owlsbooks Chapter 924 Lynn's luck and unexpected visitor
Chapter 924 Lynn's luck and unexpected visitor
Chapter 924 Lynn's luck and unexpected visitor
Lynn paused for a moment as he swiped his fingers on the robe.
The golden woman leaned against him, her face turned slightly, and she rested on his shoulder softly and bonelessly.The soft and greasy fragrance permeates silently, and just by smelling it a little bit, you can feel your heart swaying and your body warming up.
But Lin En, under the strong smell of spices and grease, can accurately identify the cold smell belonging to the undead.
"Nilda, I've made up my mind, I don't need your protection." He suppressed his beating heart, stretched out his left hand with the silver chain, and pushed the woman away:
"I am a necromancer, not a necromancer. I am very grateful for your kindness, but, rather than being with you forever, I would rather lie on the altar and have my throat cut open by your stone knives!"
"why!"
Nilda's expression changed drastically.
That face covered with gold powder and runes, which looked mysterious and beautiful under the firelight, suddenly revealed a faint green, slightly dark brilliance.The soft long hair hanging down the back was raised high, and the ends of the hair even began to swell, making a thin snake hiss.
The priestess trembled all over, raised her hand subconsciously, and then dropped it at the last moment before touching Lynn:
"Why reject me! I love you so much, I am even willing to enter the kingdom of my lord with you, and share the happiness of eternal life with you! It's not like you can't accept dead spirits! Isn't there that golden skull by your side?!"
"That's a partner... not a lover..." Lynn's weak voice of defense was lost in the angry questioning of the priestess:
"Who wants to marry his own skeleton..."
Nilda slammed the door angrily and left.Only Lin En was left silently sitting in the stone prison, sighing sadly:
He shouldn't think that he is already at level 9, and his strength is strong enough. He heard that there are strange undead here and wanted to come and see them.It's all right now, the Necromancer has seen it, and he can't run away...
Sure enough, a large part of the mage was killed by his own curiosity.The proverbs of the predecessors should not be kept in mind!
"I'm sorry, it seems that you can only accept fate with me..."
Lynn stroked the space bag and whispered to himself.With the care of the priestess, his interspatial bag was not even searched, it was just sealed by force, and nothing could be taken out.Since then, the Golden Skull has been sleeping until now.
Fortunately, Mr. Troka has been released.Hope it runs far enough, all the way to safety, and never looks back.To be a healthy and powerful Warcraft, to live happily...
Lynn slowly lowered his head.Soon, he raised his hand again, and his fingertips kept moving on the robe:
In the previous ceremony, there were still 35 runes he saw on the edge of the coffin that had not been analyzed.Although his ability to cast spells has been sealed, his thinking ability and calculation ability are still there!
It's a pity, that transparent skull, if only I could touch it once...
Gretel didn't know that when Lynn was in prison, he had such a strange luck.At this moment, he and the team members are setting up camp in the wilderness, preparing to spend the night.
Cerilla opened the mage's hut familiarly, and took out a bunch of pots and pans from the space bag.Bernard automatically and self-consciously went to collect firewood and prepare to cook, while Apa stamped his hoof on the ice by the stream, trying to make a hole to get water.
As for Gretel, after looking around, he found a big tree with the thickest trunk and the longest age, and leaned against the tree with the black cat in his arms.He tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly, obviously in meditation.
Balencimo looked left and right.His teammates appear to be experienced when it comes to field trips.The camp chose a sheltered place on the edge of a hill. The terrain is slightly higher, the land is flat and firm, and the distance from the bank of the stream is suitable, and it does not block the passage for wild animals to drink water;
Although the dragged firewood was covered with a thin layer of snow, after shaking off, the wood underneath was still dry.The hardwood is built into a triangle underneath, covered with pine wood, and then covered with a layer of dead branches;
There is a circle of warning magic around, and the elemental power pulls up thin silk threads, each thread is decorated with translucent bells, as long as it is touched, it will definitely ring...
It seems that even without him, these few can live well?
Then what do you want me to do!If you lead the way, people will walk in a straight line; if you negotiate, you will not meet people in the wild; if you set up camp, people will solve the problem by themselves...
No!
Be sure to show your worth!
Once you get the equipment and the salary, you must show that you are worthy of the salary, and you can't be a salary thief!
He looked around carefully.On the snow, no suspicious footprints;
The edge of the bush, no unusual breaks, no fresh hair and dung;
On the trunk of the big tree, there were no traces of scratches, and no traces of sharp claws...
Generally speaking, this is a fairly safe campsite, so you won't sleep until midnight and be woken up suddenly by something.
Balencimo returned to camp with satisfaction and dissatisfaction.Then, at the first sight of the center of the camp, he couldn't help it:
"What are you doing? A pot of stew?! No way, such good meat!"
"Such good meat needs to be stewed!" Bernard had already finished putting a layer of meat, and was putting tubers into the big and deep pot. Hearing this, he raised his head:
"Don't worry, the stew I made is the best!"
"But it's such a good meat, it's a pity to stew it in one pot..." Balensimo argued almost instinctively.He immediately came back to his senses and looked at Cerilla:
"Ma'am, can I make an extra serving? I brought some lunch boxes, and the space bag can hold..."
Celia nodded without thinking.Balencimo happily took out a pan, a round pan, a large stone slab, and a black spatula from the space bag.Then, he took out a bunch of seasonings and arranged them in a row:
"This is an oyster from the seaside of Waltham. I heard from the locals that last year's oysters grew very well and were very fat. This kind of oyster, add a little salt, and roast it on the grill, and the juice can burst out directly!"
"This is venison sold by the aborigines. The meat is a bit hard, and it's better to add some seasoning. Ah... the fresh berries just picked this autumn, it's so good..."
He deftly sliced the venison into thin slices, mixed several kinds of berries, and squeezed it with his master's hands.The juice dripped down and dripped on the venison:
"This sweet and sour fried steak is my specialty. I am most familiar with the taste of each berry in each place and how to match it!"
"This is a pheasant that grows up in the woods and eats fruit. Now is the fattest time. We will clean its stomach, fill it with corn, chestnuts and mushrooms, wrap it up and bury it by the fire..."
He moved his hands deftly, and after a while, three or four pots had been set up on the fire beside him.Bernard, Cerilla, and Apa who came back after drinking the water squatted in a row, sniffing the aroma gradually coming out of the pot.
Seeing that Cerilla couldn't bear to catch it, the sound of stepping on the snow suddenly sounded in the woods, and the young man shouted happily:
"Hey buddy, can we share a little?"
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