Chapter 649: Recorder (on)

When they finally wanted to take her to see that one, she was very worried about her life.
From a sensible point of view, he thinks this worry is unnecessary, because the companions spent a lot of energy along the way to save her life, they should not be in vain, just to send her to a in the end .
But the kind of suspicion still entangled her heart and could not be lingered.
It wrapped her like a piece of skin, no matter what qualities these Oaks possessed, indecision was never one of them.
They seem to be on a whim when they make decisions and distinguish between right and wrong, but that is probably due to their simple structure of the brain. For them, she is at best a novelty.
But given that they can barely see the longevity of their heads, this may just be a way to pass the time in a long struggle.
The soldier who came to summon her was Locke, as well as several other strong fighters. The Hawk Lady did not know their names in this fashion.
Locke looks the youngest. Although it is almost impossible to judge the age from the appearance of an Oak, Quel'Sana has her own unique way.
The others were slender fangs, burly giants with deep eye sockets, and Locke's fangs were not that long.
She realized that Locke was able to join this team because of another possibility-his weapon was a long metal rod with a twisted head. He heard that this race also has its own mysterious power, the same amount It is scarce, so he deserves a place in this guard, even if it has always been the responsibility of a veteran.
This makes sense logically.
When they stepped into this bone-white room and waved her to keep up, it made sense logically.
However, when they climbed to the upper level of the fortress for more than an hour in the high stairs, winding rock caves and whistling wind tunnels, when they finally arrived at the hall, the fear was completely wiped out of logic, and Quel'Sana believed that Locke was punished. Came to see her executed.
The huge hall was cold and dim, and her keen eye caught the faint heat of several smoldering fire pits. In terms of heating and lighting, the Oaks obviously did not pay attention to the comfort of mortals.
For them, she has been given a piece of animal skin and a stone capable of dissipating heat. What do you want?
Quelsana realized that she was far from alone.
The most elite warrior she could witness is here, their body heat is almost undetectable, dimmer than those fire pits.
This hall is an irregularly shaped natural cave, and the giant Oaks are scattered in groups around them, all wrapped in heavy metal, motionless, just like a group of sleeping beasts, huddled together for heating .
The eyes hidden beneath the huge helmet stared at her, and there were often low growls and grunts in the fart heap, like the sound of a beast when he woke up in a deep sleep or scrambled for bones.
After her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim environment, the Hawk Lady was able to capture more traces of movement. She saw the pale bone bowl with black liquid lifted to her mouth, and she saw the figure curled into a ball playing dice. .
There is nothing to bother her. These beasts are resting. They are not here to meet her. She is just a matter that needs to be resolved in the hall, just a trivial episode.
In the dominated position deepest in the hall, sat a brutal giant that can only be seen in mythological stories.
Warlord, head of the husband, red butcher.
He showed undoubted authority between raising his hands and throwing his feet. He was sturdy, with wide shoulders and arms, and was a ruthless hunter who could chase down the desert desert with endless endurance. He also had a braid of snakes wrapped around his neck like a group of snakes, without a beard, proudly holding his head, looking around with his red eyes deep in the eye sockets, and wearing a heavy iron ring in the middle of his lower lips. This gave him a naughty and dangerous temperament.
In ancient books, such leaders are called barbarian kings, and Quel'Thana feels appropriate.
"Well?"
A low growl ran out of the back of his throat, and he rubbed down on a pile of frayed fur, carefully watching strange visitors.
"The pet that the co-leader said looks like this?"
He said to himself, but when he spoke, only a few traces of heating came out of his mouth, and the breath of the Hawk Lady had left a cloud of white mist in the cold air.
Ok's horrible physique can keep heat very well. For most creatures, the extreme environment is nothing to them.
The warlord had no armor, but was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket. His arms were sturdy, his skin was a mottled red, rare in Oak, with dark tattoos on it.
After staring at the tiny banshee for a while, he reached out and picked up a silver bowl filled with some kind of dark ink, and he wore a lot of dirty rings on his hand holding the bowl.
Quel'Sana guessed that those were not ornaments, but rather tools that gave extra power to the iron fist bigger than her head.
Grak took a sip, then raised his head and motioned for the Banshee to taste it.
"Head, I think it can't drink that."
A member of the old David team said suddenly.
"It will burn her intestines."
Grak laughed and sniffed.
"Sounds fragile enough."
He said to the Hawks:
"But the boss told me ~EbookFREE.me~ Don't let you die."
Quirsana squeezed a smile awkwardly. She was able to distinguish the taste of the fat in the wine. She suspected that it was also mixed with blood. This is some kind of liquid food. After fermentation and distillation, it has extremely high heat...
Well, it's more like a fuel than a drink.
"Actually, this can help you withstand the cold. I know you hairy people are afraid of the cold."
Grak said that he put down the wine bowl and leaned back on the chair, looking at the other party with all his time.
"Tell me why you are here."
"I can thank you for your hospitality here."
Quel'Sana answered in very crappy Occitan language. Nevertheless, she is already an expert in the kingdom in this respect.
Grak pouted.
"No, that's why you are still gasping."
He said.
"I asked why you came here."
"I received the invitation."
"Tell me about this invitation."
"I once sent some letters of request to His Royal Highness's court, hoping to enter the realm of the kingdom. I want to contact and observe you powerful and fearless warriors."
A member of the guard standing behind the banshee snorted, and most of her compliments were very useful to her.
"It doesn't sound like a request from the old conference,"
But not including Grak, in fact he has always hated these hairy animals.
"Is this necessary?"
"I think I sent a similar request more than a hundred times. I think since both parties are allies, they need to know each other more."
Quel'Sana has some eagerness in her language. Behind the thin gold-rimmed glasses is a pair of big shiny eyes. This is indeed her personal thought.