Vol 2 Chapter 1124: Orne's suggestion

For Rhode's crown, Orne's subordinate meaning is "not much to look at"-but considering the stubbornness and pride of Shanyin Flame, this is a normal phenomenon.
The only question now is, can Orn deal with the curse?
Facing Rod's question, Orn gave an affirmative answer.
"Yes, just smash it."
"..."
For the simple and rough treatment of Orne, Rod naturally cannot accept it-although the curse of this crown is very annoying, at least it is its own important loot. If you can lift the curse, you have control of yourself. Extremely important role, it is naturally impossible to directly smash.
Take a step back and say that even without this crown, Rhode can’t accept Orne’s hammer on his head...
Just when Rod was about to return from disappointment, Orn seemed to finally think of something. He dropped the hammer, seemed to think about it carefully, and then mumbled.
"If you want to find it, you can go to the east."
After he finished speaking, Orne devoted himself to the state of forging, no matter what Rod said, no longer responded.
East side?
Is there a reliable presence in East Freildord?
Or... Ionia, further east?
Rhode deliberately asked Orn carefully, but Orn didn't say a word, and he jingled with all his heart, no matter what Rhod called him, he didn't respond.
Come on, it is estimated that there will be no response.
After leaving Furnace Township, though Rhod wanted to meet Eich, he was in a special state. At this time, seeing Eich could only be annoying.
In the furnace town of heavy snow, Rod took a deep breath and let the dry air go straight from his nasal cavity into the lungs. This icy cold with a strong splitting feeling made Rod's nervous nerves slightly relieved, and he twisted. Some stiff necks eventually chose to travel east.
Orne is still not to pit himself-although his unclear language may have some reasons for outsider, but it should not be a bad thing.
Although he still does not believe in destiny, at least for now, Rod has learned to respect his destiny.
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Lal woke up.
The little Yoder did not know how long he had slept, maybe one day? Or three or five days?
Waking up, Nar subconsciously began to look for his baby-it was a Guvask boar mandible, which could be thrown away and flew back to him. Under the diligent practice of Nar, he has mastered the loss The method of this bone can be returned to his hand obediently every time it is thrown out.
Holding the mandible again, Nar's free hand couldn't help but scratch his head. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, and it was still a very important thing.
Don't change the one you forget.
The little Yoder raised his head in confusion, but found himself on a mountain top, not far in front of him, a deep gully lay in front of him-the gully was not bottomed out, exuding Frightened cold.
Wait, icy?
Nal felt something thawing in his head, and a large, chaotic memory seemed to finally escape from the ice, filling his brain quickly.
Friends with white long hairs, monsters with one eye open, tentacles swept from the depths of the earth, and everything sealed off without warning... Frost.
Nal lowered his head, only to realize that his hair was actually soggy.
Where has everyone gone?
Lal picked up a snowball like the big white Yoders and jumped away from the top of the mountain-he didn’t know what was happening, but his strong curiosity made him take his foot involuntarily, he Looking for clues to the past, so that the messy memories are strung together.
It was like he was wearing a necklace for himself.
However...Nar went a long way, even hungry, and he did not find any interesting news.
It's so cold here. It's colder than any day Binal has experienced, second only to being frozen.
In the snow, Nal not only did not find the clues he wanted, he didn't even have anything to eat.
There are no berries, let alone honey.
An indescribable mania was brewing in Naar's heart, and he wanted to smash something-but his empty stomach told him that it was better to fill his stomach before he smashed something.
Nal hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to pick up the mandible.
Well, Nal is the best hunter.
Lal will always gain!
The bouncing Yoders lightened their footsteps, and suddenly the light body made the footprints on the snow abruptly, while Nal waved his jaw bone while watching wwEbookFREE.me~, looking around, trying to find something that looked like It's food guy.
Then... just after Nar entered a valley, he was surrounded by a group of pre-planned icefield wolves.
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Ten minutes later, Nal jumped out of the valley—and the group of icefield wolves, who thought they had found the dessert before the meal, partly entered the little hunter’s stomach, and the other part was frozen in the cold snow.
There was chaos in the valley, as if any monster had raged, but the real initiator was unconscious and even focused on a new place.
Nal found a man—although the Great White Yoder said that people can’t eat, but...frighten, and ask the Great White’s news, is it always okay?
Thinking about this, Nal posed a very fierce posture and jumped in front of the coming person. He held his dart in a horizontal direction and gave a screaming roar.
"Nar quack!"