her lips.
The nose told her that this was delicious food with a rich aroma; the body told her that she urgently needed to eat to replenish her strength.
The brain told her, don’t eat, don’t eat!
Damn it, I don’t care!
Gray took a bite and chewed quickly as if afraid of its reaction.
Immediately, Gray opened her eyes blankly.
"How does it taste, Miss Grey?" Forkas asked.
"The taste is very good." Gray whispered, thinking in his heart, it was exactly the opposite of the disgusting taste I imagined.
Not only is it not offensive, but it is crispy and refreshing, which even whets your appetite.
Yeats teased: "Didn't you say you would never eat World of Warcraft again?"
Gray blushed: "I still can't accept it. Just eat one, and the rest will be given to you... It's almost as if I didn't eat!"
"Haha." Yeats couldn't help laughing.
A good approx.
Gray said angrily: "By the way, didn't we agree to eat snow rabbit soup tonight?"
"I'm about to make it now. The Lemon Creeping Claw is just an appetizer. " said Yeats.
"Shh..."
Gray suddenly raised his finger and said seriously:
"The little guy on your shoulder is asleep."
Yeats turned his head slightly and saw the snowy owl standing on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and his snow-white feathers trembled slightly with his breathing.
Snowy Owl stayed up all night last night and relied on lemon black tea to stay awake. Now he is taking a nap and is really sleepy.
Yeats thought to himself: "If you want it to work overtime during the day, just give it some strong tea or coffee..."
"Gray, come here and take it down carefully. I'll Go cook." Yeats said.
"Received." Gray lowered his voice.
Grey moved gently and carefully took the snowy owl off Yeats' shoulders. During this period, the snowy owl opened its eyes and glanced, and saw that it was Gray, so she did not resist.
Gently stroking the snowy owl's soft feathers and tapping its round head, Gray couldn't help but smile happily.
Night falls.
Roland's war horse, who had done more than half of his output in this game, enjoyed the steaming bone soup.
Yeats and others enjoyed the delicious snow rabbit soup.
【Snow Rabbit Stew: Two stars. Using plump snow rabbit as raw material and adding simple seasonings, the thick soup is delicious. After eating, the fire resistance is temporarily increased (medium)]
Gray held the thick soup and sipped it, and said with emotion: "It would be great if I could drink snow rabbit soup every day instead of eating World of Warcraft." Ye Zhi said calmly: "Eating game every day, at least with the current level of development in Chenshuangling, is very difficult."
"Is Morning Frost Ridge really as scary as it says?" Gray asked curiously, "If so, wouldn't all the local residents have fled long ago?"
Yeats sighed.
"In fact, it's unclear whether there is a population in Chenshuang Ridge. We'll see the specific situation after we arrive."
Gray was stunned for a moment.
This is the first time in my life that a lord is so poor!
Gray stared at the handsome young man, feeling sympathy, and said thoughtfully:
"I seem to understand, Yeats, why you have a special liking for Warcraft cuisine. "
Yeats: "..."
What are you thinking about?
"Gu!" The snow owl took a nap, drank the thick soup again, and narrowed his eyes in comfort.
Snowy Owl squinting·jpg
During the quiet time of dinner, Yeats suggested:
“Let’s take a walk around here before we set off tomorrow morning.”
“Master, why is this?”
"The owner of this slaughterhouse suddenly disappeared, which is a bit suspicious. Maybe we can find out something through the investigation."
"Follow your orders."
According to the plot of the game, Yeats remembered the man who ran the slaughterhouse. The necromancer died after encountering a wild leader-level monster.
Although it is the first level boss, it is enough to deal with based on the current level of the team.
Furthermore, Yeats was somewhat concerned about the legacy of the necromancer.
Whether it's a staff, a scroll, or a gold coin, everything is of great help to Yeats now.
"The legacy in the game is nearby. I hope to find something useful for developing the territory..." Yeats thought to himself.
The night is getting darker.
It’s time for snowy owls to be active again.
Before going to bed, it looked at Yeats who was sitting by the campfire reading, showing curious eyes.
Yeats put down the book and touched its head with a smile: "Tonight, I'll ask you to help with the vigil."
"Gu!" The snowy owl turned its head 180 degrees, with a cute look on its face. Come.
Late at night, Yeats slept in the carriage.
Gray kept vigil outside the simple tent she had put up, yawning all the time.
She glanced at the snowy owl perched on the treetop and saw its bright eyes, and couldn’t help but smile:
"I really envy you, you are still so energetic in the middle of the night."
"Gu?" Snow Owl was puzzled.
"Maybe you are a night owl, as Yeats said."
As she said that, Gray yawned again.
"You can see farther than me. If there is any danger, remember to tell me in advance...I, please squint for a while..."
Gray was drowsy, half asleep and half awake when she heard the piercing cry of the snowy owl.
In an instant, Gray woke up: "What happened?"
"Gu!"
The snow owl flapped its wings and flew towards the jungle.
Gray looked in the direction it pointed, eyes widening.
Thick smoke rose into the sky, and dazzling firelight came into view.
There's a fire!
"Hey, wake up, everyone, the fire is coming this way!"
Woke up by the warning, Yeats hurriedly put on his robe and left the carriage.
On the far side, the fire showed signs of spreading to this side, Yeats said quickly:
"Pack your things, let's go on our way immediately!"
The carriage rushed out of the forest where the fire was getting stronger, and the birds flew away in fright, adding to the uneasy atmosphere of the night.
Ahead was an open plain, where the source of the fire originated.
Under the dark night, an antelope covered in magic flames and as big as an ox was hunting the withered vine monster. The three flame missiles it spit out from its mouth ignited the mimic monster, which looked like an ordinary vine when it was still, and then flew forward to eat.
The withered vine monster was still struggling. Five or six withered twig monsters split from its body and surrounded the demon flame sheep. However, they were ignited by its own demon flame and became the source of the forest fire.
"That's the best among the first-level monsters, the Demon Flame Sheep!" Gray exclaimed.
Yeats secretly thought.
It is also the first wild boss that a novice game player will encounter.
Its leather can be made into fire-enchanted equipment, and it is even better as a food ingredient!
“Pull the carriage over!”
Yeats made an immediate decision.
"Tonight, we join the hunt!"
(End of this chapter)