Chapter two hundred and thirty-three, the legend

But when Israel took out these four large and small oil-paper packages from the bundle he carried with him, even though the roast was still wrapped in paper, but the cold nebula could already smell the very hard scent that had passed through the oily paper.

After a rather indescribable gulp of saliva, he shivered as he entered the delirious cold Nebula and asked in a voice that bordered on bewilderment, "Israel, is... is this... is this... Barbecue? "

Hearing the words of the Cold Nebula, Israel nodded at once, "Yes, " he said, grinning, "it's full of roast meat cooked by his sister. This is roast elk, this is Roast Mountain Qiang, and this is roast devil goat. " As he handed the smallest piece of barbecue to the Cold Nebula, "there is this, " he said. "This is a very precious roast duck. It is said that eating the meat will help the fire-control magicians a lot. Do you want to eat it? "

After hearing Isreal's introduction, the cold Nebula went crazy, and the aroma of the roast, including a small piece of Roast Duck Isreal held in front of his nose, was irresistible! Is it because I can breathe fire that I am so fascinated by this roast duck?

The Cold Nebula gave itself a very suitable excuse...

When he heard Israel ask himself if he wanted to eat the meat, the cold Nebula, which had been carried away by the meat, seemed to be a different person, before the indifference and high all do not know which to fly out of the clouds, suddenly became a person without any self-control, a pair of eyes staring at the hands of Israel that piece of Roast Duck, Meng's nod.

The sight of the Cold Nebula was so bewildered by the barbecue he had brought out, and Israel was so excited that he immediately began his plan to attract the cold Nebula.

Israel's eyes rolled and he swung the roast duck twice before the cold Nebula's eyes. Israel's eyes were fixed on the roast duck, and his heart was filled with rapture, in that delicate voice, he said to the Cold Nebula, "baby, if you want to eat this roast duck, promise me one thing. "

Now faced with the temptation of this piece of Roast Duck, not to mention a condition, even ten conditions cold Nebula will agree to come down, eat for several days cold Nebula for roast meat at this moment has reached a negative immunity...

"Eat my sister's roast, " Isreal said to the cold Nebula, with a slight smile, as he brushed away the oily paper that covered the roast duck. "Don't you ever drive your sister away from you again! "

When that layer of oil paper was opened for a moment, the aroma trapped in the oil paper all not cold nebula sucked into his nose, while eating the side of the crazy eating this roast duck, ... A little stammered nod agreed to Israel's request, but at this time the cold Nebula is afraid even Israel said the condition is not know...

The Cold Nebula nodded, and Israel, his heart bursting with joy, immediately raised several other pieces of roast before the cold Nebula's body, "If I give you all this meat, you promise to accompany me to destroy all the necromancers in the world, okay? " He said, again in a delicate and slightly seductive voice

As he peeled the fat off the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, he nodded his head as if in agreement with Israel's request. The taste buds of the cold Nebula, while greatly satisfied, have been gradually revived from this state of barbecue fever...

Suddenly the Cold Nebula turned its head and stared at the already beautiful Isreal sitting beside him, stammered: "Mother God of Wood? By the huge pouring order of a bag to the dog Zining Kazi? " (what do you say? Accompany you to eliminate all the necromancers in this world?)

After swallowing all the chewing meat in his mouth, the choking nebula pummeled its chest for a while before opening its mouth and saying, "really? Did I just say yes? "

Looking at the cold Nebula's expression, Israel, still snickering in his heart, gave a look of utter innocence, as if he were about to cry, he opened his mouth and said to cold Nebula, "you have eaten all my food! If you don't want to admit it, you will pay for all of it! "

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Cold Nebula is a Not Scared to Die man after all, how can you do those non-compliance without face-saving things, now that the food has been eaten, things have been promised, it is done... ? To destroy all the NECROMANCERS IN THE WORLD! No big deal to save the Dragon Willow, go with it, just have a free chef to go sightseeing together!

After making the decision, before the Cold Nebula opened its mouth and agreed, the already guilty Israel, fearing that the cold nebula would deny it, took the initiative to increase his side's leverage, "If you say yes, I'll make sure you have plenty to eat on the way! "

" Israel said as he prayed silently in his heart, "mother bless me. If you want to catch a Faerie's heart, you must first catch his stomach... bless me..

The Cold Nebula, which had been promised to Israel, saw that Israel had made such an offer and immediately began to say, "yes! I promise, but the way is my way! "

Israel was thrilled to hear cold Nebula lay out his plan for the elimination of all Shiryō mages.

Looking at the excited Isreal Cold Nebula, he muttered to himself, "This Isreal is... Is a little naive ...... For the world of the fairy this unreliable legend, even my own is to believe that the dead horse as a live horse doctor, did not expect this little girl actually believe it can be really... .. ."

But the cold Nebula had this idea only because he didn't know the history of the mysterious continent. And in Israel and others from childhood to childhood contact with the classics are not so recorded...

In ancient times, this mysterious continent was still in a state of semi-chaos, humans were still living a life of slash-and-burn, and elves were not so willing to procreate because they could immortality, many ORC creatures have not yet evolved wisdom, since then, the world is dominated by those who can fly into the sky, with the flames of the destruction of all the fire of the faeries.

Perhaps it was the greed of the faeries that touched the bottom line of the gods. The Almighty creator took back all the powers they had given to the faeries. The faeries would never use fire again, nor would they have the power to rise from the ground with a single vibration of their wings, finally, I do not know how many years of evolution, into the present look.

But God is just, after taking one of your powers back, he gives you another.

Lasting, that's right, lasting. This new ability was discovered by a terran princess by chance, and it spread like wildfire among the great ladies of the human race. This ability to the fairy clan, by which is the male fairy clan brought endless disaster ...... ... Until the faeries get used to it...

Since then, the faeries have become a target of human competitors, simply because they not only have good skin, but also are genetically different from humans and can not reproduce, this also let the lady to use up very much at ease, so the trend of raising a faery was first by stealth in the dark, gradually become aboveboard.

At this point, men raising women and women raising faeries have become the norm in the human world, so the betrothal between the upper classes, between people and people, has become less sacred, but only for the continuation of future generations and political leverage, only a commoner at the bottom of the heap would think about sex.

However, even if the faeries have fallen into this situation, there are still legends in the books handed down from generation to generation by the aristocracy or the families of the combatants that the faeries once dominated the world, and people believe it.

Just like Israel, she has been studying with her teacher since the age of three when she was just starting out, so the legends of the faeries are very real and reliable in her heart. If it were not for this reason, how could the elven elder start to praise cold nebulae after seeing them in flames!

Upon hearing Israel ask himself if he would really take her with him to destroy the necromancers, cold nebula sighed helplessly and said, "My team really began to grow up slowly. First the elder wanted to give himself an Elf. I hope the Elf was not a drag. But this Israel is good. Not only is she good at archery, but most of all, the meat she cooks is... .. ."

When I think of the roast that Isreal had given herself, the saliva in the mouth of the cold nebula dripped out uncontrollably, and the roast was cold, if it had just been roasted, that must be very, very delicious! ... The Cold Nebula, with its mouth tightly shut, had a hard time keeping the drool from coming out, otherwise it would have been a bit too embarrassing...