Demon Royal Family

The steps for cooking dragon meat are not complicated, the important thing is the recipe.

Following Guding's guidance, Ivo found more than a dozen kinds of herbs and plants in the jungle, lit three bonfires, built a simple shelf with branches, and placed the three pots he carried with him.

In the first pot, add water and three kinds of plants to cook the dragon meat. The water temperature reaches the boiling point, bubbling, and the water gradually turns into a rich black purple color. At this time, the water must be changed again and repeated three times. To five times, this is the initial filtering of blood toxins, slightly diluting the toxin concentration.

The other two pots are boiling different herbs, one is to remove the fishy smell and improve the aroma of the soup, and the other only adds a small amount of water to cook other herbs into a thick sauce.

In addition, there are several herbal condiments that need to be processed manually, the essence is picked, and then thrown into the soup.

Half an hour later, Ivo stood up, took out his dagger, cut the half-cooked dragon meat into strips, wrapped it in the third bite of dark green herbal sauce, and stir-fried it in the pot. After frying for a few minutes, he added water, covered the pot and simmered. After fifteen minutes, he opened the lid. The herbal sauce had seeped into the shredded dragon meat, and wisps of purple toxins were automatically discharged, visible to the naked eye in the water.

Finally, the soup was poured in for final detoxification and cooking. Not long after, a rich aroma of meat came out of the pot.

Opening the pot, a pot of light purple dragon broth came out. The concentration of toxins was greatly reduced and it was no longer harmful to the human body.

Ivo couldn't wait and ate it in large gulps. The shredded dragon meat was chewy, and the fragrant broth also contained some toxins that slightly numbed the tongue. It gave a different stimulating feeling when eating it.

After a pot of broth, Ivo feels refreshed and warm. He has fully absorbed the nutrition of the dragon meat and is full of energy.

Guding said again: "Practice can better absorb the nutrients of food. Ivo, let go of your mind and let me control your body."

Ivo asked curiously: "Why?"

"Transformation is the Mimic's most powerful fighting method. After you leave the tribe, no one will teach you how to use transformation to fight. I will teach you the Mimic's fighting method. When I control your body, your consciousness can Accurately senses the activities of body muscles, and the learning efficiency is very high."

Ivo hesitated for a while. Guding didn't look like he would harm him. He could take back control of his body at any time, so he felt free to let Guding control his body.

Guding controls his body to transform into a white bear, moving around in the woods, killing prey, and fishing in streams, just like a real bear, with his nose constantly twitching, capturing any smell in the air, far beyond the scope of visual observation.

A thunderbolt flashed through Ivo's heart, and he suddenly realized that Guding was telling him through actions that in addition to physical changes, the Mimic's transformation also required changes in mentality.

After he became a Ural White Bear in the past, he still maintained human behavior, ignoring the instincts of many beasts, the bear's sense of smell, culling habits, etc.

White Bear and him are one, and all of White Bear's talents are engraved in his instincts, but he didn't realize it and just used his transformation as a trump card in battle.

For a Mimic, transformation is an instinctive call, as indispensable as breathing, and a Mimic's way of life!

Just as he was feeling the true meaning of mimic transformation, a conversation occurred in his mind that Ivo didn't know about.

In his mind, Lao De mocked Gu Ding and said, "I don't believe in the so-called [ancestral blessing] blessing."

Gu Ding's voice sounded, and his tone was light: "Everything was doomed from the beginning, you are just an outsider."

"You are better at deception than Darkness."

"We have the same goal and everything is looking back."

"You are wrong, your goals and mine are fundamentally different." Lao De sneered.

"This is fate."

"Hmph, your tone of voice is as hypocritical as a god."

"The gods are always our enemies."

"Isn't this the mantra of your pioneers? You learned it very well."

Guding disappeared silently.

The old man sneered.

…

The journey was long, and Ivo remained in the form of a white bear for half of the time, gaining a deeper understanding of mimicry.

While on the road, he would sink into his mind and accept Gu Ding's culinary teachings, gradually increasing his knowledge.

During this period, Ivo once took out the ice-blue sphere obtained from the decaying temple under the Gaudis ice crevice and asked Lao De and Gu Ding to identify it. However, the result was unexpected. These two old guys who had mastered countless knowledge turned out to be... Unable to recognize the origin and function of the ice blue sphere, Ivo had no choice but to give up and put the ice blue sphere in the corner of the ring space to collect dust.

Something that two old guys couldn't recognize must not be simple. It couldn't be an ordinary fat glass ball.

The journey is practice, traveling over mountains and ridges, seeing the world. In the middle of May, during the valley month, Ivo returned to Gibor City.

…

After two months of absence, a tense atmosphere has now enveloped the city of Gibor. There are few passers-by on the streets, everyone is in a hurry, and they look at strangers with wary eyes.

Ivo wondered, had something big happened?

Walking on the desolate streets, Ivo looked around and observed the passers-by. The residents of Gibor City gave way and looked wary. Ivo felt the residents' repulsive attitude towards outsiders, and became even more confused. Two months ago, This is not the case in Gibraltar.

Just as he was thinking about his thoughts, there was the sound of chaotic horse hooves in front, approaching quickly. He looked up and saw a dozen Templar knights galloping on horseback, passing him in a hurry. Ivo's ears moved and he heard the brief conversation of the night watchmen.

"Another village is infected!"

"They don't have enough manpower, so we rush to support them."

Ivo suddenly became suspicious.

Full of questions, Ivo came to a deserted woodcarving shop. There was no one inside, not even the boss was there.

Ivo walked into the wood carving shop, carved a circle on the wall, then left the shop and found a hotel to stay.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Ivo opened the door and walked in a hooded man, a peripheral member of the Dark Eye.

The wood carving shop is the meeting point of the Dark Eye. Outside the shop, there are always believers monitoring you. Entering the wood carving shop leaves a mark, which means that you are one of your own and believers will come to you.

Ivo flashed the Ring of Darkness, and the believers knelt on the ground in fear, kissing the Ring of Darkness, "Praise for your greatness, Lord Bishop."

"Lead the way." Ivo spoke concisely and clearly. He knew that the Eye of Darkness had built a hiding place nearby, and he was going to wait here until the Sunset Moon for the Eye of Darkness plan to begin.

The believer respectfully led the way, and the two of them went all the way out of the city. There was already a carriage waiting outside the city. This was the treatment of a bishop.

The carriage drove towards the wild, away from the city. A few hours later, the outline of the mountains appeared in the distance. Ivo opened the curtain and looked around, recognizing that it was Wari Mountain. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had spread the news two months ago. The rumor was that heretics were hiding in the Wari Mountains, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a prophecy.

Ivo suddenly looked to the other side and noticed that there were messy horse hoof prints not far away extending into the distant wilderness. The horse hoof prints were relatively new. He followed the hoof prints with his eyes and discovered the outline of a village a few miles away.

The wind brought some information. After a month of training, he developed a keen sense of smell and caught a trace of the smell of blood in the wind, which happened to be blowing from the village.

(I had a diaphragm injection today. I’m exhausted. I’m in normal condition.)