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The night is very cold, cold to the heart, like the words of a lover when they break up.

Even with the protection of Old Will's magic, Barrett still felt a little cold on his hands and feet. This coldness came not from the fog that pervaded the forest, but from the boulder beneath him.

This is a boulder about the same height as Barrett. It covers a large area, about 30 square meters. It looks like a slightly shorter, solid, stone house.

The boulders look no different from ordinary rocks that can be seen everywhere in the forest, but they are larger in size. However, the surface temperature of this boulder is really too cold, like a piece of ice that will not melt, constantly absorbing the temperature of Barrett.

The barbarian tightened the thick woolen blanket wrapped around him again, and couldn't help but regret choosing this boulder as the campsite.

The reason for choosing it is because the top of this boulder is extraordinarily flat, as if it had been beaten by something, smoothing out all the edges and corners. In this way, the boulder can be used as a temporary camp for Barrett and others, and it is also a particularly safe camp.

The height of more than two meters is not too short. To set up camp on the top of such a high boulder, at least there is no need to worry about any strange creatures suddenly attacking, and it can also prevent the unknown 'suicide' attacks of some tiny poisonous insects.

And even if there is an accident, standing on this high platform and defending down will make the battle easier. Even if they encounter more winter wolves, Barrett and the 'Dirty Novels' group can handle it calmly.

This boulder has many advantages, but there is only one bad thing, which is unexpectedly cold. Even though the bonfire was burning fiercely not far in front of Barrett, the big stone under him was still not even a trace of warmth.

Where did it "eat" all the temperature? Barrett thought sadly.

"Looks like you need another bowl of hot soup to fall asleep." The half-elf's voice reached Barrett's ears, "I never knew that soup made from antelope could be so delicious."

Barrett opened his eyes, sat up and moved his body, "Damn, if it weren't for the fact that Mage Will had already arranged magic around the stone, I would really like to find another campsite." He said a little angrily.

"It's just cooler, don't you think they sleep soundly?" The half-elf pointed to the sleeping ogre, gnome, and mage with his chin, and said to Barrett with a smile.

The barbarian adventurer doesn't know how the ogre fell asleep. It stands to reason that it is wearing metal armor, so it should feel cooler than him. Could it be that the full body armor full of strange symbols can keep out the temperature? Barrett doesn't know why.

His eyes moved from the ogre to the dwarf, the little man was wrapped in a black cotton and linen cloak not much bigger than a napkin, and nothing else. The dwarf's body rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and Barrett wasn't sure if the silent assassin was really asleep.

As for Old Will, Barrett wouldn't be surprised even if he sleeps upside down, Mage, that's enough of a reason.

Thinking of this, Barrett suddenly found that the other people in the team seemed to be more able to adapt to the harsh environment than him, a seasoned veteran in the foggy forest, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Barrett got up and looked into the darkness around him. In the distance, a group of glowing, firefly-like creatures fluttered lightly in the air, like shooting stars, drawing beautiful tracks with their own rays of light.

It's just that when this light passed through a dark place, it suddenly went out a little, and after a while, the light disappeared again. The remaining rays of light spread out like a school of attacked fish in an instant, running away from the darkness.

Barbarian didn't care about these things, he rubbed his somewhat stiff shoulders, came to the campfire, and sat beside the half-elf.

"Your craftsmanship is as good as your sword making." The half-elf praised. He reached out and handed a wooden bowl made of oak, and the antelope soup inside was still slightly steaming.

Even though dinner was over, the soup pot was still standing on the bonfire, just because it was quite high, so the broth in the pot was only rumbling slightly, and there was no danger of it drying out.

"If I'm not an adventurer, I'll be a cook." Barrett took the bowl. "My dad always wanted me to be a chef and open a restaurant with Nord characteristics in a foreign land. But he didn't. Instead of teaching me how to use a shovel, I was taught how to swing a sword."

Barrett gently blew the hot soup along the rim of the bowl and took a small sip. The liquid flowed into the stomach along the esophagus with the scalding temperature, and then sent the temperature all over the body, making the barbarian feel much better.

"Perhaps in your father's opinion, a good cook must also be a good hunter, so you don't need to worry about the quality of the ingredients." The half-elf teased, "After all, it's not always possible to have one Antelopes are waiting for us to pick them up by the roadside."

"Maybe." Barrett drank the soup in the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief, "But I still prefer the feeling of having a long sword in my hand rather than a shovel." He said, "A peaceful life. Not for me, not for me..."

The barbarian took out the 'steel bride' from his waist, took out a whetstone from the cowhide bag he was carrying, and carefully polished it with the light of the bonfire.

The half-elf shrugged and said in a very indifferent tone, "That kind of life is not suitable for me." He pointed to the double elf swords around his waist, "If 'Sister Asa' doesn't drink blood for a long time, she will It gets noisy. Like a lover who doesn't get enough attention and caresses, always complaining in your ear."

Estelle smiled mysteriously, but Barrett couldn't understand that smile.

After finishing speaking, the half-elf scooped half a bowl of soup and a piece of meat from the soup pot with a wooden spoon, and gestured to Barrit. It's like drinking fine wine.

The Antelope Soup Barrett tasted pretty good when he drank it by himself, but that was all. However, the half-elf doesn't know why, but they like it very much. Between dinner and now, Barrett reckons the half-elves have had at least five or six bowls. And the amount of food he ate at each meal before was just a simple snack, fruit and a small amount of cheese.

After being stewed for a long time, the antelope meat in the soup has become very soft and rotten, and it can be decomposed in the mouth with the light touch of the tongue and teeth. UU reading www. The uukanshu.com soup also adds some mushrooms, corn, and a small amount of parsley and raspberries. Of course, basil leaves are absolutely essential, which is Barrett's style of making soups.

The antelope was the young antelope that everyone met while chasing the frost bug, and it contributed a sumptuous dinner to everyone. Moglock ate most of the antelope himself. The ogre liked roasted antelope with honey and cinnamon, or maybe he was too hungry. When the meat was only half cooked, the ogre liked it. I couldn't help tearing an antelope leg and chewed it wantonly.

The **** flesh was constantly flipping between the ogre's teeth. If it wasn't for the ogre's repeated insistence that he would not eat people, and that there was a mage by his side, Barrett would be a little worried about sleeping with this big man at night. in one place.

After a few more chats with the half-elf, Barrett decided to continue his sleep. In the second half of the night, he has to get up to keep the half-elf vigil, so he needs to rest as soon as possible.

The half-elf took out a cloak that seemed to be made of lynx skin, and handed it to Barrett, "It can't bring you warmth, but at least it can keep you out of the cold."

Barrett was not polite. He stretched out his hand to take the cloak, thanked the half-elf briefly, and then returned to his original position and lay down.

The cloak looks heavy, but it is much lighter than expected. The pale golden fur is dotted with black patterns, and it feels as smooth as velvet to the touch.

Barrett folded the thick wool blanket he had wrapped in two layers under him, and wrapped the lynx skin cape around him. I don't know if it was because of the cloak, or the bowl of antelope soup warmed his whole body. In short, he really didn't feel that cold anymore.

In a daze, Barrett gradually fell asleep, and seemed to have a strange dream.

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