Everyone was very happy to find a good reason to eat up this winter wolf cub because they had to hurry up and restore their combat effectiveness to prepare for the battle that might be about to come. No one would worry about whether they could defeat the winter wolf. For a warrior, even if they died in battle, they were much more decent than starving to death.

Looking at the partner who was active because of the food, the elf shook his delicate pointed ears with concern, glanced at the drag marks and blood grooves left when the Orientals walked back with the Winter Wolf, and said to the old pastor who was standing at the entrance of the cave in a silent state: "Pastor Zemur, can you tell what kind of human language system this mysterious Orientals uses? I think we should communicate with him! The fighting skills he used are so strange... a rock?"

"Maybe it is some kind of ancient human language from the Eastern mythology continent..."

Pastor Zemur's voice was very low, and he said gently: "I'm not sure that the Eastern Continent is a mysterious place. Although we are located on the Western Star Continent, all kinds of mysterious legends from the Eastern Mythical Continent have been circulating since ancient times, but few adventurers have successfully arrived at the Mythical Continent. Apart from knowing that they have golden skins, eyes and hair colors that look like stars in the night, we actually know nothing about them..."

"Damn it! Don't think that if you wear a white vest, I won't know you anymore!"

From the elves' seductive lips, I vividly spit out the language that the Orientals roared when they were fighting against Donglang. Although I didn't understand the meaning, after experiencing the pronunciation and grammatical structure, the elves who were proficient in more than a dozen racial languages ​​guessed: "Maybe it was the spell they Orientals used during the battle..."

The elves watched the Oriental, who had smiled for the first time in three days, squatting at the fire and soup pot. He became deeply curious about him. In addition to the very short period of excitement when he woke up on the first day, he had been squatting at the entrance of the cave and silently. Perhaps after he could get Pastor Zemur to regain some energy after eating, he could bless him with a "language-savvy" magic technique, so that they could learn about the mysterious Oriental Mythical Continent through this Oriental.

Aladdin, a half-lamb who considers himself a gourmet, has washed and peeled the little winter wolf and decided to use its bones and some internal organs to make soup. The remaining part is used to make a delicious barbecue. The solid barbecue can make everyone feel full in their stomachs. The broth can help their partners quickly recover their strength to benefit the winter wolf pack that they don’t know when will arrive.

After skewing the wolf meat with branches, Aladdin discovered that there was no enough wood in the cave.

"Hey!"

He shouted, yelling like a commander: "Dear son of the wasteland, and our respected captain, if you don't plan to eat raw meat, go and get Aladdin some wood that can burn into a lot of flames!"

Half-Green is famous for the good cooking skills of all races, which gives him the qualification to direct these big guys who only know how to cook food and stuff them into their stomachs. This is also why Half-Green thieves who only use short bows and are not very proficient can serve as deputy captains in the adventure team.

Compared with hard dry food, delicious barbecue and soup are the greatest comfort after working hard in the wild for a day.

Although his limbs were already weak, the barbarians and dwarves, encouraged by their appetite, immediately picked up their battle axe and rushed to the big tree that was dragged back by the barbarians outside the cave. After a splash of wood chips, the two of them took back a pile of fresh firewood and threw it into the almost extinguished fire.

"Oh! Spalako! You rock brain! Are you going to turn our lunch into supper?"

Aladdin looked at the fire that was crushed by a pile of wet firewood in anger. The already hungry barbarians and dwarves obviously ignored the weather. The big trees that had just been dragged back from the snow were not so dry. The fire that had been extinguished obviously could not provide enough heat to dry them.

While cursing, Aladdin took out two flints from the lining pocket of the half-body chain mail, and squatted by the fire and watched them tidy up lunch. He pulled a few handfuls of bear hair from the bear-skin mattress that originally belonged to the barbarian and threw it on the ashes, and knocked it desperately.

However, the bear-skin mattress that was squatting on the hole and looked at the snow scene for three days was already wetter than fresh firewood, and the sparks smashed from the flint were not lit at all, which made the Half-Gallant even more angry. Just as he was about to jump up and fight the two culprits who had been extinguishing the fire, the Oriental who had been squatting next to the fire suddenly stood up. In the surprised eyes of the members of the adventure team, a crystal clear bottle was raised from the blanket where he had been sleeping for the past three days.

There are two bottles made of crystals. They were discovered by Orientals when they failed to use the teleportation scroll and fell near the entrance of the cave. They contained some transparent liquid, which looked like water. However, the things contained in such a delicate and expensive crystal bottle should be some special potion or precious alchemy reagent. Otherwise, this Oriental would not hold it tightly in his hands when he used the teleportation technique to escape in a panic.

Since I don’t know what is in the bottle, the members of the adventure team dare not open it easily. After all, the orientals from the legendary Mythical Continent are full of mystery everywhere. If it is some dangerous alchemy reagent, it may bring danger to everyone!

So after the Orientals woke up, they returned the two crystal bottles containing transparent liquid to the Orientals for their own care.

The Oriental people walked to the fire with one of the crystal bottles, and gestured to signal the barbarians around them, the dwarfs and the half-sheep men to get a little aside, and piled up the fresh firewood thrown by the barbarians on the embers of the fire. Then, they unscrewed the crystal bottle in the eyes of everyone's curiosity, and a strong aroma of wine was emitted, causing the barbarians and dwarfs who were already very addicted to alcohol to twitch their noses.

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Chapter completed!