"Hey, girl! Look what I caught for you." Kordak grinned and raised the snow rabbit in his hand: "In the previous adventures, you and Silenos were basically the ones cooking. Today I'm going to let you see My craft!"
Vera's face was as pale as paper, and she smiled with difficulty: "It must be terrible to eat."
"It doesn't matter if it tastes bad, but you need food and energy now so that your injuries can recover." Kordak replied nonchalantly while skillfully starting to skin the rabbit. This was a skill gained from dismembering Warcraft for a long time.
Kordak grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the skinned rabbit, and then threaded it on the branches. He took out the fire stick from his arms and lit the fire carefully.
"The quality of the magic fire produced by the Eye of Secret Magic is excellent, and it can remain unextinguished at such a low temperature!" Kordak nodded with satisfaction.
Vera seemed to be infected by Kordak's optimism. She raised her head and showed a weak smile to Kordak.
The aroma of barbecue slowly came out, and the rabbit meat turned from pink to golden yellow under the action of the flame. A few drops of rabbit oil trickled down and fell on the flame, making a sizzling sound.
"I didn't expect it to be so delicious when roasted! Humph! A rabbit like that in that shitty black shop cost me two gold coins, and it doesn't smell as good as mine. When I get old, I will sell roasted rabbits. I have to sell that rabbit in that black shop. It's too crowded!" Kordak was still worried about the few gold coins he had received before. He took out his dagger and cut off a piece of rabbit meat of good quality and handed it to
Vera: "Try it, there is no seasoning here, just make do with it for now."
I have to say that although Kordak usually cooks mediocrely, the rabbit meat he grilled this time was really good. The outer skin is golden and crispy, and the inner meat is tender and juicy. Although there is no seasoning added, it can be regarded as a high-end delicacy based on the control of the heat.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Kordak asked with his eyes wide open. This rugged man seemed a little nervous at this moment.
Vera nodded slightly: "It's delicious."
"As long as it tastes good, just wait a minute and I'll bake it for you." Kordak said happily. He wiped his face that was stained by the charcoal, and then concentrated on baking it again.
Vera looked at Kordak's serious expression, and a strange emotion suddenly grew in her heart.
Even though she was seriously injured, even though it was windy and snowy outside, all the pessimism and despair in her heart disappeared at this moment. As long as she looked at the dedicated man in front of her, her heart was filled with peace, as if as long as he was there, no matter how big the difficulty was, it would no longer be a difficulty, and no matter how many ups and downs there were, it would no longer be a setback, because there was a man who was working for her. Be careful.
After eating most of the rabbit, Vera's face became rosier.
"I'll give you the last rabbit leg. I can't eat any more." Vera handed it to Kordak.
Kordak is not too pretentious. He is suffering from hunger now, and he cannot take care of Vera unless he is full. So he took the last rabbit leg and gnawed it hungrily.
"Oh! I didn't expect the rabbit I roasted to be so fragrant." Kordak said vaguely while chewing the rabbit meat.
"Hmph, it's far behind. You can only control the heat well, but you don't even have any seasoning, and it tastes completely tasteless." She felt a little better, and Vera was in the mood to quarrel with Kordak again.
"That's not easy. When you go back, you can have as many seasonings as you want. Then I'll roast the rabbit until you vomit! I promise to eat you like a little white pig." Kordak said with a smile.
"You are the pig! You are the old black pig!" Vera was furious, raising her pink fist and preparing to hit Kordak. But he didn't expect that this big move would affect the wound again, and blood would flow out again. Vera frowned in pain, and her originally rosy face turned pale again.
"Damn it, lie down here and don't move." Kordak was also surprised. He asked Vera to lie on his lap so that he could check the wound easily.
Kordak didn't expect that Vera's injury was worse than he thought. Even after such a long time, the wound was still bleeding out, and Vera's back was almost blood red.
"Drink the healing potion." Kordak knew that Vera also carried a bottle with her. He originally wanted to wait for a while before using it to let the potion take full effect, but judging from the current situation, it seems that he can no longer tolerate it. No more waiting.
Kordak cleaned up the blood around the wound and then made a simple bandage with the bandage he brought with him. It was only then that Vera's complexion improved, but Kordak's heart was full of shadows at this time: Judging from Vera's current injuries, she still needs at least two bottles of healing potions to recover.
"Healing potion, healing potion..." Kordak frowned and thought.
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"Damn it! Are you fucking crazy? You will kill us all!" Deville ran out of breath, but even so he did not forget to curse Regnar.
"Stop being hypocritical here! I don't believe you will let us go!" Regnar said viciously. This guy has been pestering Annelotte since they met, although Annelotte's answers were very strange. Eight of the sentences were lies, but they still made Regnar feel unhappy with his boss.
He angered the snow troll, partly to escape Dwyer's control, and partly out of anger at Dwyer.
"Then I won't let you go now!" Seeing that the Snow Troll was still a little far away from him, Deville's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he raised his hand and waved two magic missiles.
Regnar dodged sideways, but since Deville was not far away from him and the space in the cave was small, the magic missile still hit his left shoulder. Huge impact
It knocked Regnar's center of gravity off his feet, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing that De Vere had broken his skin, Regnar naturally stopped holding back. He subconsciously blocked Annelotte behind him, took out two throwing knives and threw them over.
Deville began to chant the second spell as early as after the sneak attack, adding protective arrows to himself. So Regnar's flying knife hit the magic shield lightly, and Deville was not hurt at all.
Regnar naturally didn't want to kill a level 12 mage with two flying knives. After he let go of the flying knives, he pulled out his own flaming blade and pounced on him. All idiots know
The Tao cannot distance itself from the mage. Although it was the first time for Regnar to fight the mage, he also understood this truth.
Looking at the flaming blade emitting magical light, Deville's eyelids jumped fiercely. He didn't expect that this poor, dry-looking kid actually had an enchanted weapon, and in this moment of confusion, Regna had already rushed over with a ferocious expression.
I have to say that Deville is still a little overconfident. As a mage, he not only attacks the enemy from a short distance, but the fighting venue is such a narrow place. Even though he was six levels higher than Regnar, it was still very scary to be approached by a warrior like Regnar who was known for his speed.
Regnar held the flaming blade tightly in his hand and quickly approached Deville. The flaming blade slashed towards Deville's throat with a red arc.
Deville completed his second protective spell—Stoneskin—at the moment the dagger struck. This is a very practical spell to resist physical attacks, and the huge power gap also means that Regnar cannot gain anything with just one blow.
In fact, even if Deville let Regna slash him, it would still take five or six cuts to break this magical protection. Therefore, Regnar's full blow did not cause any harm to Deville, but the huge force knocked Deville staggering to the ground.
There was a burst of cold sweat on Deville's forehead. If he had completed the stone skin technique just one second later, Regnar might have cut his throat. The fear of facing death and the humiliation of being suppressed by such a weakling made him lose his mind.
"Go to hell!" Deville once again threw two magic missiles to repel Regnar, and then started chanting another spell.
Annelotte was watching coldly from the side. It had only been five or six seconds since Deville sneak-attacked Regnar. Anyway, neither the Snow Troll nor Deville's followers have chased him yet, and Annelotte is happy to have a fight between Regnar and Deville—she wants to see what Regnar will do when facing a mage. Performance.
As Annelotte expected, Regnar suppressed Deville at the beginning of the battle. Terrain, distance and weapons brought countless troubles to Deville, but these were just troubles.
The huge level difference will not be completely compensated by these conditional factors. Apart from anything else, Deville can block several attacks from Regnar by just releasing a stone skin spell. And this little time was enough for Deville to sing a lethal spell to severely injure Regnar.
In fact, Deville did the same. Huge magical energy condensed on Deville's fingertips. It started as a dot of green light, but as the chanting progressed and the magic power was input, the green light gradually turned into a light group and condensed in Deville's palm.
But Annelotte, who was watching with cold eyes, changed her expression when Deville read out the first spell-casting scale. Because she could tell that what Deville was about to cast was a highly lethal sixth-level spell—dissociation.