Chapter Three hundred and sixteen, the pub adventure

After a bloody battle near Shadowrock, the Cold Nebula party finally defeated the enemy that was following them, and could once again embark on a journey towards the herbivores, by now they had reached the border between the herbivores and the carnivores.

At the border of the two boroughs are the manbearites, the MANBEARITES, like all other ORC subspecies, although there are a few of them around, but they are also divided into tribes, but one thing the Bruins have done better than the subspecies that live inside the carnivore belt, is that these tribes are basically not at war with each other.

The reason they don't attack each other is simply because their Sphere of influence are on the border between the two ORC regions, and there is no end to the provocations from the herbivores. There's really no time to fight... ...

By this time Armstrong's health had improved, but because of his weak constitution, he was still riding on a Unicorn, ... It was as if the chief of a large tribe was out with a maid's bodyguard and a boy's pet. who was the master, who was the bodyguard, who was the maid, who was the boy's pet.

A line of four people also walked for half a day, see in front of a small restaurant cold Nebula and so on people immediately sat in, intend to eat something to fill the stomach and then go on the road, ... It's not that far from the Bruins, but who knows what might happen to the Bruins... ... Or do you want to eat first.

The owner of the restaurant saw Leng Xingyun and a group of other people step into his restaurant, looked at Leng Xingyun these people's costumes, actually still riding a unicorn with fairy maid and fairy male pet did not dare to neglect, hurriedly put on a smiling face, bowed to the body to beckon the way: "I do not know a few your presence, have lost far welcome, have lost far welcome. "

Walking in front of the Cold Nebula is very magnanimous of a wave of the hand, signal the boss back, step is about to walk into the restaurant, but see in the restaurant owner's eyes, really a pair of dog legs like...

Esriel did not care for that, and seeing the owner duck out of the way, he walked over and sat down at a central table in the restaurant.

Armstrong, still relatively low key, walked slowly into the restaurant behind the cold Nebula and sat down beside it. A few of them made the owner of the restaurant a little strange. They seemed to be centered around the faeries.

"Is this the fairy clan of the Princess of some big tribe? Tsk, Tsk. ... A faerie boy with slave girls, fairy maids, and human warriors ...... What kind of tribal princess could afford that? Is it the Tiger King tribe?"The owner of the restaurant felt his iq was a little behind him...

The owner of the restaurant followed and asked with a smile, "what are you going to eat in the restaurant? "

Cold Nebulae these people have been walking the endless plains for so long at the expense of Isreal, but being the check-out boy is cold nebulae, and cold nebulae says expertly, "Four succulent barbecues... and, uh, some cereal cakes... "

The owner of the restaurant took down cold Nebula's order and said, "all right, uncle, I'll bring it up to you right away. "

When Isreal heard the cold Nebula's food, she rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, "murmured:"Baby, you look at your order of these things, the boss of this small country restaurant despised you... ..."said the hands to stop the restaurant owner is going to prepare food.

Cold Nebula was not happy to see Isriel vetoing himself again, but looking back at his nose, his nose, his heart, and the old monk's settled Armstrong, he was no longer inclined to speak against him, now, it's clear to all of us, if we try to take on Israel, it's a dead end.

Seeing the cold Nebula, she turned her head to one side and did not choose to talk back. Isriel was very happy and even more arrogant. She put one foot on the bar and patted the table with one hand, "boss, bring us four orders of endless prairie prime pizza! With goat's legs, steamed wild geese, Chimera eggs and a VAT OF LIMES! "

The Cold Nebula looked weakly at Isreal and said, "sister Isreal... there are only four of us... "

"TAKE CARE OF IT! I can eat it! " Said Isriel, as if no one was free and easy.

"..."the Armstrong and Celta Wind listened to her, and both moved their chairs out of the way, and quietly moved a little away from Isreal.

Although the restaurant is remote, it has all the ingredients, and although Isreal has ordered a lot of food that is hard to find, it has all the ingredients except Chimera's eggs... And instead of Chimera's eggs... A plate of fried eggs... ...

Waiting for food time is long, cold Nebula is still an old monk into the set, not a word. The Armstrong has seen the market before, and can do it without saying a word. As for CERTA wind, it was the high priest of the elven race, and he ate his food slowly, not to mention.

Isreal was the only one sitting still, his hands clinking against the table with a fork still in his mouth and his knife in his hand. A pair of watery eyes boring around the scan, pass the boring time.

Although the restaurant is small in size, it is also located on the main road of the Manbearpig, so there are still a lot of business travelers and manbearpig travelers, so at this moment in the restaurant, in addition to cold Nebula and others, there are a number of other diners here.

As Isreal looked around, she heard two bear eaters, dressed as businessmen, talking in whispers. The voice was small, but it could not escape the keen ear of the hunter, Isreal.

One of the older bears said mysteriously to the younger merchant, "have you heard? We've been having a rough night lately. "

"I've heard that, too, and it's disconcerting, " said Uncle John Johan in our shop. "We haven't had a SHIRYŌ mage here in decades! And now... ... Oh It's a terrible thing to think about. It's a good thing I don't have a wife ...... Or it would be horrible to think... .. "said the young merchant.

"Oh, yes. I wonder how many young girls will suffer. " said the old merchant with a sigh.

The young merchant nodded in agreement, and then added, "I hear the Lords sent out hundreds of soldiers at night, but they haven't found the legendary Shiryō. "

Upon hearing the news of Shiryō, Isreal's heart was moved. As a hunter, she hated the necromancers who used killing as a means of strength. But as Isreal pricked up her ears to hear what was going on, the two businessmen suddenly switched gears and began talking about their business.

This was too much for Isreal to bear, and he leaped up to them, seized the old bear merchant by the collar, and asked, "what were you talking about? Why don't you continue? "

Isriel was listening to the sounds of the world, when he heard the two bear merchants at the next table talking about Shiryō. But while Isriel was listening, he was lost in thought. But the two bear merchants turned the conversation back to their business...

This was too much for Isriel to bear, and he immediately clapped his hands on the table and stood up. He Sprang to the table of the two bear merchants, and seized the middle-aged bear merchants by the neck, "What were you two talking about? "

The middle-aged bear merchant was so frightened by the sudden change that he almost fainted when he saw a beautiful girl dressed as a human warrior clutching her collar and instinctively said, "No... No... nothing. "

"nothing? DON'T PRETEND TO BE STUPID! Speak! About the NECROMANCER! " Isreal shook the old bear merchant vigorously.

The response of another young merchant was somewhat better. Seeing that Isreal only asked them about the necromancer, he took the liberty, and said, "here's the thing, brave sir... In the last few days, several people have been killed in several tribes of my tribe, all of them teenage girls . and ...... Alas, it was a terrible death. Several of our lords sent soldiers to investigate the matter, but the investigation was fruitless, and gradually it became known that a grimace, Shiryō, was at work."