Netheril’s Glory

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(The previous title is wrong, it should be 150 chapters)

“Waaaaaa, enough is enough, too much”!

Seeing that Punk threw the big water ball, Concay was in a hurry. His battle energy could not control so many things at the same time, so he could only throw down the iron pot, then roll up the water ball and the salt pile, and strip off part of the whole moisture. , And finally wrap the extra water polo on Bahange.

“Okay, now it’s time to show real cooking.”

Concay shook the wok filled with water, then put the packed rabbit in.

“Next is dicing.”

The huge rabbit couldn’t fit into the pot completely, so Concay used battle energy to cut the rabbit with meat and bone into 3 cm square pieces.

Handle the most important ingredients-rabbits, Concay bent down and pulled out a dozen or so tender grasses on the grass, each minding their own business said in his mouth:

“Although this kind of wild grass can be seen everywhere, it is indeed an excellent seasoning, and our hometown often uses it to make soup.”

When he stood up again, he already had a handful of emerald green grass leaves, no trace of mud on the white rhizome, and the curving shape of the grass was particularly elegant under the sunset light.

Concay shreds the blades of grass together with the roots and puts them in the pot.

“Okay, then it’s your duty to heat the fire. Remember to control the temperature. This is just an ordinary iron pan, don’t burn it!”

“Relax, I’m a Wizard who is good at Alchemy.”

Punk gave Concay a blank look, and then released a ray of flame in his hand. The bright firelight penetrated under the iron pan as if he were alive. Concay also condensed a little battle energy to serve as a pot lid. Soon, a pot of grass stewed rabbit will be completed .

Concay impatient removes the lid, he leans his head over to take a deep breath, and can’t help but lament:

“Well, it’s a wonderful taste, I already want to try it impatient.”

Punk also looked at the pot stew with some curiosity, and saw that the rabbit meat cooked by the high temperature flame turned into a blown and tender red, and there was a little jade green grass floating in the sauce in the pot Leaves, a scent of green grass fragrant and meaty, lingered in the small camp.

I have to say that the broth made by Concay really makes the index finger move.

Even unconscious people will be awakened by fragrance, which is not an exaggeration!

“Cough cough, Moradin above, this taste is really fragrant, not worse than the noodle soup of the poor Ke Ke cook in our Hammer Clan …

Wait, no, what ’s going on, I Bahange, where is this? “

Somehow, Bahange, half of his body wrapped in a water polo, attracted by the aroma of the broth, only exposed his head and breathed in the air, woke up from a coma.

Bahange, who is still unable to move because of scorching of the whole body’s muscles and nerves, the first concern is actually delicious broth.

“I can’t see it, this guy is actually a hidden foodie.”

Punk looked contemptuously at Bahange, who was staring at the golden light. At this time, Dwarf looked like he hadn’t eaten for 2 or 3 days.

“It’s really strange, why is this guy Bahange recovering so fast, is it the reason for the treatment of potion in Concay’s hands”?

Seeing Bahange wake up, Punk felt very unexpected. Although Dwarf with a strong body is waking up sooner or later, his injury is too good too quickly. Such a large area of ​​magic burn is definitely not just a bottle of 2 “Treatment potion” can do it.

Concay saw Bahange waking up and showed real happiness. He quickly put down the soup pot and pulled out a bottle of seemingly ordinary healing potion from the ring. He strode towards Bahange.

“Haha, I know that Dwarf like you will not die so easily, but you are really good at pinching the timing. It is just when you wake up and the broth is just finished.”

Unlike Concay’s enthusiasm, Punk was sitting next to the fire without moving the silhouette. He looked at the potion that Concay was holding in his hand and showed thoughtful eyes.

“Sure enough, is the potion in Concay’s hand unusual?”

Punk glanced coldly at Concay’s space necklace. In his heart, Ranger represented another level of danger, and a Ranger too terrifying that could output and return blood.

But now is not the time to fight. Wait until Golem I is repaired, or have more arrangements to deal with Concay. This guy will not fly out of thin air, and there is no need to take risks in his worst state.

So, thinking of this, Punk decided to concentrate on eating the broth in front of him. Although as a Half-Ancient Elf, he prefers foods like fruits, but this broth with a grassy aroma also has a unique charm.

Taking advantage of Bahange’s big appetite, Punk took the opportunity to bind a large portion of broth with magic power.

“Well, it tastes good.”

Punk carefully tastes the deliciousness of the broth in the mouth. The meat cut into the broth by battle energy is fat and not greasy. The tendons are smooth and tender. The aroma of grass is swirling between the lips and teeth. A soup can be said to stew the aromatic essence of the whole grassland.

Soon, 3 people sat down by the flame of Punk summoned, oh, no, Bahange, who could n’t move in the water polo, was standing, only in front of the two tall men Punk and Concay. Just as tall as 2 people sitting.

At this time, Bahange was looking up and drinking soup. As soon as he got the next moment of the soup bowl, the anxious Dwarf swallowed all the meat and bones together, and in less than 3 seconds, he used non-stop. Drank the remaining broth.

After drinking the soup, Bahange dropped the soup bowl and sighed with emotion:

“It’s delicious, I remembered the taste of my hometown again ……… hometown, hometown …… Where’s my hammer?”

“You think about it now, how can God of Forging Moradin have believers like you?”

Both Punk and Concay looked at Bahange in four places looking for hammers.

Finally, Punk spoke up and told him the sad fact.

“Your hammer was smashed by Tishachar. If you go back now, you might find a few pieces …”

“Damn Ahhh, damn Tishachar, that’s my ancestral hammer, so I lost it. If there is nothing to gain, how can I explain to the father of Divine Kingdom, although my grandfather has said that the battlefield is the most powerful weapon Okay, you ’re here, but what kind of iron do I use in the future? I do n’t even have any materials. “

Dwarf complained hysterically, while constantly looking towards the Magic Item of Concay’s Punk’s storage, then his eyes almost hung a “spoils of war share me” sign.

The scene was very embarrassing …

You know, Tishachar is not a Wizard, so it will not endlessly carry out experiments, so there will be no Alchemy material on her. The only few hundred gold coins are not even conspicuous even Concay.

After more than ten seconds of long hair silence, Concay said helplessly.

“Well, Mr. Bahange, let’s be sad. Tishachar has a bunch of poisons and antidote out there. There are no spoils of war, so you’d better rebuild a hammer.”

Concay doesn’t seem to want to tell Bahange Legendary Equipment. On the one hand, there is no memory of this Dwarf in Berserk. On the other hand, he can’t believe in the more selfish Dwarf.

Punk didn’t say anything to refute Concay, he was eager to know that Legendary Equipment had fewer people.

As a result, Legendary Equipment, the largest spoils of war, was concealed by Concay and Punk in their hearts. They looked at Bahange’s stiff facial muscles with helpless eyes.

Only Concay scraped a small half of the remaining soup from the bottom of the pot and handed it to the stiff Dwarf.

“How about, would you like some more soup …”