Law of the Devil
Chapter 55 [Frozen Forest, World of Warcraft] II
Chapter 55 [Frozen Forest, World of Warcraft] II
It was completely dark and the sleigh drove quietly into the frozen forest. On the edge of the forest, trees are still relatively thin, and sleighs barely survive in the crevices of the forest.
What opened Dewey's eyes to was how wonderful the old magician was driving those sleigh snowdogs! He doesn't use whips or slogans like any trainer, often just simple instructions like running, stopping, or even simplifying to a whistle, or even a simple gesture! The snow dogs, as if they could fully understand human language and gestures, behave in accordance with every instruction of the old magician.
“You don't do the same magic on these dogs as I do, do you?” Dewey asked curiously. Since these days, Dewey has liked to have nothing to ask questions about. Although most of the questions were not answered by the magician, Dewey also knew that he would not abuse himself as long as he did not run away and did not annoy the old man.
“What do you think?” Magician answers with a hint of ridicule: "These dogs are much more obedient to you. ”
As the sleigh began to slow down, the forests in front became narrower and narrower, making it difficult for the sleigh to keep moving forward.
The magician stopped the sleigh and kicked Dewey softly: “Get out of the car, boy. Don't stay here. Hasn't anyone taught you that the colder you get in the snow, the easier it is to freeze to death? ”
When Dewey woke up, the old magician looked around and said faintly: "We're staying here tonight. ”
“Live here?” Dewey couldn't help complaining: “You... can't stay in a good town, you have to catch up to live in the woods... I thought you were going to rush all night! If you weren't planning on rushing all night, why didn't we live in town before? ”
“Because I like it, is this answer satisfactory to you?” The old magician replied with a smile and looked at Dewey. The tone was still very gentle: “Now, there's a tent in the baggage under your ass, and if you don't come back up, I promise you'll have another sore mouth. ”
My mouth hurts... this old guy is going to order me to slap myself again! Dewey couldn't help shaking. Though Dewey is smart, there is no way to meet an old man who is not soaked in oil salt and who is almost 18,000 times more powerful than himself...
With a belly slander in his stomach, Dewey slowly stood up to open his bags and set up a tent.
The tent job, these days, Dewey has been very skilled at exercising on the road.
The old magician finally didn't sit around like the big master and wait for Dewey to finish his work, and he got cautiously busy.
Dewey watched as the old magician moved: the old man grabbed a vial from the robe and sprinkled some green powder evenly from it.
He sprinkled the powder around, forming a big circle, surrounding the circle with two people and a sleigh and a tent.
The powder also doesn't know what the material is, it melts the surrounding ice and snow immediately after spilling it on the ground and releases a glow of green and shadow in the dark... it looks a little like a ghost fire.
Moreover, Dewey noticed that those obedient snow dogs seemed to be terrified of these green powders! Originally a gentle snow dog, suddenly became unusually nervous, and the furry body shrunk to death, shaking all over his body, at the same time constantly sending a sad and horrible howl.
The magician did some work, looked at the surrounding green circle satisfactorily, then went over and gently pacified a few dogs. He just patted the snow dog twice with his wide and thick palms, then lowered his voice: “Okay, don't worry... it's all right...”
The dogs fell back down.
Tied up the tent, and Dewey pulled over and said, "What is this? ”
“Prevents trouble.” The old magician put away the bottle, he had a thin robe all over him, and he didn't know where his bottle jars were usually hidden. Anyway, when he used them, he could touch them with his hands and feel something.
“Trouble? ”
The old magician laughed: "Kids, this is the frozen forest! It's not the trees, it's the beasts! A lot of warcraft you've never heard of, never seen. Especially at night, warcraft love to attack unprepared, sleepy prey. Often many adventurers fall asleep at night and turn into a monster dinner... the next day into shit. ”
“Are great mages like you afraid of warcraft?” Dewey played a ha-ha.
“I'm not afraid.” The Wizard shook his head: “But the two of us in this forest, it's like throwing two pieces of meat in a pile of flies! Do you understand? It will definitely attract a lot of things. Those things didn't pose much of a threat to us, but there were more flies, and it was troublesome to chase away a bunch of them. And, as I said… I want to minimize magic consumption before I reach my destination. Now, make a fire, let's get ready for bed... remember to do what I taught you before you go to bed, or you'll freeze into a popsicle in the middle of the night, I don't care about you. ”
Dewey was helpless... he didn't want to be commanded like a robot again, but he did it honestly.
Though it still hurts when your body twists and stretches, Dewey knows the benefits of this action for herself and has done the same with pain.
The old magician watched Dewey complete the task, with a little more satisfaction in his eyes, and he took a scroll out of his arms and opened it gently.
This is a wind magic scroll, and the old magician uses this scroll to create a windproof junction around it, and points to the tent: "Okay, go to sleep. ”
“I'd still like to ask… what exactly do those green powders look like? ”
“Really curious? I'm afraid you know, you won't be able to sleep at night.” The old magician laughed maliciously.
“... go ahead.” Dewey slowed down: “My curiosity is so high that I can't sleep without you telling me. ”
“Okay! Those are dragon dung.” The old magician shrugged his shoulder: “You wouldn't mind sleeping in a dragon's stool pile, would you? ”
Dewey: “…"
Dragon shit?
No wonder... many animals and animals rely on the smell of smell and faeces or urine to divide their territories. And dragons, without a doubt, are nature's most powerful creatures.
Sprinkled here with dragon dung, then other beasts must think there is a dragon here!
What demonic beast dares to provoke a dragon?
Although this is a good way to do it,... Dewey shook his head and fortunately, the dragon's stool didn't stink.
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In the middle of the night, Dewey woke up and, to be exact, he was cold awake.
In the tent, the old magician squeezed his eyes, slept perfectly and breathed evenly. The old magician had a little crystal ball hanging from his head in the tent. A fire magic scroll was used to turn this crystal ball into a “heater" that dissipates heat slowly, making the tent much warmer.
But in the middle of the night, the heat on the crystal ball had dissipated, Dewey Cold hands and feet had to climb up, pull open the tent, honestly repeat the set again in the snow.
With the completion of a set of moves, Dewey's whole body was warmed up and his hands and feet were getting warmer, and he sighed: his body was getting better and better, and the old magician's set of moves worked really well.
“If you met me a few years ago and practiced this twice a day, your body wouldn't be so bad now.” In the tent, the old magician suddenly said with his eyes closed.
Dewey is not surprised at all... this old guy seems to be asleep well, but don't try to escape his ears at all! In that regard, Dewey had already confirmed it when he tried to escape a few more nights earlier.
“I really didn't expect... the descendants of the Wuhun family, the Rollins, to come out of such a weak kid.” The old magician finished, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Dewey sighed, he stood in the snow, looking at the night...
The moon above my head has come out, the moon shines in the woods, all over the snow, snow phosphorus, but it's beautiful.
In the woods, one or two howls came from a hidden distance, and I didn't know what kind of beast it was coming from. A few snow dogs slept very well. Dewey stepped aside.
Sleeping in the middle of the night, he peed a little, in the circle of the dragon faeces, searched for a big tree root, pulled his pants apart and shook them violently.
It is said that further north, the weather will be colder, so cold that it is dangerous to pee! In cold weather like that, if anyone pulls their pants off in the wild, they promise to freeze his little JJ off!
Dewey sighed and looked back at the tent... when is this the end of the day?
This old guy hijacked himself and left without answering any questions, and Dewey was already holding his stomach for questions. Even he kidnapped himself to walk for nothing.
Outraged for her apprentice? In addition to blackmailing Vivian with some magic tools, Dewey is pretty good for that stupid chick. She took care of that chick when she was on a deserted island.
Even if you want to be angry, you've suffered a lot all the way. If you're angry, you're almost there, right?
So, kidnap yourself, blackmail the Rollins?
Dewey laughed... this old guy must have a good start. Even if the Rollins are very powerful, they don't necessarily have to be in his eyes. What can make him greedy?
So... is this about Chris being imprisoned on a desert island? But this old man must know more than he knows! What good is kidnapping yourself?
Dewey thought about it for a while, still had no clue, and was about to go back to sleeping stuffy...
Suddenly, in the dark woods, a voice struck him!
Whoops
Dewey, move! He's pretty spiritual right now. Come on, he's very sensitive to the movement around him! He spent so many days in the barracks next to the castle, he heard it... it was the sound of a bow and arrow!
Then suddenly a scream of voices came from afar!
A roar came along with human screams in the dark, followed by the shouting voices of more people...
In the distance, about northeast, Dewey sees a flash of red light in the dark! It's like some kind of fire happened!
Hidden, a roaring sound came, and then the human footsteps came from the woods... the sound was very hasty, as if fleeing...
Dewey frowned, he squatted down and listened quietly...
One... two... three... It seems that there are five or six people in the footsteps, these people are in a hurry, they are in a panic, but they are coming towards themselves!
In a single shout... As if it was some kind of beast shouting, a human scream immediately came again, as if it were a beast catching up with the escaped person...
Well, the footsteps are missing one, and I think it's another guy who died.
Less than a moment later, the sound of footsteps had arrived. Dewey saw the woods and four people rushed over, all wearing leather jackets, one with leather armor on the outside and one with a curved knife... but the knife was only half cut off.
The last person was the most miserable, half of his body was red, I didn't know if it was his own blood or that of his companion. With a bow in his hand, he ran and yelled: "Hurry! Come on, it's coming! It killed the captain! Run!! ”
The people in front had already run over a row of trees, looked at Dewey and suddenly yelled, “There's someone here! ”
Dewey hasn't spoken yet. The four snow dogs behind him have already climbed up. After Dewey, he grinned his teeth and jumped and yelled...
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