Othua's War Banner

Chapter 287: 0286

Langmingway arrived late.

Behind him is Mag, who is wearing new accessories. He seems to have bought some small gifts on the way to the store. With Langmingway, a wealthy Nolin, Ambera Ice Harbor is the most luxurious playground for tulips.

Lorgar and Querma also looked embarrassed.

When those frost bears went berserk, no one could stand it, and with the presence of outsiders, several of them had to follow Zhan Jing's order to preserve their strength.

So surrounded by the violent python and all kinds of ferocious beasts, he could only struggle to survive.

Ken actually looked worse.

His face was covered in stains, and his armor was even more tattered.

If you didn't pay attention, you would have thought this guy was some kind of homeless person from the south.

Who would have guessed that this man was the battle banner of the Santon Kaya tribe?

The Demon Swamp Frog showed a very satisfied smile.

But what he did next surprised everyone present.

Chi Liu, Da Da Da.

Mr. Poehler opened his huge mouth, and there was a terrifying crack in the middle of the strange-colored skin, followed by unclear teeth, and then...

"Wow, what a long tongue."

Quema yelled, feeling a chill, and stood behind.

Ken also quickly left the long table.

He saw the magic bog frog licking the blood of the beast very much, its two huge eyeballs were still half-closed, and no one could see what kind of mood this guy was in.

"No, I'm going to spit it out."

Lorgar couldn't stand it either.

He covered his mouth and ran quickly to the door of the shop.

Langmingway was very caring.

He immediately blocked Mag behind him. This kind of mental pollution is too terrifying, so don't leave a psychological shadow on Norlin Tulip.

Ken raised an eyebrow.

He seems to see certain details:

The blood of the beast did not smear the mouth of the Swamp Frog everywhere. The liquid flowed into the bloody mouth naturally, as if it was wrapped by the mucus rather than mixed.

Mr. Poehler enjoyed the last drop of spilled blood on the table.

He leaned forward slightly, then wrapped the head into his mouth with his huge tongue, rolling and licking in the mouth.

Like a child enjoying a sugar cake dipped in honey.

"My God, what does this taste like..."

Lowndes blocked Quema and Lorgar.

There is no way for the giant to retreat, he feels the picture is disgusting, but there is no way to escape, but the strange psychology does not allow him to close his eyes, it seems that this kind of novelty is still so interesting.

"Are you going to purify?"

Ken stood closest, even leaned in.

Although Lang Mingwei didn't say a word, he actually admired Maharu's psychological quality.

You must know that the lairs of this kind of creatures are often filthy, and the smell emanating from them can even damage people's sense of smell.

The mercenary leader is willing to clear the way for his subordinates.

Maharu has a very adventurous spirit, and his psychological quality and intelligence are very good. If he is willing to join Norin's army, he can easily get into Langmingway's position today.

He just needs to find two more rich men, or nobles with enough face...

The position of Norlin Emperor Emblem Knight Commander may have to be added.

Ken didn't know what Langmingway was thinking. Even if he knew, he would probably laugh out loud with disdain, and then he and his subordinates mocked the incompetence of Norlin's army with cheap jokes.

All mercenaries are like that.

Many times, they admit to death, and like to use inappropriate words to humiliate or reject unacceptable suggestions.

In fact, this is a typical mercenary psychology.

Their life and work do not allow too many opportunities for repentance.

Then you can only completely destroy the other option, and tell yourself that there is no way out, you can either keep moving forward, or you can only stumble.

Lulu, lulu.

The moorfrog seems to be enjoying what's in its mouth.

He looked a little dizzy, maybe the blood and raw meat made this guy slightly drunk. Could it be that this race likes to enjoy food like this?
Mr. Poehler seemed to be a little more rounded.

The old vest on his body was stretched even tighter, and some strange smoke spread from behind him accompanied by some scalp-numbing viscous grunts.

[Skill: Gland Purification]

[Description: The magic marsh frog can extract the required ingredients from any liquid through special means, and can even divide things up and spit them out. 】

Ken frowned, eyes widening.

He saw the Demon Swamp Frog twist its body, and the spots on its back began to tremble. Those mottled patterns turned out to have small holes that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

The Moor Frog leaned back against the wall.

His expression was very strange, and he couldn't tell, like:

The monster scrunched its face, then was taken aback by something uglier, only to realize it was looking in a mirror...

Mr. Poehler seemed to be enjoying "releasing" something that was hiding in his body.

Lowndes twitched his nostrils, wanting to make sure there was no foul smell in the air.

Poehler could see him, of course, and said, "Look, if you think I'm going to pee in my shop, you're insulting me."

He took out the hidden bottle from the wall behind him.

Ken watched the other party put several similar gadgets on the table.

There are varying amounts of liquid inside, and judging from the information provided in the remarks, it should be the purified product of the frost bear's blood.

Langmingway seems to be no stranger to it.

When he was in the Kingdom of Norin, he had heard of the race of the Demon Marsh Frog, and even saw an adult Demon Marsh Frog in a certain noble's home.

Humans like to keep this thing up.

They don't feel that they are intelligent, that being able to talk makes them equal to themselves.

The nobles keep this kind of thing in captivity and use them as purifiers for some dangerous potion research, or as auxiliary supplies for certain summoning ceremonies.

The Lierbota family did nothing of the sort.

They are famous for their justice and implement the dogma of the Norlin Kingdom. Although they have no ability to stop similar behaviors, they have repeatedly emphasized in the education of the younger generation-don't take this kind of thing for granted.

Ken contacted McGonagall earlier.

What he admires most is the female scholar's interpretation of kindness.

The Demon Swamp Frog smacked its lips in embarrassment when it saw everyone lost in thought.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said to Langz:
"Hey, the giant over there, can you come over here, there are some things here, and I need your help."

Lanz walked over foolishly.

Quema and Lorgar had adapted a lot, but they still showed embarrassment.

Ken asked, "What do you want to do to my subordinates?"

The magic swamp frog said with a half-smile:
"To be honest, I only found out after I disassembled it just now that it is still a little short of the amount marked in the material list."

Lowndes had an ominous premonition.

He lowered his head and saw the scarlet stained by himself due to fighting, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

When the giant raised his head again, all he saw was darkness, and then he suddenly realized...

The mouth of the magic marsh frog looks like this!

(End of this chapter)