A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Earlier -

"I'm hungry."

"Kabul, I'm hungry."

"Food."

Kabul: ...

"I'm hungry, did you hear me?"

"I said I'm - hungry!"

Kabul was so annoyed that he had to stop.

"Mr. Misren, I remember we had dinner not long ago." He said.

He pinched his brows lightly, and then said: "If this goes on, I don't know when we can catch up with Mr. Jon."

Misren: "Hungry."

Okay, Kabul raised his hands in surrender.

Because he knew that this elf didn't mean to torment him.

Quite the contrary.

Being able to express his own demands instead of being hungry to the point of falling down was already a result of some tacit understanding between the two along the way.

Looking back, he couldn't remember how many times he had helped Misren deal with embarrassing problems.

Sometimes he felt that Misren was not even as good as the baby...

"Forget it, let's eat." Kabul breathed a sigh of relief.

Misren didn't have any other reaction and went directly into energy-saving mode.

In fact, the reason why Hisel failed to catch up with Jon and the others was because of Mislen's constant obstruction - even the Lord of the Labyrinth could not do anything about this elf who could not take care of himself but had a terrifyingly high combat ability.

So here comes the question.

In the case of extreme lack of supplies, what should we eat?

The answer is "food fall".

That is to say, using local materials.

"There are some mushrooms here, let's cook some mushroom soup." Kabul suggested.

Mislen had no objection.

He only needed the most basic food to meet his physiological needs, and he was always very casual about taste and flavor.

In short, it's okay as long as it can be eaten.

However, this time, after seeing the mushrooms that Kabul picked, he raised an objection: "These are deformed mushrooms, it's best not to eat them."

Although he is not a walking monster encyclopedia like Laos. But Mislen has been the Lord of the Labyrinth after all, and has a very clear understanding of some common or extremely rare monsters (plants).

"Transfiguration mushroom? Isn't this thing extinct?" Kabul, who was originally excited, quickly covered his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the transformation spores.

Mislen didn't say anything.

He was really too hungry, and he saved as much energy as possible.

Since the transformation mushroom couldn't be eaten, he needed to find other ingredients.

Hard work pays off.

Although Kabul was not a professional maze expert, as an experienced adventurer, he also had some experience in maze survival.

After exploring the surroundings for more than 10 minutes, he suddenly smelled blood...

This smell stimulated his nasal cavity, making Kabul instinctively a little nervous.

However, based on his many years of combat experience, the smell of blood was not as strong as he imagined.

"The battle should be over." Kabul frowned, constantly calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

No matter what the considerations were, he thought it was more in his own interest to go forward and explore.

Draw the sword and lower your body.

After walking about one or two hundred meters, Kabul saw a huge monster lying on the snow.

The eagle head and lion body, with two weak wings drooping.

"Isn't this a griffin?" Kabul couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

The griffin is a very dangerous monster. Generally speaking, without a complete team, there is almost no way to deal with this sky and space overlord.

But since he saw the dead griffin here, it means that Mr. Jon, who he has been chasing all the way, is not far ahead!

His heart was pounding.

Kabul went forward to check.

The griffin had been bled and cleaned up, and the meat in the key places had been cut off.

Kabul became more and more certain of his guess.

Except for Jon's group, no one else would attack the monster... not the right one.

But now this dead griffin has helped him a lot.

He did it right away, and Kabul cut off one of the griffin's wings with a sword.

He cut off some meat with a knife and used it as a reserve food for emergency use.

He dragged the wings back.

Mislen still had that half-dead expression - there was no way, he was too hungry. In the energy-saving state, he didn't even want to talk.

Kabul didn't feel like chatting, and lit the fire with the flint he carried with him.

The flames burned fiercely.

Kabul started to grill the wings.

Compared with the skills of Sensi, Jon and others, his cooking skills were so crude that people wanted to laugh.

But, this is adventure.

It's good to have something to eat. It's rare to eat well and full like Jon and others.

No.

It should be "only one store, no other branches".

The wings are very big, and Kabul had to split it in half from the middle.

Although there is a lack of seasoning and the cooking skills are not so reliable, Kabul still maintains the basic cooking requirements.

That is, don't eat raw food.

It's better to be a little mushy than to bite a mouthful of blood...

Sizzle.

The fat drips on the fire.

It makes a very relaxing sound.

Mislen lay quietly, saying nothing, just staring at Kabul.

In the first few days, Kabul still felt pressured.

But now, he doesn't care.

Just watch.

It won't cost you a piece of meat anyway.

Soon, two pieces of charred roasted wings were ready.

Mislen struggled to get up and opened his mouth like a baby: "Ah."

Kabul used a knife to cut off a relatively intact piece of meat and put it into the other's mouth.

At this point, he could only feel lucky.

Although elves need to be fed, they don't need others to hold their chins when chewing, which is a blessing in disguise.

"It tastes terrible." Mislen commented.

Hearing this, Kabul's old face turned red.

However, the skin color of the black-skinned sports student was originally dark, and no one could see his blushing clearly.

"Eat quickly, it's good to fill your stomach under such conditions." Kabul said.

Mislen chewed silently.

Chew, chew, chew, chew, chew.

After eating one-third of the half grilled wing, he suddenly said, "I'm full."

After that, he stood up.

"Let's continue."

"You really only think about yourself." Kabul said helplessly.

Although he complained, his movements were not slow at all.

He cleaned it up in no time.

He also took the half-eaten grilled wings (130% cooked) with him and continued on his way with Mislen.

It should be said.

Kabul is really versatile.

Not only does he have a strong fighting talent, but he is also familiar with the knowledge of the guide.

The key is that Jon and his team did not hide their tracks at all - after all, the opponent is the master of the maze, and the entire maze is under the surveillance of the opponent, so hiding their tracks is a waste of effort.

This is a bargain for Kabul.

Following the trail, walking and walking.

He and Mislen soon came to a golden door that was cut into two pieces.

"Wait, this is it!" Kabul seemed to have thought of something and said to Mislen: "This is the deepest part of the maze!"

Mislen still had no expression on his face, just staring at the damaged golden door in a daze.

After a long silence, 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, he felt a little uneasy.

After all, he had vowed in front of the elves that he and Mr. Jon were close friends.

However, in reality, he only knew him and had a meal with him. It was just a casual encounter...

Mislen stepped forward in a state of anxiety.

He gently touched the broken part of the golden gate with his hand and muttered to himself: "It only took one cut, clean and neat, very good, this man'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: Haha, haha.

When you don't know how to respond, just smile.

Mislen: "Then, keep going forward."

Kabul came back to his senses and nodded gently.

After easily crossing the gate, the two saw the collapsed gargoyles all over the ground.

Most of the gargoyles were broken and had long lost their ability to move.

Kabul touched his smooth chin: "It seems that Mr. Jon and his men also experienced a very difficult battle."

Hard?

This question is open to everyone.

At least in the opinion of Mislen, a combat expert, fighting against gargoyles should be a one-sided abuse.

After observing for a while, the one-eyed elf said: "This is not a mark of a slash, but a mark of a blunt weapon hitting."

Kabul also reacted and observed carefully, saying: "It's really strange, with this force, could it be a troll?"

He squatted down to check carefully, but did not find any footprints similar to trolls around.

Mislen looked serious.

But because there were too few clues, he couldn't figure it out.

Kabul wondered: "Could it be the dwarf in their team?"

As we all know, dwarves are very strong.

Those short and strong monsters are not only good at digging, but also good at smashing the enemy's head.

Mislen didn't speak.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head, "It doesn't look like a dwarf, but let's keep moving forward."

Don't think about the problem you can't figure out.

Anyway, wait until you see the real owner.

All the puzzles will be solved.

Walked for a while again.

The two found obvious signs of camping, and even the fire was still emitting residual heat.

Kabul slapped his thigh and said, "Finally caught up! Let's go quickly, Mr. Jon and the others must be in front."

Misren nodded gently, and then he didn't know what he remembered, and raised his hand: "It's more convenient to use the transfer spell than to run."

"Wait! The transfer spell doesn't work!" Kabul was about to stop him.

But it was too late, and the confident Misren directly used the transfer spell.

Then, as expected, an accident occurred.

Fortunately, this accident was not the kind that endangered life safety. At most, Kabul was stuck in the metal pipe built by the dwarves.

He was broken and kept cursing.

Seeing that the goal was about to be achieved, it had to be like this.

Come to mess with my mentality, right?

Unfortunately, Misren's emotions were too weak. Except for saying two sorrys at the beginning, he put on a Sima face and let Kabul attack without saying a word.

Fortunately, the second transfer magic did not cause any accidents, and Kabul was able to get out of the pipe successfully.

However, the two of them wasted a lot of time in the process.

No matter how hard they tried to rush forward, they could only catch the backs of Jon and others.

"Wait!" Kabul waved and shouted.

However, the door in the distance had already closed, and the two could only watch the brass-cast carriage slowly drive into a deeper place along the track.

Powerless, speechless, helpless.

...

...

In the carriage.

"Fortunately I am smart!" Laos has been boasting.

Jon: "Yes, yes, you are the smartest, you are the smartest."

"Smart? Am I not smart?" Maruxiel was studying the dwarf runes in the carriage. Hearing Jon's words, he suddenly turned back.

Jon didn't expect that there would be someone to grab this title.

However, he didn't want to argue too much on this issue, so he had to point at the two people, "You are Smart No. 1, you are Smart No. 2."

"That's about right!" Maruxiel was satisfied when he got the title of 'Smart No. 1', and studied the runes again.

Laos laughed foolishly.

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?"

"Really?" Maluxier raised her head.

After carefully feeling it, she exclaimed: "Now that you say that, it seems that something is wrong."

Falin: "Is it?"

Jon: "There are two possibilities for this situation. The first one is that we are almost there, and the second one is that we are about to encounter danger."

Danger naturally does not exist.

The dwarf train is running fast and reaches the destination at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This place looks like a relic.

It is full of holes.

And the magic here is very chaotic, which makes many spellcasters (excluding Jon) particularly uncomfortable.

And at this moment, a 'hillside sheep' attracted everyone's attention.

"That's it!"

"The one with a completely black body!"

"No way?"

Laos, Maruxiel and Chilchak all widened their eyes and shouted in unison: "Bicorn!"

The Bicorn represents the monster of infidelity and depravity.

The most famous one among them should be the one that is the shame of the succubus under Bone Overlord. The virgin succubus made many jokes because she couldn't ride the Bicorn...

Let's get back to the point.

Seeing the Bicorn.

People had different reactions.

Laos wanted to catch it with great interest.

But Maruxiel said: "I just had dumplings not long ago. There is no need to spend extra energy to deal with a monster that I am not familiar with at all."

Laos defended: "I am familiar with it, I am too familiar with it!"

It is obvious that this guy just wants to taste the taste of the Bicorn.

However, they discussed for a long time and did not come to a conclusion. Instead, the Bicorn discovered the traces of everyone.

I don't know what the consideration is.

The two-horned beast wanted to attack, but after taking two steps, it suddenly turned back.

Laos was anxious and hurriedly urged Jon: "Go! If it were you, you would definitely be able to keep the two-horned beast."

I didn't understand what he said.

Jon raised his eyebrows: "Express?"

Chilchak said: "Don't be humble at this time, hurry up and show your charm as a scumbag! I don't know how long it will take to see the two-winged lion. If we don't prepare some food, I'm worried that we can't hold on."

Jon: ? ? ?

Why would the fallen two-horned beast like me?

This is slander!

Having said that, he still moved a step towards the position of the two-horned beast.