Chapter 529 A Bowl of Broth

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Volume Two [Dark Tide] Chapter 529 A Bowl of Broth

This is the first time since entering the Tasman that Roddy feels he can't turn his head around.

"Tracking" Roddy has it, and what he is using now is "Tracking: Undead" - this is the tracking skill brought about by the upgrade of the title "Undead Slayer", which can display all the undead near the map that have not entered the "stealth state" . And Rody has similar skills before, such as tracking beasts or humans, etc., but the sudden appearance of "Tracking: Demon" is something he has never heard of.

There is no other reason, Roddy has almost never heard of the creature type "demon" before!

In the game for so long, Rody has never seen any so-called "devil" creatures, not even "devil subspecies". But thinking about it carefully, Rody felt that he seemed to have heard the news of "discovering the xx demon" during the time before the time travel, but now he can't be sure whether his memory is accurate, let alone the specific content.

Roddy sighed silently: I obviously don't know as much about this world as I imagined.

The cavalry team had already come to check the surroundings. It was getting late, so Rody commanded the team to set up a camp outside the village to rest, and then he and Merlinsera studied the "devil subspecies" in front of them.

The opponent's arms were forcibly pressed against his chest by Melinsera's magic power, and his body stretched straight, as if tightly wrapped by an invisible force. From this angle, the crude clothing on the "devil subspecies" made it look like a human body, and Rody looked carefully, but he didn't find abnormally long arms or deformed claws.

"Lavender skin, it seems that some kind of elf variant has this skin color, but it seems to have been extinct for a long time."

Merlinsera said her judgment to herself, and started walking around the other party with her head tilted. Nata stood aside silently, while Akasha directed the high elf mages to set up a protective barrier for the camp, and started to make fire and cook food in the rain barrier.

Roddy frowned and stepped forward,

He reached out and brushed the messy long hair of this "subspecies of demon" aside. The cheek hit by the opponent Nata's fist was swollen, but when you look closely, you can find that her injury is recovering quickly, and the bruise is gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It has strong self-healing ability."

He ignored the thin melon-seeded face and the fearful eyes in the vertical pupils, and after glancing at the body wrapped in the linen clothes, he noticed the slightly raised breasts of the other party...

"Should be female—er, female."

Luo Di noticed that the other party's slender limbs were not born, but they seemed skinny and emaciated after excessive hunger. He reached out and touched the other side's ribs, and judged: "It should be long-term malnutrition, but it's not right..."

He turned his head and asked Nata, "This guy is fast and powerful?"

"Like a leopard."

Nata answered concisely.

If it is a guy with good speed and strength, it should not be a problem to get enough food and clothing in this kind of forest. Is there any special reason why the other party is malnourished?

Rody pinched the immobile tail of the other party, and could feel that the thin body was trembling slightly.

Merlinsera observed more carefully: "The style of the clothes is the same as that of humans, could it be caused by some mutation?"

"maybe."

In fact, it was for this reason that Rody did not choose to cut the opponent with a sword—he has been thinking about the relationship between the profession of "witcher" and "demon". The demon subspecies should be able to see some hints after cutting it.

But what if the other party is actually human?

However, when he tried to speak to each other in various languages, he got no response. The slender body could only struggle and tremble under the imprisonment of the magic power, and the clenched teeth never uttered any words that could be captured.

"Then what to do now?"

"Don't worry, let's talk about it after dinner."

Roddy waved his hand, turned and left.

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Smelling the smell of broth not far away, Nora swallowed with difficulty.

At this time, the magic power that imprisoned her has disappeared, replaced by a magic cage that cannot stand or lie down. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through the seemingly transparent cage, so I had to hug my body and curl up to prevent the rain from taking away my body temperature.

However, Nora already has no hope of escaping here, because she knows very well that none of the captured clansmen has been able to return to the clan so far.

The fear of death made her tremble all over, but what she thought of more in her heart was the emaciated face of her mother...

Ever since the undead and humans began to capture the clansmen, Nora has lived in unrest and turmoil with all the clansmen since she could remember. Eighteen years ago, all the same clan still had three villages scattered in the forest, and more than two hundred hunters who could hunt for a living...

However, now, the 18 remaining hunters can hardly support the remaining 200 old, weak, sick and disabled people.

Nora is not an official hunter, but a "scout" who has been assigned a reconnaissance mission—all of her missions are to use her excellent concealment skills to monitor humans and undead, and prevent her tribe from being discovered.

And once the village where the clansmen live is likely to be attacked, she must warn in advance and do her best to ensure that everyone survives.

This kind of life made Nora feel as humble as a mouse.

There has never been any yearning for a better life in her heart, because this struggle has made her and her people almost beasts.

But just when Nora's heart was ashamed, there was movement in front of the cage.

A bowl of hot soup was carried into the cage by magic power. Nora stared dumbfounded at the fragrant lamb chop soup in front of her, and was stunned at a loss for a while.

Not far away, the man exuding a terrifying aura glanced at her, turned around and walked back to the lively camp.

When Nora was stared at by that gaze, her whole body was a little stiff—she could feel the gaze of a predator, and the aura of disregard for life in it could not be concealed at all.

Speaking of hatred, Nora felt that she was not qualified to talk about "hating" anyone, because her instinctive desire for food had made her uncontrollably pick up the bowl, put her head down and started to eat.

The strong aroma of steak almost made her swallow her tongue, and Nora didn't even think about whether there was any problem with the meal. She even felt that... even if the other party wanted to poison her to death, she could still drink this bowl of soup willingly.

Because she is so hungry.

A bowl of soup was almost drank up in the blink of an eye, and even the bones of the lamb chops were chewed and swallowed by her with sharp and hard teeth. Nora raised her head, and a strange emotion suddenly appeared in her heart: that human is still alive. Will you come? Will he still feed himself?

I really want to drink another bowl before I die...it smells so good...

But to Nora's disappointment, the human who gave her broth never appeared again, only a big man with a tomahawk in his hand appeared after nightfall, who sat down on the stone in front of the cage, watching her boredly.

Nora touched the cage made of magic power, and a lot of doubts arose in her heart: she knew that undead could use undead spells, and she had seen many of them with her own eyes, but right now this kind of spell was completely different from that of undead with bones everywhere. Spells are quite different. Those soldiers in armor were different from any noble private soldiers or hunting teams in any village I had ever seen.

Maybe only the Great Elder knows who they are?

It's a pity that I can't pass the message back.

Knowing that her death was approaching, Nora felt depressed and hopeless.

But after being drenched in the rain in the middle of the night, Nora was awakened by the sudden shouts in the camp - torches were lit in the distance, and the sound of soldiers running could be heard. Nora looked around curiously, but followed Surprised to find that the magic cage in front of him became weak and unstable!

They were attacked?

Nora tried to push it, but found that the originally rock-solid "membrane" seemed to be broken at any time. Such a discovery immediately cheered her up—glanced at the guard who was facing away from her, she waved her hand violently, and smashed the magic cage with a "snap"!

No nonsense, the freed Nora quickly jumped into the darkness, and disappeared from the guards' eyes almost instantly.

The chaos in the camp continued, but Rody, who was in the center, waved his hands around two minutes later: "It's ok, everyone, go to sleep."

The noisy camp suddenly fell silent. The soldiers pretending to be attacked said nothing, and returned to their positions to continue resting. Only Melinthra looked at the darkness in the distance with excitement and said: "Brand this magic mark...let it I can find it even if I go to Laximan. But...do you really think you can catch a big fish?"

"maybe."

Roddy's eyes were deep, noncommittal.

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