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That's a pretty frost bug.

pretty? Barrett frowned, not knowing what his brain was pumping, why such an inappropriate word appeared in front of a large white bug more than ten meters long.

However, maybe in its own race, it can really be called a "beauty", no, maybe a "beautiful bug".

At this moment, this "beautiful" frost worm is half-curled up, burying its head with a pair of pliers-like upper jaws in a white corpse of an animal that has been cut in half, and feasting on it. on.

At this time, Barrett and his group of lewd novels were hiding behind a sturdy fir tree and watching secretly. It's like a group of adolescent boys peeking at the village women bathing by the river - their eyes fixed with excitement and whispering from time to time.

"Is it eating?" The half-elf's handsome face appeared on the right side of Barret, and asked in a low voice, "What is it eating?"

"It looks like a snow bear," Barrett replied in the same tone, "but the adventurers in the Bay of Pigs prefer to call it a frost bear, because it doesn't snow here."

"Frost Worm and Frost Bear, it seems that the worm has won." The half-elf said in a relaxed tone, "The winner enjoys the food, and the loser becomes the food. It's only fair."

Is it fair? Barrett was noncommittal. No one wants to be a loser, but to win there must be a loss. If you can, forgiveness is sometimes better than killing. After all, no one will win all the time, not even a mage.

However, these thoughts have nothing to do with the current situation. Winter is over and summer sting is coming. For these creatures living in the foggy forest, eating or being eaten is a simple matter.

Just as Barrett fell into his thoughts again, a shadow shrouded his head. The barbarian adventurer looked up, and found that the ogre Moglock also followed the example of him and the half-elf, sticking out half of his head from the trunk of the fir tree.

"Is it delicious?" The ogre asked in a low voice, subconsciously swallowing.

Barrett glanced at the frost worm in the distance, and found that the latter was not unusual, its head was still gnawing on the body of the snow bear. This creature's hearing doesn't seem to be very good, or the food in front of him makes it too focused, either way, at least the ogre's "whispers" didn't disturb him. Barrett sighed in his heart, and was speechless at the persistence of the big guy above his head.

"If you mean frost worm, I'm sorry, I haven't eaten it, so I can't give you an answer; and if you mean frost bear, I have to say, the taste is not bad, especially the frost bear at this season, the whole body They have stored enough fat and energy, which is the best choice for barbecue!" The barbarian glanced over his head again, "If we are fast enough, maybe we can grab a little from this bug's mouth. If you don't Mind eating leftovers from 'others'."

Damn, what did I say this for? Barrett regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Obviously, this is not the time to talk about this.

"Moglock doesn't mind! In the Mage's Tower, whatever Dusagiya can't finish will be given to Moglock!" said the ogre, "Hey, I said, let's hurry up!"

Dusagia? It wasn't like a human name, but Barrett didn't care what it was or why it had such a small appetite. But for 'let's hurry up! ’ In this sentence, he still has many questions to ask.

"Don't worry, it won't eat so fast." Barrett motioned the ogre to calm down. He retracted his head behind the trunk, turned his head to look at Mage Will, and found that the latter was leaning against the fir tree, with his head lowered and frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What do you think about this?" Barrett asked old Will, who found that the latter seemed a little absent-minded, but Barrett didn't care about it. Mage, who knows what they are thinking.

Mage Will raised his head and looked at Barrett. The barbarian found that the old mage's brows slowly stretched out, and his face showed a signature kind smile.

"No, I have no idea." The mage said with a smile, "After all, none of us have been to the permafrost tundra, and it is the first time to come to this forest, only you have really come into contact with this kind of creature. So, it's just up to you to command this battle."

"As you wish." Barrett nodded and didn't refuse. This was not the time to be humble. "But our mission is to capture, not kill, so I want to know, what kind of frostworm can you capture alive?"

Catching a large creature alive is not only dangerous, it is also a test of patience and skill, just like fishing. Barrett had also taken on some tasks that required some kind of creature to be captured alive before. The goals of these tasks were large and small, such as goblins, they belonged to the small and no small goals.

A few years ago, in Galano, the largest commercial city in the western part of the Griffin Kingdom, not far from the Bay of Pigs, the nobles there had a habit of raising goblins in captivity and fighting goblins.

Goblins are timid and cowardly creatures, and an adult farmer with a dung fork can easily deal with two or three. But these little green guys, who have the same skin color as the orcs, but have very different temperaments, have an extraordinarily brave and ruthless attitude towards their fellow clansmen.

At that time, a relatively healthy adult goblin could easily sell several silver griffins, and some extraordinarily strong ones could even be exchanged for a "king"!

At that time, almost all the adventurers in Galano and surrounding areas were involved, and Barrett remembered that he had captured nearly fifty dirty green-skinned little guys, which caused the security of Galano and several surrounding villages and towns Much better.

He remembered that an adventurer even caught a goblin with a freezing ray, which seemed to be mutated, used a little magic-like ability, and in Barrett's opinion could kill it in a heartbeat. The goblin who chopped down on the ground was actually bought by someone who was willing to spend a hundred gold coins to buy it. God knows what the nobles who are full and have nothing to do think about it!

If someone is willing to give him a hundred gold coins, Barrett doesn't mind if he ends up in a fight with the goblins that the nobles keep in captivity, which is no different from picking up money for nothing. As for being watched by others, he didn't care too much.

Catching a goblin is very simple, you only need a set of locks or a simple trap to do it, but it's obviously not enough to catch the big guy in front of you.

The big creature, Barrett, was also caught alive. The Mist Castle once sent out a mission to capture the three-armed monster alive. It was a creature that was more dangerous than the frost worm. It was ugly and disgusting. Also the origin of its name.

An adult three-armed troll can reach a height of six meters and use boulders and thick tree trunks as weapons. It is not easy for people hit by such weapons to survive. More importantly, this kind of creature actually lives in groups and often hunts with two or three of them, which makes the task several times more difficult.

At that time, the Golden Clover Knights of Mist Castle convened seven more experienced adventurer teams in the Bay of Pigs. They also sent a team of knights with a hundred people. There was even a left cuff embroidered with three magic seven awns. Xing's mage accompanied him, and with the help of wheel battles, paralyzing poison, and magic, all three three-armed trolls he encountered were exhausted to the ground.

It was a very successful hunt. Because the preparations were sufficient in the early stage, the losses were very small. Only three people were killed and seven people were seriously injured.

This time, although they are not dominant in numbers, there is also Old Will, a wandering mage who can't see his level, in the team. Moreover, the frost worms do not live in groups and only hunt alone, which reduces the difficulty of the task by several levels, so Barrett is very confident in the task.

But he still needs to ask a lot of details clearly to prevent accidents from happening.

"Do you need Frost Worm to stay still? Or unconscious? Are there other requirements?" Barrett asked more specifically.

He looked at Mage Will, waiting for the latter's answer.

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