Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 964: One Step Away from the Bicorn

Earlier -

"I'm hungry."

"Kabul, I'm hungry."

"meal."

Kabul: ...

"I'm hungry, did you hear me?"

"I said I'm-hungry!"

Kabul was so annoyed that he had to stop.

"Mr. Mislen, I remember we had dinner not long ago," he said.

He pinched his brows lightly and continued, "If this continues, I don't know when we can catch up with Mr. Jon."

Mislen: “I’m hungry.”

Okay, Kabul raises his hands in surrender.

Because he knew that this elf had no intention of causing trouble for anyone.

Quite the opposite.

Being able to express their own demands instead of dying of hunger is already a result of a certain tacit understanding reached by the two along the way.

Looking back, he couldn't remember how many times he had helped Mislen deal with embarrassing problems.

Sometimes he felt that Mislen was not even as good as the baby...

"Forget it, let's eat." Kabul breathed a sigh of relief.

Mislen didn't react in any other way and went straight into energy-saving mode.

In fact, the reason why Hisser failed to catch up with John and the others was because of Mislen's constant obstruction - even the Lord of the Labyrinth could do nothing about this elf who could not take care of himself but had terrifyingly high combat abilities.

Then the problem is coming.

  What should you eat when you are extremely short of supplies?

The answer is "food fall".

This is what is called using local materials.

"There are some mushrooms here. Let's make some mushroom soup," Kabul suggested.

Mislen had no objection at first.

He only needs the most basic food to satisfy his physiological needs, and he is very casual about taste and flavor.

In short, as long as it's edible, it's fine.

But this time, after seeing the mushrooms that Kabul picked, he raised an objection: "These are deformed mushrooms. It's best not to eat them."

Although he is not a walking monster encyclopedia like Laos, Mislen has been the master of a maze after all, and has a clear understanding of some common or extremely rare monsters (plants).

"Transfiguring mushroom? Isn't this thing already extinct?" Kabul, who was originally very excited, quickly covered his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the transformation spores.

Mislen said nothing.

He was so hungry that he saved as much energy as possible.

Since the deformed mushrooms cannot be eaten, we need to find other ingredients.

Hard work pays off.

Although Kabul is not a professional maze expert, as a seasoned adventurer, he also has some experience in maze survival.

After exploring the surroundings for more than 10 minutes, he suddenly smelled blood...

The smell irritated his nasal cavity, making Kabul instinctively a little nervous.

However, based on his many years of combat experience, the smell of blood was not as strong as he had imagined.

"The battle should be over." Kabul frowned, constantly calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

Whatever his considerations, he thought it was in his own interest to go forward and take a look.

Draw your sword and lower your body.

After walking about one or two hundred meters, Kabul saw a huge monster lying on the snow.

It has an eagle's head and a lion's body, with two limp wings drooping.

"This... isn't this a griffin!" Kabul couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

The griffin is a very dangerous monster. Generally speaking, without a complete team, there is almost no way to deal with this overlord of the sky.

But since he saw the dead griffin here, it means that Mr. Jon, whom he had been looking for, is not far ahead!

My heart was pounding.

Kabul goes forward to check.

The griffin had been bled and cleaned thoroughly, and the meat in key areas had been cut off.

Kabul became more and more certain of his guess.

Apart from John and his group, no one else would attack the monsters...at the wrong target.

But now this dead griffin actually helped him a lot.

Kabul cut off one of the griffin's wings with his sword.

He also used a knife to cut off some of the meat and kept it as a reserve food in case of emergency.

Dragging wings back.

Mislen still had that half-dead expression - there was nothing he could do, he was just too hungry. In the energy-saving state, he didn't even want to talk.

Kabul had no mood to chat and lit the fire with the flint he carried with him.

The fire burned brightly.

Kabul starts grilling the wings.

Compared with the skills of Senxi, John and others, his cooking skills are so crude that they make people want to laugh.

But that's the adventure.

It's good enough to have something to eat, but it's rare to eat well and be full like Jon and his friends.

No.

It should be 'this is the only store, no other branches'.

The wing was so large that Kabul had to split it in half down the middle.

Although the seasoning was lacking and the cooking skills were not so reliable, Kabul still maintained the basic cooking requirements.

That is, no raw food.

It's okay if it's a little fuzzy, it's better than a bite of blood...

Zila Zila.

Grease dripped onto the fire.

It makes a very relaxing sound.

Mislen lay quietly, saying nothing, just staring at Kabul.

In the first few days, Kabul still felt pressure.

But now, he doesn't care anymore.

Just watch it.

Anyway, no piece of meat will be lost.

Soon, two pieces of charred grilled wings were ready.

Mislen struggled to get up and opened his mouth like a baby: "Ah."

Kabul skillfully used a knife to cut off a relatively intact piece of meat and put it into the other's mouth.

At this point, he could only feel fortunate.

Although elves need to be fed, they don't need others to support their chins when chewing, which is a blessing in disguise.

"It tastes terrible." This is Mislen's comment.

Hearing this, Kabul's face turned red.

However, the dark-skinned athlete's skin color is naturally dark, so no one can see clearly when he blushes.

"Eat quickly. It's good enough to fill your stomach under these conditions," said Kabul.

Mislen chewed silently.

Chew chew chew, chew chew chew, chew chew chew.

After eating one-third of the half grilled wing, he suddenly said, "I'm full."

After saying that, he stood up.

"Let's continue."

"You really only think about yourself." Kabul said helplessly.

Even though he complained, his movements were not slow at all.

It was cleaned up in no time.

I didn’t forget to take the half-eaten grilled wings (130% cooked) and continued on my journey with Mislen.

It’s time to say it or not.

This boy Kabul is really versatile.

Not only does he possess a strong talent for fighting, he is also well versed in the knowledge of a guide.

The key point is that Jon and his team did not hide their tracks at all - after all, the opponent is the master of the maze, and the entire maze is under the opponent's surveillance. Hiding their tracks is a complete waste of effort. This is a good opportunity for Kabul.

Following the trail, walking and walking.

He and Mislen soon came to a golden gate that was cut in two.

"Wait, this is it!" Kabul seemed to have thought of something and said to Mislen, "This is the deepest part of the maze!"

Mislen still had no expression on his face, just staring at the damaged golden gate in a daze.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "The person who cut off this door is very powerful."

"It must be Mr. Jon!" Kabul said happily.

But at the same time, he felt a little uneasy.

After all, he had vowed in front of the group of elves that he and Mr. Jon were close friends.

But in reality, he only knew the other person and had a meal with him. It was just a casual encounter...

Amidst the anxiety and fear, Mislen stepped forward.

He gently stroked the broken part of the golden gate with his hand and muttered to himself, "It only took one cut, clean and neat, very good, this man's strength is not inferior to mine."

He turned around and said to Kabul, "You are not lying. The tall man named Jon is indeed a powerful helper."

Kabul: Haha, haha.

When you don’t know how to respond, just smile.

Mislen: "Then, keep moving forward."

Kabul came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

After easily passing the gate, the two saw the collapsed gargoyles all over the ground.

Most of those gargoyles were broken and had long lost their ability to move.

Kabul stroked his smooth chin and said, "It seems that Mr. Jon and his men also went through a very tough battle."

hard?

Different people have different opinions on this question.

At least in the opinion of Mislen, a combat expert, fighting against gargoyles should be a one-sided abuse.

After observing for a while, the one-eyed elf said, "These are not marks of a slash, but marks of a blunt weapon hitting you."

Kabul also reacted, observed carefully, and said: "It's really strange, this strength, could it be a troll?"

I squatted down and looked carefully, but I didn't find any footprints like those of a troll around.

Mislen looked serious.

But because there are too few clues, I can't figure it out.

Kabul wondered, "Could it be the dwarf in their team?"

As we all know, dwarves are very strong.

Those short and strong monsters are not only good at digging, but also good at smashing the enemy's heads.

Mislen said nothing.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Not very much like a dwarf, but let's keep going."

Don’t think about things you don’t understand.

Anyway, wait until I see the real owner.

All mysteries will be solved.

Walked for a while.

The two found obvious signs of camping, and even the campfire was still emitting bursts of residual heat.

Kabul slapped his thigh and said, "We finally caught up! Let's go quickly. Mr. Jon and the others must be ahead."

Mislen nodded slightly, then he suddenly remembered something and raised his hand: "It's more convenient to use the transfer spell than to run."

"Wait! The transfer spell doesn't work!" Kabul was about to stop it.

But it was too late, the confident Mislen directly used the transfer spell.

Then as expected, an accident occurred.

Fortunately, this accident was not a life-threatening one. At most, Kabul was stuck in the metal pipe built by the dwarves.

He was broken-down and kept cursing.

The goal was about to be achieved, but something like this had to happen.

You're here to mess with my mentality, right?

Unfortunately, Mislen's emotions were too weak. Apart from saying sorry twice at the beginning, he just put on a face and allowed Kabul to attack him without saying a word.

Fortunately, the second transfer magic went smoothly and successfully allowed Kabul to get out of the pipe.

However, after going back and forth, the two of them wasted a lot of time.

No matter how hard I tried to move forward, I could only catch a glimpse of the backs of Jon and others.

"Wait!" Kabul waved and shouted.

However, the door in the distance had already been closed, and the two could only watch as the brass-cast carriage slowly moved along the track into a deeper place.

Powerless, speechless, helpless.

……

……

in the carriage.

"Fortunately I'm smart!" Laos kept boasting.

Jon: "Yes, yes, you are the smartest. You are very smart."

"So smart? Am I not so smart?" Malushiel was studying the dwarven runes in the carriage. When she heard Jon's words, she suddenly turned around.

Jon didn't expect that there would be someone fighting for this title.

However, he was unwilling to argue too much on this issue, so he just pointed at the two of them and said, "You are Smart Number 1, and you are Smart Number 2."

"That's almost right!" Maru Hilton was satisfied with the title of 'Smartest No. 1' and started to study the runes again.

Laos chuckled.

Only Falin felt a little uneasy, and said weakly: "Everyone, have you noticed that the speed of the train seems to be getting slower and slower?"

"Really?" Malushiel raised her head.

After feeling it carefully, she exclaimed: "Now that you put it that way, it seems like something is indeed wrong."

Falin: “Yeah, yeah.”

Jon: "I think there are two possibilities for this situation. One is that we are almost there, and the other is that we are about to encounter danger."

Danger naturally does not exist.

The dwarf train ran very fast and reached its destination at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination.

This place seems like a relic.

Filled with many holes.

Moreover, the magic here is very chaotic, which makes many spellcasters (excluding Jon) feel particularly uncomfortable.

At this moment, a "hillside sheep" attracted everyone's attention.

"That is!"

"The one that's completely black!"

"No way?"

Laos, Marusil, and Chilchak all widened their eyes and shouted in unison: "Two-horned beast!"

The two-horned beast represents infidelity and corruption.

The most famous one among them should be the one that was the shame of the succubus under Bone Overlord. The virgin succubus couldn't ride the bicorn and made many jokes...

Closer to home.

Saw a two-horned beast.

Everyone had mixed reactions.

Laos was eager to catch it.

But Malushil said, "We just had dumplings not long ago. There's no need to waste extra energy on dealing with a monster that we're not familiar with."

Laos defended himself: "I am familiar with it, I am very familiar with it!"

It was obvious that this guy just wanted to taste the bicorn.

However, after discussing for a long time, they could not come to a conclusion, and instead the two-horned beast discovered their whereabouts.

I don't know what the considerations are.

The two-horned beast wanted to attack, but after taking two steps, it suddenly turned back.

Laos was anxious and hurriedly urged Jon: "Go quickly! If it's you, you will definitely be able to keep the two-horned beast."

I don't understand what you mean.

Jon raised an eyebrow: "Expression?"

Chirchak said, "Don't be so modest at this time. Hurry up and show your charm! We don't know how long it will take to see the Winged Lion. If we don't prepare some food, I'm worried that we won't be able to hold on."

  Jon:? ? ?

Why would the fallen bicorn like me?

This is slander!

Having said that, he still took a step towards the Bicorn.