Chapter 963 One step away from the two-horned beast
Earlier——
"I'm hungry."
"Kabul, I'm hungry."
"meal."
Kabul:……
"I'm hungry, do you hear me?"
"I said I'm - hungry!"
Kabul was so tortured that he had no choice but to stop.
"Mr. Mislen, I remember we had dinner not long ago," he said.
He pinched his eyebrows lightly and then said: "If this continues, I don't know when we will catch up with Mr. Jon."
Mislen: "I'm hungry."
Okay, Kabul raised his hands and surrendered.
Because he knew that this elf didn't mean to torment people.
Quite the opposite.
Being able to express one's demands without being so hungry that one rushes to the street is already the result of a certain tacit understanding between the two of them along the way.
Looking back, he couldn't remember how many times he had helped Mislen deal with embarrassing problems.
Sometimes he feels that Mislen is not even as good as a baby...
"Forget it, let's eat." Kabul breathed a sigh of relief.
Mislen had no other reaction and went directly into energy-saving mode.
In fact, the reason why Hisl failed to catch up with Jon and the others was because Mithrun kept obstructing them - even the Lord of the Labyrinth could not do anything about this elf who could not take care of himself but had a terrifying ability to fight.
Then here comes the problem.
What should we eat when we are extremely short of supplies?
The answer is "eating".
This is the so-called local use of materials.
"There are actually some mushrooms here, let's make some mushroom soup." Kabul suggested.
Mislen originally had no objection.
He only needs the most basic food to meet his physiological needs, and he has always been very casual about texture, taste, etc.
In short, as long as you can eat it.
But this time, after seeing the mushrooms picked by Kabul, he raised an objection: "These are deformed mushrooms. It's best not to eat them."
Although he is not a walking encyclopedia of monsters like Laos, Misren has been the master of the labyrinth and has a fairly clear understanding of some common or extremely rare monsters (plants).
"Deformed mushrooms? Isn't this thing extinct?" Kabul, who was originally excited, quickly covered his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the deformed spores.
Mislen said nothing.
He was really hungry and could save some energy.
Since the mutated mushrooms cannot be eaten, you need to find other ingredients.
Hard work pays off.
Although Kabul is not a professional maze expert, as a seasoned adventurer, he also has some experience in maze survival.
After exploring the surroundings for more than 10 minutes, he suddenly smelled blood...
The smell irritated his nasal cavity, making Kabul instinctively nervous.
However, judging from his many years of combat experience, the smell of blood was not as strong as expected.
"The battle should be over." Kabul frowned, constantly calculating the pros and cons in his mind.
No matter what the considerations were, he believed that it would be in his own interests to go forward and explore.
Draw your sword and lower your body.
After walking about a hundred or two hundred meters, Kabul saw a huge creature lying on the snow.
It has the head of a griffin and the body of a lion, with two weak wings drooping.
"This...isn't this a gryphon?" Kabul couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.
Griffin is a very dangerous monster. Generally speaking, without a well-organized team, there is almost nothing you can do against this overlord of the sky and sky.
But since he saw the dead griffon here, it means that the Mr. Jon he was chasing is not far ahead!
The heart was beating wildly.
Kabul stepped forward to check.
The griffin has been bled and cleaned, and the flesh in key places has been cut off.
Kabul became more and more certain of his suspicions.
Except for Jon and his group, no one else would attack a monster...not to mention it.
But now this dead griffin has done him a big favor.
Just as he said, Kabul used his sword to chop off one of the gryphon's wings.
He also cut off a part of the meat with a knife and used it as a food reserve for emergencies.
Drag your wings back.
Mislen still had that half-dead expression - there was nothing he could do, he was too hungry. He didn't even want to talk in the energy-saving state.
Kabul had no intention of chatting, so he lit the fire with the flint and steel he brought with him.
The flames burn brightly.
Kabul started grilling wings.
Compared with the skills of Sensi, Qiaoen and others, his cooking techniques are so crude that it makes people laugh.
But, this is an adventure.
Some people eat well, but it is rare to eat well and be full at the same time like Jon and others.
No.
It should be 'this is the only one, no other branches'.
The wings were so big that Kabul had to cut them in half down the middle.
Although there is a lack of seasoning and the cooking skills are not that reliable, Kaboul still maintains the basic cooking requirements.
That is, no raw food.
Just a little bit of paste, it's better than a bite of blood...
Zila Zila.
Grease dripped on the fire.
It makes a very relaxing sound.
Mislen lay quietly, saying nothing, just looking at Kabul.
In the first few days, Kabul still felt stressed.
But now, he doesn't care anymore.
Just watch it.
Anyway, no piece of meat will be lost.
Soon, two pieces of blackened grilled wings were ready.
Mislen struggled to get up and opened his mouth like a baby: "Ah."
Kabul cut off a relatively intact piece of meat with a knife and put it into the other party's mouth.
Until now, he was only happy.
Although elves need to be fed by others to eat, they do not need others to hold their chins when chewing, which is a blessing among misfortunes.
"It tastes terrible," Mislen commented.
Hearing this, Kabul's face turned red.
However, the skin color of the dark-skinned sports student is already dark, and no one can see clearly when he blushes.
"Eat quickly, it's good if it can fill your stomach under these conditions." Kabul said.
Mislen chewed silently.
Chew, chew, chew, chew, chew.
After eating a third of the half roasted wing, he suddenly said: "I'm full."
After saying that, he stood up.
"Let's continue."
"You really only think about yourself." Kabul said helplessly.
Complaints are complaints, but his movements are not slow at all.
Three times five divided by two and tidied up.
I didn’t forget to take the half-eaten grilled wings (130% cooked) and continued on my way with Mislen.
It should be said or not.
This kid Kabul is really all-powerful.
Not only does he have a strong fighting talent, but he is also familiar with the knowledge of guides.
The key is that Jon and the others did not hide their traces at all - after all, the opponent is the master of the maze, and the entire maze is under the opponent's surveillance, so hiding their traces is completely in vain.
This is a bargain for Kabul.
Follow the trail and walk.
He and Mislen soon came to a golden door that was cut into two sections.
"Wait, this is it!" Kabul seemed to have thought of something, and said to Mislen: "This is the deepest part of the maze!"
Mislen remained expressionless, just looking at the damaged golden door in a daze.
After being silent for a while, he slowly said: "The person who cut off this door is very powerful."
"It must be Mr. Jon!" Kabul said happily.
But at the same time, there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart.
After all, at the beginning, he swore in front of the group of elves that he and Mr. Jon would never go back on each other.
However, in reality, he only knew each other and had a meal, and it was just such a chance encounter...
Worrying about gains and losses, Mislen stepped forward.
He gently touched the broken part of the golden door with his hand and murmured to himself: "It only took one knife, it was clean and neat, very good. This person's strength is not inferior to mine."
He turned his head and said to Kabul: "You are indeed not lying. The tall man named Jon is indeed a powerful helper."
Kabul: Hehe, hehe.
When you don't know how to respond, just smile.
Mislen: "Then, let's move forward."
Kabul came back to his senses and nodded slightly.
Crossing the gate easily, the two saw collapsed gargoyles all over the ground.
Most of those gargoyles were broken and had long lost their ability to move.
Kabul touched his smooth chin: "It seems that Mr. Jon and the others have also experienced a very difficult battle."
hard?
This question is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.
At least in the opinion of Mislen, a combat expert, fighting against gargoyles should be a one-sided torture.
After observing for a moment, the one-eyed elf said: "These are not the marks of a slash, but the marks of a blunt instrument."
Kabul also reacted, observed carefully, and said: "It's really strange. With this strength, could it be a troll?"
I knelt down and looked carefully, but I didn't find any footprints similar to those of a troll around.
Mislen looked serious.
But because there are too few clues, I can't figure out the reason.
Kabul wondered: "Could it be the dwarf in their team?"
As we all know, dwarves are very strong.
Those stocky monsters are not only good at digging, they are also good at smashing the heads of their enemies.
Mislen said nothing.
After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like a dwarf, but let's move on."
If you don't understand something, don't think about it.
Anyway, wait until you meet the real owner.
All mysteries will be revealed.
Walked for a while again.
The two found obvious signs of camping, and even the fire was still emitting waves of residual heat.
Kabul slapped his thigh: "Finally we caught up! Let's go quickly, Mr. Jon and the others must be right in front."
Mislen nodded slightly, then he remembered something and raised his hand: "It is more convenient to use transfer spells than to start."
"Wait! Transfer spells can't work!" Kabul was about to stop him.
But it was too late, Mislen, who was full of confidence, directly used the transfer spell.
Then as expected, something unexpected happened.
Fortunately, this accident was not a life-threatening accident. At most, Kabul got stuck in a metal pipe built by the dwarves.
He got off guard and kept cursing.
You can achieve your goal right before your eyes, but you have to do it this way.
Come and mess with my mentality, right?
Unfortunately, Mislen's emotions were too weak. Apart from saying a few sorry words at the beginning, he just put on a stern face and allowed Kabul to attack without saying a word.
Fortunately, there were no accidents in the second transfer of magic, and Kabul was successfully able to get out of the pipe.
But after going back and forth, the two of them wasted a lot of time.
No matter how hard I tried to move forward, I still only caught the backs of Jon and others.
"Wait!" Kabul shouted, waving his hand.
However, the door in the distance had been closed, and the two of them could only watch the brass-cast carriage slowly driving deeper along the track.
Powerless, speechless, helpless.
…
…
In the carriage.
"Fortunately, I'm smart!" Laos kept boasting.
Jon: "Yes, yes, you are the smartest, you are very smart."
"How smart? Am I not very smart?" Malusiel was studying the dwarf runes in the carriage. When she heard Jon's words, she suddenly turned around.
Jon didn't expect that someone would still grab this title.
However, he didn't want to argue too much on this issue, so he just nodded at the two of them, "You are the smartest No. 1, and you are the smartest No. 2."
"That's about it!" Maruhil, who got the title of 'Big Smart No. 1', was immediately satisfied and started studying the runes again.
Leos chuckled.
Only Falin felt a little uneasy and said weakly: "Everyone, have you noticed that the speed of the train seems to be getting slower and slower?"
"Is there any?" Malusiel raised her head.
After feeling it carefully, she exclaimed: "When you say that, it seems that something is wrong."
Faline: "Yeah, right."
Jon: "I think there are two possibilities for why this situation occurs. The first is that we are almost there, the second is that we are about to encounter danger."
The danger is of course non-existent.
The dwarf's train traveled very fast and reached its destination at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.
It's like a ruins here.
Filled with many holes.
Moreover, the magic here is very confusing, making many spellcasters (not including Jon) particularly uncomfortable.
At this moment, a 'hillside sheep' attracted everyone's attention.
"That is!"
"The one who's completely black!"
"No way?"
Laos, Malusiel and Chilchak all opened their eyes wide and shouted in unison: "Bicorn!"
The two-horned beast represents the unfaithful and depraved monster.
The most famous one among them should be the one of Succubus's Shame under Gu Aotian's command. The eldest daughter of the Yellow Flower, the Succubus, couldn't ride the two-horned beast and made many jokes...
Back to business.
Saw the bicorn.
Everyone had mixed reactions.
Leos wanted to capture it with great interest.
However, Malusil said: "I just ate dumplings not long ago, so there is no need to spend extra energy to deal with an unfamiliar monster."
Laos defended: "I'm familiar with it, I'm too familiar with it!"
Obviously, this guy just wants to taste the bicorn.
However, they discussed for a long time and failed to come up with a result. Instead, the two-horned beast discovered the traces of everyone.
I don't know what the considerations are.
The two-horned beast wanted to attack, but after taking two steps, it suddenly turned back.
Laos was anxious and urged Jon: "Go quickly! If it were you, you would definitely be able to keep the two-horned beast."
I can't understand this.
Jon raised his eyebrows: "Expression?"
Chirchak said: "Don't be humble at this time. Hurry up and use your scumbag charm! I don't know how long it will take to see the two-winged lion. If we don't prepare some food rations, I'm worried that we won't be able to hold on."
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Jon:???
Why does the fallen bicorn like me?
This is slander!
Even so, he still took a step towards the position of the bicorn.
