Chapter 798: 1 dwarf of the Dragon Clan (by the way, I miss 1 odd face dad)

Below the ancient tree forest, near the sea.
Watson was wearing a fire dragon armor, sitting on a Maza, with a simple iron grill in front of him, and a fat and tender thigh meat was rotating on the shelf.
"That's the feeling, I miss it so much ~"
Watson narrowed his eyes and looked at the timing, picking up the thigh meat at the moment the golden floodlight dripped.
A perfectly cooked meat is freshly baked, and the crispy golden crispy skin of the sizzling oil exudes an attractive aroma.
If Lord Ban they would have rushed here long ago.
"But after all ... the system didn't react at all this time. Even the music can't be heard."
Watson whispered strangely. In addition to music, the system will also prompt you to get fully cooked meat.
"System? System?"
"........."
"Why didn't you respond ... Milaruz?"
Watson, who felt something wrong in his heart, slowly stood up. The lack of sound in the system may also be the reason for Miraruz. But if he tried to call him, he did not respond? Is there another problem with the recovery of the Dragon Realm?
"Wow ~"
"who is it!"
Watson put away the fully cooked meat, spread the dragon wings and soared into the sky, and a pair of dragon pupils stared at the sea.
The sea breeze is still a long time, and the ripples on the sea are generally the same as before, and there seems to be no abnormalities at all.
But Watson frowned, but he couldn't have heard it wrong. Although the waves are not small now, the sound is obviously different from normal.
"Cough ... kid, can you hear it."
"Milaruz?" Watson asked doubtfully when he heard the voice in his ear. "What's going on, what's wrong?"
"Just made some preparations, now you can open that jar."
"earthen jar?"
"Yes, but you must find a wide place. After opening the jar, you need to stay away from him."
Watson looked down at the soul jar next to the barbecue grill. Although he didn't know what plane Milaruz did, he picked up the jar and started looking for a place.
Just after Watson came back, I glanced at the edge of the upper right corner of the ancient tree forest, where it should have been the base camp of the New World Hunter Group.
However, when Watson passed, there were only bare cliffs, and the camps built by the sailing ships of various periods were gone, and there were only some marching ants.
"It's still there in the pit of the dragon, although the ancient tree forest has grown a lot, but that place is also not suitable for the life of Rio Reus. After all, they are too big."
Watson picked up the clean jar and flew there and asked Milaruz: "I saw some creatures here before, do you know?"
"Biology ?! Are you talking about living creatures ?!" Miraruz asked in shock.
"Uh ... I thought you knew that there were some creatures, but I only saw small animals like dung scarabs, marching ants, and cobalt flash butterflies."
"Hahahaha ~ It doesn't matter, as long as there are creatures! This represents the real recovery of the Dragon Realm, and our goal is finally further!"
Milaruz's excited words made Watson happy, and the benefits of the Dragon Realm's recovery must be not small, and the Dragon King, of course, must have his own world.
Dragon Realm is his private site.
But Watson has another thing that is strange. Not only are species scarce in ancient tree forests, but also the number is scarce.
In addition to the three previously mentioned, Watson has searched from the crown of the ancient giant tree to the lair of the fierce jackal underground, and even danced a dance from the infested place of the strange face and the entrance of the cave, and did not encounter any creatures. And attack.
I don't know if the Lu Coral Platform will be the same.
Oh yeah, the strange face daddy is a common name, formerly known as the odd face clan, is a group of little dwarf orcs, because they like to wear strange masks, it is called the "odd face clan" race.
Although they are generally considered to be one of the orc species, their postures are more like humans than orcs, so the official classification has not yet been determined.
Although he is small, he has terrible abilities and uses a variety of strange props, usually the 'small bone knife of the hunter's killer', the small blower with the 'hit must sleep / numbness', and a blow up you half Blasting barnacle with blood tubes.
The most disgusting is the small blowing arrow, the damage is not high, but as soon as you hit you, you will lie on the ground and be tortured to death.
Of course, you do n’t have to worry that the dragon will take the opportunity to kill you, because the dragon will lie on the ground with you ...
So the danger level is sometimes even higher than the dragon.
The quickest way for some novice hunters to hunt is to lead the dragon to the singular tribe's site, and then you can hang up—
!! (o ^-^) Corpse ~ \ '\' ☆ ミ ☆ ミ
Watson himself once watched a poor green fire dragon, was paralyzed 5 times, lying on the ground all the way, without any resistance, after being exported, he was robbed by a blasting barnacle Human head, this is the origin of the strange face dad.
It ’s just that Watson did n’t see them. Otherwise, he would like to try whether they are still cowhide. Maybe he can also be accepted as a follower like the Cha Cha Pu (another name for the odd noodle) in the old continent ?
Come to the cliff on the edge of the beach, place the jar in the center of the ground and open the lid.
An odor immediately filled out ... accompanied by a burst of vomiting.
"Vomit !!! I ... vomit !!! Stinky kid ... you wait for me ...... vomit !!!"
Just as Watson's face was dumbfounded, a dazzling white light appeared and quickly enlarged until it wrapped the entire cliff, and even a section of sandy beach connected to the sea under the cliff was not let go.
After the white light 'covered' the ground, it began to swell and became taller again, stopping until it reached a height of more than ten meters.
"this is···"
"Humph! This vomit ... um ... cough, this is my territory!"
Bang ~
With the sound of the iron-iron clash ~ EbookFREE.me ~ white light began to slowly disperse.
Tall brick chimneys, huge melting furnaces, and the temperature inside made Watson feel 'hot', and the entire cliff was covered with white stone bricks, and there were many empty shelves on the stone bricks.
Watson froze at the tall building in front of him: "A big boiler?"
"Big boiler ?! This is a blacksmith shop!"
A muscle with karmic masses, about half the height of Watson, with a mopping moustache, and two small horns of the ‘mini-level’ dragon on his head, he walked step by step in front of Watson.
The big hammer with a square head higher than his hand slammed to the floor.
Both eyes glared round, glaring at Watson.
The blue muscles of Hong Biceps on his arm were exposed, as if he was about to put Hua Sheng to death.
"Stinky boy! Did you just pour big dung from my jar! Ah? !!!"