Chapter 894: Parade (Part 1)

Because Lao Luo's new restaurant chose the location of a school, the area is thousands of times that of the past stalls, all fat cooks are very natural...
be lost.
His last memory was that he seemed to be sent by a fart elder Luo to get a bag of vegetables.
But he seemed to go to the wrong place all at once.
Lao Luo’s new restaurant was built in an elementary school, and he specifically divided many areas.
Ordinary kids dine on the lawn and playground, bosses enjoy food in the converted teaching building, and the prominent chapel in the school becomes a special VIP box.
The fat cook seemed to be here by accident.
This made him feel very uneasy, the surrounding things were stained with cold green light in his eyes, and in the farther away, everything was dark.
Da da da~~!
Suddenly, a clawing sound of hitting the rock became louder behind him.
He recovered, lowered his head, accelerated his pace, and watched the shadow behind him sway on the steps.
The shadow on the edge of the stone steps constitutes a geometric pattern radiating outward, like the slender partition of a giant nautilus, or the internal structure of some complicated astrolabe or precision clock.
Click, click, click--
Every second, every step, every step, every corner.
A new shadow suddenly appeared at his feet.
The shadow spread on the outer stone wall of the lawn, apparently from a creature standing on the corner of the stairs, but outside his sight.
A figure of Sgouge.
He lowered his head, raised his ears alertly, and arched his thick-covered back tightly.
The cook recognizes this creature, in addition to the fat meat Sculptor, he also knows a lot of extremely aggressive Sculptor, such as the kind controlled by the cavalry, and in front of him this seems to be the mount of a certain boss
"boss!"
The cook shouted in fright.
"Help!!!!"
In response, a low growl came immediately, as if touching some infrasonic chord representing fear.
The cook turned and fled, but stepped on the air and suddenly fell.
Something strong grabbed him tightly from behind, and he exclaimed, imagining that the claws pressed against his shoulder.
Subsequently, he was turned over sharply.
A huge figure looked down at him, but it was a giant, not a Scrooge.
That face attracted all his attention.
The other party wore a tight brown leather mask, half shaped like a beast and half like a demon. The carving on it was exactly the same as the decorative style of the clothes it was wearing, with a mysterious and wild atmosphere.
The leather with knots and highlights surrounds the eyes, making the eyes more hollow. They cover the cheeks like bare muscles, cushion the corners of the lower jaw, and wrap the other's throat. They are shaped into a tight bundle Long beard look.
A pair of yellow eyes with subtle red pupils flashed under the mask.
More importantly, bright fangs grow in the other person's mouth.
"What are you doing here?"
The Ok murmured, bending down and sniffing him.
"Lao Luo's cook? You shouldn't be here. Why are you here?"
"I do not know!"
The cook wailed like a dead fish.
The Ok grabbed his arm and dragged him through the rest of the way.
Like a mischievous kid caught by an adult, the cook kept up with the pace of the other party. This Oaker's shoulder was covered with a thick ass, and his muscular body was wrapped in a tight leather armor.
There is also a huge disc-shaped machine on the back, which is shimmering.
"You are a nerve..."
Seeing the metal stick on the other person's waist, the cook seemed to think of something, and moved forward halfway and half slipped under the drag of the giant, and said:
"what?"
"Neuroman, you are—"
"Of course I am."
"Do you have a name?"
"Of course I have a name!"
"What's your name-what's your name?"
"My name is to close your stinky mouth or I will let Lao Luo cut your throat, just call this! Do you understand?"
Finally, a few minutes later, they reached the kid's dining area, and the door in front of them led to a spacious room with a low roof.
The cook can feel the warmth of the bonfire, and can see a dim glow in front of him.
For the sake of safety, he basically stays in the back kitchen, or in his own room, so it is very rare to walk directly into the restaurant.
The Oak pulled him through the porch.
This circular room is 30 meters in diameter and was originally a dance room for students. The floor is composed of polished white wood and the stitching is almost seamless.
It looks messy now, with all kinds of trash and crippled fart everywhere.
There are three more round grey stone benches in the room, which are five meters in diameter and one meter higher than the ground.
Each stone platform is simply cut from rock. The fire pit in the center of the stone platform is blazing with flames, releasing a rolling heat wave to the surroundings. A cone-shaped iron cover is suspended above the fire pit and the smoke is pumped away.
The wide bone-white floor and the light gray stone platform reflect the glow of the fire pit. At the far end of the room directly opposite the entrance, the low wall is connected to the arched roof, and several horizontal window slits like bunker shooting holes are arranged. a row.
"Come! Drink!"
"You see this soldier is inferior!"
"I Chao will drink!"
There are dozens of Oaks sitting on the stone platform in the room. They are all strong monsters like the guy with the cook's arm.
More importantly, a silver horn helmet was placed beside them.
They looked relaxed, drinking a drink in a wine bowl while playing some kind of board game on the stone table in front of them, and there were bone-made chess pieces scattered on the wooden board.
"What new game is this?"
The cook asked curiously about Oak.
As soon as this remark came out, all Oakes raised their faces in a brush, and the greasy fangs were lit by the fire.
"Batka, what did you find again, fat shrimp?"
One of them asked, and licked his tongue, which made the cook shudder.
"This is Lao Luo's."
Batka smiled and let go, but the cook dared not move.
The two guards sitting next to the fire pit snorted, and one of them knocked on the forehead with their fingers, indicating that Batka had a problem with IQ.
"So, what is he really doing?"
Another guard questioned that his shoulder armor was reddish-brown, and the braided Sigger hairstyle extended from the back of his head, and was fixed into a S-like shape by a grease.
"It's not important, what's important is, what do we do with him, Batka?"
Another guard spoke.
"I have to say."
The first speaking guard said:
"We might as well eat him."
He looked down at the fat cook kneeling on the ground, his hand reaching for the axe.
"This is a joke."
He touched the cook on the floor with his foot, which caused the other party to twitch like an electric shock.
"I don't think he smiles, Batka, it looks like he is going to die."
"Ah! How are you here!?"
Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded, it was Lao Luo pushing the dining car and came in.
After seeing the paralyzed cook on the ground, he looked very surprised, and came over and grabbed the cook's collar.
"Not a good thing! Let you get something and no one is there! Don't roll back to the kitchen! It's almost on fire!"
After seeing Lao Luo~EbookFREE.me~ The chef's tears were as if he saw his loved ones. He nodded busy, and then ran out in the direction of Lao Luo's fingers.
"Sorry, sorry, let the boss read the joke."
Although there was one less interesting toy, the guards did not say much and continued to do their own thing.
Boom Boom Boom~~~!
But suddenly, there was a dull drum sound outside, and all the guards immediately stood up like a machine.
"Gathered!"
Even Batka froze for a moment, then grabbed the bowl and took a sip of wine, and went out.
"Hey hey... this is?"
Old Luo was still wondering, but Batka said something when he passed by.
"The main parade is over."