wandering fairy

.Wandering Immortal Chapter 290 Guard

The maned boar finally came to the church belt of grasslands and hills.It is a lush and lush grassland, and to the northwest is a slightly barren rolling hill.Dozens of miles away is where the Cyclops tribe gathers.And here.Often some clear|spring water oozes out.There are also some arable ones of medium quality.Therefore, this place is set as the soil of the royal family.And established some solid and thick defensive fortresses in the distance.To fend off those ferocious centaur threats.

The fortress in the distance is so "strong".Like a crouching Qingyan monster.Look at the vast world around you.There are still spots of red marks on the thick blue-gray rock walls.It seems to be showing his strength and indestructibility.Repeatedly repair the thick city wall and make it smooth.It's like a mighty fortress that has just been put into use.

The bristly boar withdrew|light.He remembered the battle not long ago and those comrades who died in battle.Perhaps there have been some wars here.Also buried some comrades-in-arms~~ However.The most important thing now is to find that dog-headed lizardman named Patchpara.Find out who killed your mother!

He collected his thoughts.He walked straight into the simple village in front of him.It is said that people here have seen the activities of some dog-headed lizard people.

This place is dilapidated like an army crossing the border!Collapsed and half-collapsed thatched houses abound.Some families hastily set up a big thatched shed to "settle down".Beside the thatched shed is a pile of collapsed earth walls and burnt ashes of thatched roofs.look around.It's hard to see a healthy house.

Is this the "masterpiece" of those centaurs?The bristly pig thought bitterly.A middle-aged man with wrinkled face and numb eyes was plowing in the field ahead.So he went up to ask each other.

The man's gray wrinkled face is really miserable. It looks like he has been in prison for decades.After listening to the mane-haired pig's inquiry, he pointed to a half-tumbled stone house and said, "The male owner of that family once knew that the dog-headed lizardmen haunted the grasslands and hills. He knows best. You can ask him. "

Come to this dilapidated house.I saw a woman with a crippled leg doing housework with difficulty.In the relatively complete half of the house, there is only a simple earth kang covered with rotten sheepskin and linen, a decayed old cabinet without a cabinet door, and two lame chairs.And a fairly finished table.Probably because it's covered in dust inside and out.It's too dirty, so when the centaur attacked, it didn't touch this stone thing.

A bunch of unknown things are cooked in a large pot on the stage.It looks like a pile of pulpy vegetable paste, but it has a faint bitter taste.It's like brewing medicine.Bristlepigs don't like the smell of medicine.The woman who hastened her legs asked about the situation.After asking, I found out that her man and his child had gone to collect firewood.Might not be back for a while.

The bristly pigs are also not easy to stand on.I just helped this poor peasant woman move some fire.Then help her chop vegetables.But this "dish" is obviously not for people to eat!

"Ah~~" the wrinkled peasant woman kept sighing and sighing: "The lords have taken away more than half of our food, and our rations are only enough for half a year at most. When half a horse arrives later, we will take away all the food. Swept away. How can there be anything to eat now. These are weeds recruited from the grasslands and mountains. Anyway, it can fill your stomach."

The bristle-haired pig asked in a deep voice: "But these things are harmful to the body! Long-term consumption will lead to short life! Don't you know this?" The woman on the opposite side showed a bit of misery in her numb eyes and just shook her head He sighed and said, "Why don't you know. But if you don't eat, you will starve to death. Is there any other way besides eating? Sigh~~ It's meaningless to live like this. Either you force it or I take it away. It's better to go to hope earlier. Go to Goddess Leah. You can eat the sweetest harmless fruits there. You can drink big bean soup every day. Sigh~~It’s better to go early~~Just don’t worry~~I gave birth to four and died Three. I don’t know if the last one can grow up or not. I hope the goddess will bless you.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but worship a simple half-arm-high goddess statue on the wooden cabinet.

Bristlepig listened.I was panicked.Even though I know these things.But most of the time is spent in the barbarian training ground.There are not many things that I really saw. Now that I read it carefully, I feel upset, so I keep silent.Until two piles of "wood" came in the distance.

The firewood is as high as two people.It almost crushed the person carrying firewood below.at first glance.I thought it was two piles of heavy wood moving by themselves!After walking very close, I saw that the father and son in coarse linen clothes were pressing down on them.It's all covered with dusty dirt.Carrying something several times heavier than oneself, it was difficult to walk on the potholed road step by step.Looking at their appearance, they are also skinny and seem to be a combination of dingy firewood.I don't know when it will be completely crushed.

Shaking his head and sighing, the bristle-haired pig came forward to help them pick up the firewood and returned to the half-collapsed house.Only then did the man say: "I've seen a bunch of dog-headed lizardmen going about their activities outside, and one of the armors is made of magic items. It looks very expensive. But they come and go in a hurry. I don't know what they are doing. .Anyway, they have never harassed us. If you want to find it, master, you can follow the path outside the fort until you reach between the two hills. Keep guard there. Maybe you can meet them.” As the lowest farmer.Met anyone with a higher status.Whether he is big or small.Even a two-year-old|baby.All of them add the word "Master".I was trained and beaten myself.

Bristlepig was about to stand up and leave.Suddenly, another skinny middle-aged farmer came running in the distance.Shouted this way: "Flavus! Two more of us were injured by stones when we were repairing the fort. Go and treat it!" The man named "Flavus" in front of him After answering "wait for me to eat something".Busily scooped up a piece of vegetable paste from the bowl.Swallowed a few gulps.

The bristle-haired pig stared at his old bowl with seven or eight mouths missing and said, "So you are a priest. You believe in the goddess of sprouts? I just happened to go outside through the fortress. Let's go together. Oh~~ You Can I have a taste of the food?" "Priest" Flavis was stunned for a moment before he hesitated and said: "This food is terrible and ~~ we are running out."

The Bristle Pig smiled and said:

Son.I'll buy a bowl and try it.This is money. "As he spoke, he handed over an exquisite silver coin. Seeing that the other party did not dare to accept it, he said, "I'm looking for money.Let's talk about it later.I'll try it first. After saying that, he scooped up a bowl and swallowed it.

Oh shit!This is simply a bowl of grass with a weird taste!

Suffering from the unpleasant smell of weird dishes.The bristly pig finally followed the priest Flavi who looked more like a fleeing farmer.Slowly walked to the neat fortress with a height of 4 and as wide as a small hill.There can be a faint smell of barbecue here.It seems that a sumptuous banquet is being held in the fortress.It makes people salivate slightly.

When you walk to the checkpoint next to the fortress.Sure enough, I saw two low-level gemstone dragon vein warlocks wearing expensive lace brocade clothes and wearing high-grade white steel scale armor.I was burying my head in the oily flesh.Beside them stood a dozen or so ogres and bear spirits with thick scale armor and holding spears|spears and axes.Form a thoughtful service circle and serve meticulously.Such thoughtful service spirit gem dragon veins can devote their energy to command the fifty or sixty skinny human coolies next to them.These numb-looking humans are repairing a heavily damaged stone watchtower next to the checkpoint.

"Hurry up!" The emerald gem dragon vein ogre sitting on a big wooden chair at one end.Beautifully gnawing on a large piece of oily meat.He raised his hand and shouted: "If the watchtower can't be repaired before the Sculus centaur arrives, we can't stop those murderous guys! Then don't blame us if your village is passed by them again! Yo. Isn’t this Pastor Flavis? Come on. Hurry up and treat those unlucky bastards. We are short of manpower here.” He said to a burly silver-armored ogre warrior beside him : "Go. Get me another towel in the fortress. It's covered in oil. It's so painful to touch."

The bristly boar bears the emblems of the royal troops.After the other party hastily checked.Suddenly he laughed in a strange way: "You are the mane-haired pig, the barbarian from Faznula Village? I heard that you can all fly now. Why don't you show us a show?"

The mane-haired pig replied blankly: "Only my teacher, Jay Leno, can fly. I still have to practice for a while." Then he followed Flavis "Priest" to the side where the accident happened and two fractures The man lay alone on the bed moaning next to a pool of blood and a pile of big rocks.Just nothing.Not a single person.

Because everyone had to go to repair the big watchtower about three stories high next to it.

The two old-faced men looked no more than 40 years old.But the hair is all white.Nor did she show any sign of pleasure after seeing Flavis.He just watched blankly as the pastor cast a white halo on his hand.The flesh and bones in the back of the wound covered by the light wheel of this healing technique wriggled and healed quickly.

Because the opponent's injuries were too severe, Flavis used several low-level healing techniques in a row to heal all the wounds.When the two unlucky and lucky people just stood up, they heard a strong scolding sound from the emerald dragon-veined ogre not far away: "The two over there are cured! Hurry up and do it!" If the centaur comes and our watchtowers are not in good condition, you just wait for the village to be massacred!"

The bristle-haired pig sees that the opponent's position is higher than its own.He was only dissatisfied and reprimanded in a low voice: "Even if the watchtower is not repaired, as long as your fortress is not breached, then you have the responsibility to expel the outsiders! Why don't the current guys even have this basic common sense? Next time, tell Mr. Jay Leno Say. Let the royal family take care of it.”

Flavis next to him got up and sighed: "Don't worry about that. It has been rectified before. But what's the use? The situation on the battlefield is changing. How can everything be done properly? So, they always have Reasons to shirk responsibility. Besides, their gemstone dragon veins are the royal family. How could the royal family slap their own mouths. Sigh~~ It’s like this until the building is repaired. They can also abide by their words.”

The bristly pig heard the "smell".He frowned deeply and asked in a low voice: "You mean. They used to break their promises. For example, it is possible to ignore those centaur robbers after repairing the watchtower?" The other party shrugged.He said flatly: "When there are fewer half-horses, maybe I will send a few soldiers to come over to urge those robbers to leave early. But when there are more centaurs, they will not come out. But every time A lot of centaurs will come here every time. It can range from hundreds to thousands. How can they stop them with this little force? ~Hasn’t the day passed? You’d better hurry up and find those dog-headed lizardmen. It’s hard to find them when it’s late.”

Bristlepig sighed deeply.Turn around and stride away.The royal family has never been a comfortable place to be.

A group of dog-headed lizardman remnants had already retreated along the path to the hills.I saw this group of short guys covered in blood and frightened.While dragging the tattered leather armor like a beggar's uniform, he started to "race" anxiously.They yelled at each other.Some scolded those ferocious and terrifying centaurs.Some are scolding their own people.

Dudu was furiously yelling at Patchpala: "Didn't you say that those remnants of the Metellus centaur are easy to deal with? If you want to get rid of that senior priest named Shanwu, you can be a safe pit." Get rid of the others. Then we monopolize the business here. We also have more money to recruit believers for Bahamut. But today, not only did they not get rid of them, but they lost half of their partners. You have to take full responsibility!"

Patchpala even more fiercely clutched the bloody deep wound on his arm.He pushed back bluntly and said: "Did we know that guy named Trier would have a perverted knife? That middle-handled golden sword is definitely not ordinary. I guess it is at least made of fine gold. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to chop Open my giant rock mechanism! Damn he should have been crushed to death. You don’t blame him. Instead, blame me?! Don’t forget who pulled these teams for you! Without my hard work to help you Team. These kobolds have dispersed long ago! Don’t think that talking about Bahamut all day and shutting Temuhaba can develop and grow. You don’t even know 0 magic spells now. Why should everyone listen to you!”