Vol 8 Chapter 529: 1 bowl of broth

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Volume Two [Dark Tide] Chapter 529 A Bowl of Broth
This was the first time Rody felt that his head was a little overturned after entering Tasman.
"Tracking" Roddy has, and he is currently using "Tracking: Undead"-this is the tracking skill brought by the upgrade of the "Undead Slayer" title, which can display all undead near the map without entering the "sneaking state" . And similar skills have been previously used by Rody, such as tracking beasts or humans, etc., but the sudden appearance of "Tracking: Demon" is unheard of.
For no reason, Rody, the creature type of the devil, has almost never heard of it before!
For so long in the game, Roddy has never seen any so-called "demon" species, even "demon sub-species". However, if you think about it carefully, Roddy feels that he seemed to have heard the news of "found demon" in the period before crossing, but now he can't be sure whether the memory is accurate, let alone the specific content.
Roddy sighed silently: He obviously didn't know the world as well as he thought.
The cavalry team had come over to check the surroundings. It was late, and Roddy commanded the team to arrange a camp outside the village to rest, and then worked with Melincela to study the "devil subtype" in front of him.
The opponent's arms were forcibly pressed against the chest by the magic of Merlin Sera, and her body was stretched as if wrapped tightly by invisible power. At this angle, the rude clothing on the "Demon Subspecies" made it look similar to the figure of a human body, and Roddy looked closely, but he did not find any lengthy arms or deformed claws.
"Lilac skin, as if some sort of elf variant has such a complexion, but it seems to have been extinct for a long time."
Meilin Sela talked about her judgment, tilted her head and walked around. Nata stood silently, and Akasha commanded the high-elven mages to set up the camp to protect the enchantment, and began to make fire in the rain-proof enchantment.
Roddy frowned, reaching out, and tossing the messy long hair of the Devil Subspecies aside. The cheek hit by the opponent's Nata fist swelled, but when you look closely, you can see that the injury recovers quickly, and the bruised area is gradually shrinking at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
"Have strong self-healing ability."
He ignored the dreaded face of melon seeds and the eyes full of dreadful eyes, glanced at the body wrapped in sackcloth clothes, and noticed that the other was not bulging ...
"It should be female-uh, female."
Roddy noticed that his slender limbs weren't born, but were like skinny skinny skin after starvation. He reached out and touched each other's ribs, judging: "It should be chronic malnutrition, but it's wrong ..."
He turned to ask Nata: "This guy is fast and powerful?"
"Like a leopard."
Nata answered succinctly.
If it is a guy who is not weak in speed and strength, it should not be a problem to want to mix food and clothing in this forest. Is there any special reason that causes the other party to be malnourished?
Rody squeezed the other's immovable tail, and could detect that the thin body was trembling slightly.
Merlin Serra observed more closely: "This dress looks the same as humans. Can it be caused by any variation?"
"maybe."
In fact, it is for this reason that Roddy did not choose to cut the opponent's sword-he has been thinking about the relationship between the "hunting hunter" profession and the "devil". The demon subspecies should be chopped and you should see some hints.
But what if the other person is actually human?
However, when he tried to speak to each other in various languages, he did not get any response. The fragile body would only continue to struggle and tremble under the imprisonment of magic, and the clenched teeth never revealed any words that could be captured.
"What do you do now?"
"Don't worry, talk about dinner first."
Roddy waved his hand and turned away.
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Smelling the broth not far away, Nora swallowed hard.
At this point the magic of imprisoning her had disappeared, replaced by a magical cage that could not stand or lie down. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through this seemingly transparent prison cage. In the end, I had to curl up holding my body to prevent the rain from taking too much body temperature.
However, Nora had no expectation of escaping here, because she knew that none of the captured tribe could return to the tribe.
The fear of death made her tremble, but the thought in her heart was more of her mother's thin face ...
Ever since the undead and humans began to capture the people, Nora has lived in turmoil and turmoil with all peoples since her memory. Eighteen years ago, there were three villages scattered among the forests of all the same people, and more than two hundred hunters who were able to hunt and make a living ...
However, it is now difficult for the eighteen surviving hunters to feed the remaining two hundred old, weak, and sick people.
Nora is not a formal hunter, but a "scouting" who is assigned a reconnaissance mission-all her mission is to monitor humans and undead with excellent hiding techniques to prevent people from being discovered.
And if the village where the ethnic people live is likely to be attacked, she must warn in advance and do her best to ensure that everyone survives.
This life made Nora feel as humble as a mouse.
There is never any desire for a better life in her heart, because this struggle has brought her and her people close to the beast.
But just as Nora was ashamed, there was noise in front of the cage.
A bowl of hot soup was carried by the magic power into the prison cage, and Nora stared at the fragrant lamb chop soup in front of her, stunned for a moment.
Not far away, the man with a horrified body glanced at her, turned and walked back to the lively camp.
Nora was a little stiff when she was staring at that gaze-she could feel the look of a predator, and the breath of indifference to life could not be concealed at all.
Speaking of hatred, Nora felt that she was simply not qualified to talk about "hate", because her desire for food instinct had caused her to hold the bowl out of her control and drank her mouth to eat.
The rich savory steak almost made her swallow her tongue, and Nora didn't even consider whether there was any problem with the meal. She didn't think that ... even if the other party was trying to poison herself, she could drink the soup willingly.
Because she is too hungry.
A bowl of soup drank cleanly in a blink of an eye, and even the ribs of her lamb were chopped down by her sharp and hard teeth. Nora lifted her head, and a strange emotion suddenly appeared in her heart: Will it come? Will he still feed himself?
I want to drink another bowl before I die ... It ’s so fragrant ...
But to Nora's disappointment, the human who gave himself broth never appeared again. Only after the night fell, a big man holding a tomahawk was sitting, and the other person sat on the stone in front of the cage with a boring guard.
Nora touched the prison cage formed by magic, and she also had a lot of doubts in her heart: she knew that the undead would use the undead spell, and she had seen a lot of it herself, but now this kind of spell is like the undead with the bones. Spells are quite different. Those armored soldiers are more different than the aristocratic personal soldiers or hunting teams in any village that he has seen.
Maybe only the elders know who they are?
Unfortunately, I can't pass the message back.
Nora knew she was about to die, and she was in a despair and despair.
But after raining in the middle of the night, the sudden shouts in the camp awakened Nora—a torch was ignited in the distance, and the voice of the soldiers ran and rattled. Nolai curiously looked, but then Surprised to find that the magical cage in front of him became weak and unstable!
Have they been attacked?
Nora tried to push ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and found that the original "membrane" that was rock solid seemed to break at any time. Such a discovery immediately gave her spirit—a glance at the guard facing away from her, and she waved her hand suddenly, smashing the magic prison cage!
There is no nonsense, and Nora, who is free, quickly jumps into the darkness and disappears into the guard's eyes almost instantly.
The chaos in the camp continued, but Roddie, who was in the center, waved around two minutes later: "Yes, let's go to sleep."
The noisy camp suddenly quieted down, pretending that the attacked soldiers said nothing, returned to their positions and continued to rest, only Melincela looked excitedly at the dark road in the distance: "Burn this magic mark ... let it I can find out when I reach Rasiman. But ... do you really think you can catch a big fish? "
"maybe."
Roddy's eyes were deep and unconcerned.
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