Warhammer Throne

Chapter 10: , Camping (below)

Put venison, wild vegetables, two spoons of flour, pepper and other seasonings in an iron pot. A pot of venison soup full of fragrant meat flavor is out of the oven. Ryan and the Sorceress sit opposite each other and enjoy the delicious food. The Kingdom Knight took out a large spoon and a small bowl of venison soup, filled a bowl and handed it to Teresa first: "Lady first."

The sorcerer took it her part, and after taking a bite with a spoon, she nodded: "Your craftsmanship is indeed very good. You can act with you. At least I don't have to endure the disgusting and inferior food."

Ryan's movements stopped. He looked at Teresa's beautiful face in the moonlight, then looked at her silver pupils through her black-rimmed glasses with purple butterfly patterns, and suddenly smiled: "With my craftsmanship. There are not many knights of the kingdom, at least in Nord, there is no semicolon."

"...Would you like some bread?" Teresa took out an iron box with a few pieces of brown bread in it. It looked like the kind of mercenaries outside, but Ryan knew how could the Sorceress eat it. How about ordinary brown bread?

The most popular, most basic, and lowest-level food on the mainland is brown bread, but this is not the kind of brown bread sold in shops that Ryan saw when he was on the earth. This black long strip is made of part of wheat. The skin layer, germ, aleurone layer and a small amount of endosperm that are ground down during the milling process, and even part of wood chips and part of mud are baked. After baking it for a little longer, these brown breads will be like stone. The same hard, you have to break your teeth in one bite. The correct way is to boil it in hot water, and then soak in water to eat. Of course, the most disgusting thing is that the ratio of mud to wood chips in some brown bread is very high. Large, there are a lot of dirty things mixed in, and because the yeast is precious, most of the brown bread is fermented with the dung of the saber-toothed tiger. The dung of this beast that haunts the northern region all the year round is enough to make a big basket of black. Bread.

There has been a story like this. The thief entered a farmer's house, and the panicked housewife picked up the brown bread and hit her head, causing blood to flow all over the floor.

Ryan doesn’t have much experience of eating black bread. What he eats most at home is rye bread baked by the servants. This kind of bread does not include wood chips, mud, feces and the like during the production process. It is made by mixing rye flour and wheat flour, and the servant will add a spoonful of sugar, a few spoonfuls of butter and a little dregs in it, which still tastes very good.

But compared with the kind of brown bread Teresa was holding, it was scum.

The black bread in Teresa’s hands is made from sugar cane honey imported from Brittany, which is known as the sweetest on the mainland, and high-quality wheat flour imported from the Lucerne Plain near Brunswick, the capital of the empire. Galan black bread, the pieces of black bread in Teresa's hand are worth more than fifty silver coins. This kind of bread is soft and delicious, and can be eaten directly without the need for other things.

"If it hadn't been for a battle in the afternoon, I would have almost thought we had a picnic outside, my eldest lady." Ryan reluctantly said, using a fork to fork the deer chops in the bowl, eating the meat, and spitting the bones aside. .

"I put it here, you want to eat and take it yourself." The sorcerer was a little embarrassed now: "This is the first time I have come out alone. I'm afraid I can't eat the food outside, so I brought some."

"Come back. In the wild, you can eat what you can eat freshly cooked. If you don't think about eating dry food." Ryan waved his hand and refused, and he took the roasted deer leg from the shelf: "I want some more." Roast venison?"

"Okay." The sorcerer did not refuse, she was confident in Ryan's cooking skills.

Sure enough, the venison entrance did not have the fishy smell as imagined. The delicious and creamy venison taste came from the tip of the tongue. The crispy outside and tender inside made the female warlock squint her eyes with satisfaction: "Not bad."

"It's delicious." Ryan nodded, and after Teresa ate something to indicate that he was full, he directly took care of the rest.

"Time is running out. I am no different from an ordinary person. Hurry up and call everyone to a meeting." Teresa took the initiative to speak: "We have lost too much time."

"Oh? Don't you hate staying with a **** smelly man the most?" Ryan couldn't help but deliberately said when seeing the female warlock who has always been a cleanliness inviting him.

"Don't think I can't see it, you have a strange energy surrounding you, so there will be no peculiar smell... As for others, just sit farther." Teresa picked up the curtain and went in to change her body. clothing.

What she didn't say was that the light blue energy lingering around Ryan was very clear and pure, and made her feel very comfortable, so she was also willing to communicate with him more.

"The weather doesn't allow it now, otherwise I will find a way to get you some hot water to take a bath. After all, you can't just jump into the ice river to take a bath like I did." Ryan nodded, "I'll call everyone first."

"Yeah." The curtain of the tent was lowered.

Ryan went to the place where everyone was camping first, and gathered all the members of the mercenary group to have a meeting. The head Boris was seriously injured. When he was not strong enough, he forced a number of tricks with the Beastman leader. All his hands and meridians were damaged, and his body was still damaged. There are several fatal wounds.

Boris’s name, Ryan, has been heard. This elite-level berserker started his career with an axe, and later went north and south as a mercenary, and became known as his “blood axe”.

If the ordinary fighters are only slightly stronger than ordinary people and know more combat skills, then in addition to the increasingly sophisticated combat skills of elite fighters, their bodies have begun to be further strengthened, especially the berserkers like Boris. .

Berserker is an advanced class of warriors. This class gives up most of the defense power and puts all the talents into attack power. At the level of Boris's elite level, his arms can lift hundreds of kilograms of weight. Things, if you are on the battlefield, it is not a problem to deal with a dozen or so well-armed ordinary soldiers alone.

It can only be said that the Beastman’s racial superiority is too obvious. Take the previous Beastman leader as an example. The Beastman leader’s strength is probably at the peak of the elite level, but his performance in battle is completely overwhelming Boris. Shows the state of crushing on the wrist strength.

Everyone in the mercenary group had just finished dinner, and they were all in a relaxed state. Ryan could see that everyone was very tired. At the end of the battle, everyone asked what to do next. Ryan knew well. The group of people who had been delayed by the Beastman tribe had already lost Belt, so I just wanted to find a place to take a break for the time being.

After hearing Ryan’s call, everyone cheered up. Everyone sat down around the fire. Even though Boris was seriously injured, he still supported his body to listen. The deputy commander Wilt sat down with Banda. , Seeing Ryan's look a little puzzled, the deputy head added: "He is my apprentice, learn a little knowledge."

Ryan didn't say anything when he saw this.

At this time, a scent of lavender scented by, Teresa appeared in front of everyone. She replaced her black combat suit, and a sea-blue mink coat made her proud figure. The package is exquisite and elegant, the long hem almost hangs below the woman's calf, a pearl necklace hangs on her chest, and the silver high-heeled boots highlight her slender body line, which is conservatively estimated to be 1.7 meters. above.

The women in the Garland Council love luxurious life and enjoyment, and Ryan has a deep understanding of this.

"There's Teresa here, so let's start!" The sorcerer sat down beside the kingdom knight, gave him a wink, and signaled to start, so Ryan said: "First of all, a bad news, we put Bell I was lost. Before we met the Beastman, the distance between us and him was about three to four hours, but after fighting with the Beastman, we are now at least one day away from him. "

"Secondly, Teresa's mana is exhausted, and it will take a few days to recover, and we can't pin our hopes on the magic." Ryan continued, everyone turned their eyes on the female warlock, and the female warlock nodded silently.

"What do you think about the current situation? Or can you tell me something?" The flames of the fire lit up the faces of several people. Boris was injured and was silent. Wilt seemed to be thinking about something. Everyone can only see the bright moonlight and hear the crackling sound inside the fire.

All people sit cross-legged. Only the female warlock is a special case. Ryan has set up a maza for her, because Teresa definitely can't tolerate dust on her clothes, but this feels different in Banda’s eyes. He felt that the Knights of the Kingdom were deliberately pleasing Ms. Trovik. When everyone did not speak, Banda thought that it was time for him to act. Before, he had conceived a good plan. After listening to this plan, Ms. Trovik will definitely look at me with admiration!

"I have a plan, Ms. Trovik!" Banda suddenly said, ignoring Wilt's restraining gaze, and continued directly: "That's it, I think we should take advantage of it!"

"Putting after victory?" Ryan was interested, he reached out his hand to stop Wilt's expression of what he wanted to say, and motioned for Banda to continue.

Banda felt that Teresa’s eyes were on her body, and she talked more eloquently: "There is a clue, an important clue that you have overlooked, and that is the Magic Rock. Ms. Trovik is there. Didn’t you say it at the time? She felt the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Rock, so the fallen hunter must be located near the Ten Thousand Demon Rock. The Beastman tribe had been defeated by Ms. Trovik. I’ve heard the commander say before, Once the Beastman leader dies, the Beastman tribe will fall into a long period of internal fighting and civil strife. Then we will go to the vicinity of Ten Thousand Demon Rock to investigate tomorrow, and we will definitely gain something."

"..." Ryan let out a sigh, and his eyes floated for a long time. Boris coughed abruptly. Wilt bowed his head and remained silent. As for Teresa, who Banda cares most about, she used Look at him with idiot eyes.

Finally, Ryan took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Banda, if I now lead a complete knight order, then I will consider doing this, but we only have 20 or 30 people, and we have suffered heavy casualties, each with injuries."

"You may not know what Ten Thousand Demon Rock is, I'll tell you."

"Magic Rock is a kind of totem rock, also known as the core of chaos. It is the sacred totem of beast people. They are usually hidden in the darkest and most inaccessible deep forests, cave secrets or steep mountain tops. Anyone who dares to break into the chaos Those who do not split their toes in the area around the rock will be mercilessly angry from all the orcs within a hundred miles."

"There is usually a powerful guardian of the Doomsday Bull around Ten Thousand Demon Rocks. Even if it is me, facing the Doomsday Bull, let alone our 20 or 30 mercenaries, going there is completely to die."

Although the young mercenary dislikes Ryan very much, he cherishes his mercenary group very much. In the past few years, he has grown up in the mercenary group, so after listening to Ryan’s judgment, he just mumbled: “Who sent him to death? Not necessarily." I stopped talking.

"That's it, Mr. Lane. In the past few days of tracking, we have discovered that Belt's actions have the following patterns. His hiding route is erratic, and he has set up numerous obstacles to try to hide from Ms. Trovik. , But his overall path of travel is regular, that is, the whole is moving westward." Wilt took out a map, and he first put a point on a huge castle pattern in the middle of the map: "Seven days ago , Belt escaped from the winter city of the king's capital and chose to go west."

Then the deputy head of the mercenary swiped his finger to the left and pointed to a town sign: "Five days ago, our blood axe mercenary group and Ms. Trovik witnessed Belt in the small town of Lutop, but Belt immediately disappeared in the snowy field. Although we tried desperately to catch up, we lost Belt's footsteps near the Granson Trail."

"Next, it's the Mein Forest." Wilt put his hand on a large forest pattern. The Mein Forest is very large, accounting for almost one-eighth the size of the Nord Kingdom. Everyone is caught by beasts here. People attack.

"So Belt has always been going west. This is the rule we have summed up." Wilt said: "I don't know what Mr. Lane thinks?"

"Bert will want to escape from Nord, that’s for sure. Nord is hunting him everywhere, even though he can hide in the deep mountains and forests for a lifetime. Just like this, it’s a way of avoiding hunting by drinking blood and beasts. Choose, but he wouldn't do that." Ryan's face was serious, he realized something.

"Why?" Banda couldn't help asking again.

"The Cthulhu is not willing to have a useless believer. Whether it is a blood **** who likes blood and killing, or a master of tricks and deception, or a Shari who advocates the pursuit of depraved sensory stimulation, they will not want one. Useless believers, only the father of decay and sickness will accept all believers.” Ryan added an explanation, and then continued: “Therefore, there are only three possibilities for Belt’s whereabouts.”

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