Food Poems

Chapter 52 Heroism
The rime hanging all over the coniferous forest fell off one after another, and the huge moose fell unconscious in a big pit in the snow.

"Second ring combat skill, ground-shaking impact?"

In order to avoid the aftermath, Gray jumped back several meters, gripping the axe handle in confusion, staring at this strange squirrel, unable to understand.

But why does a squirrel know this fighting skill? And it defeated the giant moose in an instant!
Yeats stood behind a huge pine tree that remained motionless, as if sheltered from the impact of the earthquake.

He was more shocked than Gray.

This Siberian chipmunk just called itself 'Ratatosk'.

Could this be related to the squirrel on the world tree in the plot of "Phantom Wings"?
In the background story, at the top of the World Tree, there lives a sacred eagle, and at the root of the World Tree, there lives a poisonous dragon.

The squirrel passed messages back and forth between the condor and the poisonous dragon, trying to sow discord between the two, indirectly triggering a legendary war!

Of course, the gods cannot personally interfere in the Central Plains; at most they can send down incarnations or project their will.

At this time.

The squirrel first carefully examined Gray, a strange look flashed across his eyes, and said:
"I thought all the pure dragonborn had died, but I didn't expect there are still some left."

Gray was stunned. Her identity was known at a glance, and she immediately felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't get me wrong. I won't regard you as a threat like the descendants of the Ancient Dragon."

The squirrel turned his head and looked at Ye Zhi, shaking his furry tail, and nodded coldly: "I just think that the offering you just made is very good and worthy of recognition!"

"Offering?" Ye Zhi was a little confused, then he reacted and said suddenly, "You mean, the bunch of hazelnut worms just now."

The squirrel's tense expression suddenly collapsed, and he said in surprise: "What, those are not hazelnuts, but hazelnut worms? But why do they taste like hazelnuts!"

Yeats: "Because I have treated it with food, so that it looks like a bunch of hazelnuts..."

The squirrel leaned back slightly, with its two small front paws protecting its body, its eyes wide open with a human-like look of shock.

Yeats: (_)
This guy doesn't look very smart, could he be a fake?

But it easily knocked down the giant moose and recognized Grey's identity at a glance, which didn't seem to be easy.

When you are undecided, treat someone to a meal.

"This Tony..." Yeats forgot the difficult-to-pronounce name again.

"Ratatosk." The squirrel crossed his arms calmly, "Or, you can call me 'Drilltooth'."

"Drilltooth, it's getting late. Do you want to have dinner with us?" Ye Zhi invited. "The ingredients will be the giant moose you just shot down. I guarantee it will taste better than hazelnut worms."

Squirrels are actually omnivores.

A light flashed in Zuanya's smart eyes, and he suddenly pricked up his ears in alertness, raised his upper body and looked around.

There were chaotic footsteps and the long howls of hunting dogs, as if a large group of hunters had heard the news and were rushing over.

"There's a breath of dark night!"

Zuanya lowered his body and ran towards Ye Zhi.

"I don't want to expose my whereabouts so soon - human, please lend me your shoulder!"

The breath of the dark night? Isn't that me?

No, I have a panel with me, and my aura is purer than that of the Holy Light believers!

While Yeats was thinking, the little squirrel jumped lightly onto his shoulder.

Zuanya lay on Ye Zhi's shoulder, rubbing his cheeks with his two front paws, pretending to be a pet squirrel.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but stretch out his finger and gently poke the little squirrel's head, and he responded with a cold telepathy.

"Human, if you don't want to go to the Land of the Dead, stop offending me."

Ye Zhi decisively admitted defeat, and saw five hunters coming upon hearing the news, including the troll Ogg.

The troll Ogg first glanced at the fallen giant moose, and seeing that it had lost its breath, he stamped his feet, then looked at Ye Zhi, and after a long pause, he smiled:

"Hahaha, it was Oger's friend who first hunted the giant moose!"

Among the crowd, there was a guy who Ye Zhi felt looked quite familiar. He was the wolf cavalry orc who blocked the road that day.

"Storm Wolf" Kuska was leading a frost wolf. The scabbard on his back had been replaced with a hunting bow. When he saw Ye Zhi, his face changed slightly.

He looked down at the giant moose, then looked at Ye Zhi again to confirm, his expression becoming quite strange. The messenger of the goddess of winter killed the giant moose so easily.

Kuska felt a little relieved... I voluntarily handed the sword to him that day, and it was the right thing to do!

A half-orc hunter with a scar on his face shouted angrily in the crowd:
"Hey, did you kill the giant moose? Speak up!"

Ye Zhi glanced at the drill on his shoulder and saw the little squirrel took out a pine cone from somewhere, lowered his head and used his two small front paws to pick it up, while telepathically speaking:
"Human, admit it."

"Yes, it was me and my companions who killed the giant moose." Ye Zhi looked around at everyone, "Any questions?"

Hearing this, the Orc Hunter sighed heavily: "I didn't expect you two to be so skilled. I have been ambushing for so many days in vain... Let's go!"

There were only four people left: Og, Kuska, and a human man and woman.

Ye Zhi thought to himself…According to Zuan Ya, there are Dark Night believers among these people?
Followers of the Dark Night do all kinds of bad things, either murder or sacrifice.

According to the plot of the winter event of "Phantom Wings", cultists who disrupted the festival appeared in this festival.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but become alert and looked at the four people.

Kuska looked at the "Winter Envoy" and pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a stiff smile, and complimented reluctantly:
"Your Excellency is very skilled. It is truly admirable."

The troll Ogg looked around at Ye Zhi in surprise and said, "Kuska from the Frostwolf tribe, do you know my good friend?"

Ye Zhi smiled slightly: "Kuska is a devout believer of the Winter Goddess. I have met him once."

These words were so flawless that Kuska felt relieved and secretly admired the skill of the messenger of God.

God knows how he became good friends with the troll!
Trolls are evil creatures that don't recognize anyone when they go mad. Making friends with them will only lead to death!
Maybe the messenger of God is extraordinary... Kuska looked at Ye Zhi deeply, nodded, and left with the Frostwolf, and another man and woman left afterwards.

The troll Ogg was very happy about the giant moose that Yeats and Grey hunted, and insisted that Yeats tell him about his heroic deeds. Yeats had no choice but to talk nonsense, saying that he and his magical pet worked together to finally lure the giant moose into the trap in the snow pit and successfully killed it.

Oger opened his mouth wide, his eyes showing deep admiration, and he believed Yeats's lies without a doubt.

Gray rolled her eyes... Cooperating with a pet? When did I become your pet?

As dusk engulfed the lakeside forest, Yeats invited Ogg to stay for a picnic by the lake, but he apologized and declined, saying he had to go home to have dinner with his mother.

An official in a robe came to confirm who killed the giant moose and officially announced that Ye Zhi was awarded the title and medal of "Winter Lake City Warrior" by the lord, and could return to the city to receive 300 gold coins and a set of enchanted saddles.

"You are at my disposal with the giant moose's carcass," the official said. "But please cut off the giant moose's antlers and bring them to the ice lake tomorrow morning to participate in the festival. The nobles and commoners in the city will attend the festival."

The saddle was exactly what he needed, and the more gold coins the better. Yeats nodded with a smile and looked down at the silver medal in his hand.

"Deer Hunter Warrior Medal: Excellent. A medal awarded to brave hunters by the Northern Chieftain, blessed by the goddess of fishing, hunting and winter."

Without enchantments, can it only be sold for money?

Ye Zhi was a little disappointed, but when he touched the medal, a surge of magical power surged into his body.

"You have learned a new spell."

"Heroism: 1st-level spell. You touch a willing creature to fill it with courage. The creature is immune to panic until the spell ends, and has a temporary boost to its physical strength. You can designate additional units when you raise the level."

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up.

This spell is suitable for strengthening teammates, and in the future it can also enhance the entire army!

Thinking of this, Ye Zhi smiled, a white light flashed on his palm, and he patted Grey on the shoulder... Old Lei, since Fokasse is not here, it’s up to you to take the lead and output.

You've been strengthened, come on!

Gray turned her head in surprise: "What?"

"I just cast the spell 'Heroism' on you." Ye Zhi said calmly, "Do you feel full of power now?"

"Is there...?" Gray said unsurely.

Ye Zhi said calmly: "That's because you resisted. Next time you voluntarily let me touch you, and your 'heroism' will take effect."

Gray: (ω)
That sounds very doubtful!

"By the way, about the Dark Night believers..." Ye Zhi looked at the little squirrel on his shoulder.

"Let's eat first." The little squirrel rubbed his hands, "Let's talk while we eat!"

(End of this chapter)