Open Your Quest Log Chapter 30

After the wolves receded, Mapra came out of the darkness.

The dwarf held a long dark dagger in his hand. Although it is a dagger, it is no different from a long sword compared to a dwarf's stature. The gray-black leather armor was stained with some dirt, and there were a few pieces of moss and dead leaves hanging from the hair, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I didn't kill it." This was the first sentence the dwarf said after returning. Immediately after, he added, "But it shouldn't live long." Mapra raised the dagger in his hand, returned to the bonfire, and sat down.

The dwarf didn't bother to explain what "it" refers to, the dangers and difficulties encountered in the process, and how he escaped those "dog noses", let alone why "it" didn't die. But don't live long. Although he didn't say any details, no one came forward to ask.

Barrett looked at the dwarf sitting by the campfire, a man of few words. He thought, not good at words, not good at communicating.

Silence is not a disadvantage, but it is not an advantage, at least not for the adventurer profession. If an adventurer doesn't brag, and doesn't boast about killing a goblin as if he had fought a dragon for 300 rounds, then he is not a qualified adventurer. But assassins don't need it.

"Although the welcome ceremony was a day late, it was much warmer than I thought." Old Will descended from the air, brushed off the dust that did not exist on his body, and said with a smile, "This is telling us' Welcome to the Misty Forest'?"

"It's a pity we didn't accept this kindness." Barrett was bringing the dead Winter Wolf together, "We couldn't attend the next dinner."

"Dinner? We're 'food'?" The half-elf heard the meaning behind Barrett's words. "This kind of welcome banquet is not very easy to attend."

"Food is really not a good role, but someone has to play it," Barrett replied.

"Then why are you called 'The Feeder'?" The half-elf joked that the barbarian didn't seem to be disgusted by his nickname.

"Because I'm not very good at playing the role of 'food', and I'm always bad at it." Barrett replied lightly. But my companion is always good at it, and he didn't say it.

While the barbarian quickly peeled off some of the wolf skins that were still in good condition, he thought about it in his heart. A full winter wolf pelt should sell for three gold coins, maybe more, but no more than five. But the flawed, bruised fur isn't even worth a gold coin.

Fur clothing such as wolf skins is actually not very popular in the Griffin Kingdom, but it is still worth some money after all.

Wolf skin is not tough enough to make leather armor. Even the winter wolf skin is not as good as the double-layer leather armor of cowhide tannin, so there is not much market for it among adventurers. The overall climate of the Griffin Kingdom is warm and humid, even in winter, it is not too cold, and there are very few seasons to wear fur clothes, so ordinary people will not buy them to keep out the cold even if they have some spare money. Only the rich or nobles would buy them to fill their wardrobes.

The northern part of the Griffin Kingdom - Nord uses these furs, but in Nord's terrain environment with vast hills, mountains, and forests, there are countless creatures like wolves.

Barrett could tell from the corpses which he killed and which were the work of half-elves and old Will.

All the winter wolf carcasses with well-preserved fur came from Barrett's sword, all! Years of adventurer career made him subconsciously let the prey retain a higher value at the moment of shooting - as complete a fur as possible, if the fur is valuable; complete internal organs or organs, if those internal organs are wanted; or the eyeballs of some kind of creature can Selling it for a big price, when Barrett kills it, he will cherish its "yellow orange orange" eyeballs more than the creature itself.

Barrett doesn't need to do this deliberately, everything is a subconscious reaction. He didn't know how long the half-elves and old Will had been in the adventurer profession. According to his understanding of the 'dirty novel' group, it should not be short, but these people have not been able to raise the same as Barrett. good habits.

Those shattered and scarred wolf corpses must have come from the half-elf's hands. This handsome "long ear" can shoot several times in the blink of an eye. The red double swords shine like thunder, and his fighting style is better than that of Barrett. The imagination is even more ruthless, and it is not at all different from those noble and elegant forest elves, but more like the style of the underground drow elves.

And the corpse under the spell of Old Will is worthless. Oh, that's not exactly right, at least the parts of the corpse that haven't been scorched can be used as food.

"Food" is indeed not a good character, but whether it is a forest or an adventurer, it is inseparable from it.

As for the ogres, our strong Moglock did not kill a single winter wolf, and only wounded two with the tower shield, but it protected Barret and the half-elves very well.

Of course, as a magical creature, the winter wolf has the spell-like ability to breathe out freezing air once a day. It has this ability because there is a strange organ similar to a bird's crop next to the stomach of the winter wolf. It is an extra visceral tissue that grows. The essence is actually not much different from a tumor, but it can slowly store magic power, and Release the magic power according to a certain law.

Removing and obtaining this kind of organ is a very delicate job, even if it hurts to the top, the whole organ is useless. The half-elf stood beside Barrett with a silver coin that had been cast on the "light spell", illuminating him so that the latter could look for that small piece of valuable "trophy" from the pile of blood and internal organs .

"Ellend did all these things before," the half-elf said suddenly.

"Ellend? Who is that?" Barrett asked casually. He focused all his attention on the corpse in front of him, and carefully removed a pale blue piece of meat covered with strange lines from the wolf corpse's chest cavity. It was cut out from the middle and put into a box next to it with the "Loot Preservation" spell attached. As long as it is not opened in the middle, it can guarantee that it will not rot for a month.

"Preservation of Booty" is a zero-level spell, which can be used calmly by even a novice magic apprentice. It was evolved from the magic of "preserving organs" by mages. This spell is usually enchanted on some utensils to store plants or organs that are more perishable. This kind of enchanted "loot preservation" tool is not expensive, so it is very popular among adventurers.

The half-elf watched Barret successfully put the meat in the box, and then said, "Ellend was once a member of our team, and he is also a Nord."

Barrett suddenly remembered the content of those strange words - a comrade who had died before the team was also a Nord. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Once?" Barrett asked calmly, "What happened to this person?"

The half-elf didn't answer until Barrett got up and looked at him, then said, "Ellende died to save us."

When Barrett heard such words, he couldn't help trembling in his heart, and suddenly there was an indescribable panic.

He panicked not because of the death of this man named 'Ellend'. The barbarian didn't know this adventurer from the same country as him, and he didn't care how Erend died because of saving people, let alone why the half-elf Will talk to him about this, he cares about those words.

Those words revealed some information in advance before he knew it, and the information was actually correct. what does that mean? Barrett didn't know; who, or something, was delivering these messages to him? Barrett didn't know either; why did such a bizarre thing happen, and what was its purpose? He still knew nothing.

"What? Injured?" The half-elf asked when he saw that Barret's face was a little bad.

"No, I'm just a little tired, it's fine." Barrett concealed. Thinking is not something he is good at, and the barbarian once again forgot these complicated issues and continued to collect the spoils.

The valuable loot was collected by the old Will into the space ring. There are a total of six furs and nine magic organs, the harvest is not bad, and they have almost no losses.

"We should leave." Barrett thought. While it's not a good idea to walk at night, it can be worse to stay. "The smell of blood here is too heavy, and trouble may follow."

Chapter end