Heritage foundry

Chapter 13 Lamas Otto

It was night, and Zhou Mo slept at the house of the red-bearded uncle.

Lying on the floor with seven dwarves sleeping next to him made Zhou Mo miserable.

The snoring of a single dwarf is enough to make people roll over in a quiet night, but the superposition of seven dwarves' snoring is simply a kind of torture.

In the dark night, Zhou Mo opened his eyes. At this time, he felt that being sensitive was not a good thing without precedent, because he could clearly perceive that his bones were trembling with the dwarf's snoring.

A hand that looked too pale under the moonlight gently pressed the junction of the two windows, a ray of red-golden light shone from the middle of the window, and spread to the upper and lower ends. After not touching any obstacles, The red golden light went out.

Lamas Otto dragged a stumped arm, and a trace of anger flashed across his pale face.

It took Lamas Otto a full ten days to become proficient in this kind of ingenious technique of invading through the crack of the window with fighting spirit, and then instantly smashing the mechanism that locked the window into pieces.

However, it was futile to use it at the first time. The reason is very simple. The doors and windows of the red beard uncle's house have never been equipped with any messy mechanisms, and the necessary things such as chains have been abandoned by the heroic red beard.

Ramas Otto swallowed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the window with gentle force. He had tried before, and with this special technique, he could move a sleeping cat without waking it up.

"Squeak..." The veins on Lamas Otto's forehead exploded, and he huddled under the window, not daring to make a sound.

There is no way, the rusty window shaft will make noise as long as it is moved, and the friction sound of the metal bearing is especially harsh at night.

After waiting for a long while and finding no movement in the room, Lamas Otto slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, stood up again, and pressed lightly on the window sill with one hand. Lamas Otto was completely silent. Breathlessly floated into the house.

There was a slight red-gold light in the eyes, and everything in the darkness was clearly visible.

There are two rooms with doors in Uncle Redbeard's house, one is Uncle Redbeard's own bedroom, and the other is an empty room, where Zhou Mo and the seven dwarves sleep now.

Ramas Otto didn't have to choose at all. Through the thick solid wooden door, he could still hear eight different snoring sounds one after another, one in one room alone and the other seven in another room.

Having learned the lesson of the window, Ramas Otto's whole body burst into a red-gold fighting spirit. With just a dodge, he ignored the four-finger-thick solid wood door and appeared in the room where Zhou Mo was.

It only took Lamas Otto a hundredth of a second to distinguish between humans and dwarves, and before Zhou Mo opened his mouth to yell, he pressed a hand on Zhou Mo's spine, instantly controlling all Zhou Mo's actions .

With Zhou Mo in between, Ramas Otto left Redbeard's house without delay, and then let out a long breath, with a satisfied expression on his extremely handsome face. The hijacking operation was perfect.

Lamas Otto carried Zhou Mo with one hand, his whole body shrouded in red-gold fighting spirit, ignoring any wooden doors, and broke into another house silently.

Throwing Zhou Mo on the ground, Lamas Otto broke into the master's bedroom.

Zhou Mo, who was lying on the ground, had the connection between his brain and body temporarily cut off, and lost his ability to move. But through the door destroyed by Ramas Otto, Zhou Mo looked at the second prince, and moved his hand Inserted into the chest of the owner of the room, and then the old man who usually only drank low-quality rum and always smiled when he saw people, was swallowed up by the red-gold fighting spirit bit by bit.

That's right, after eating it, first the muscles disappeared little by little, then the bones, and finally only a thin piece of human skin remained...

Zhou Mo was horrified, his scalp seemed to be electrified, and there was only one thought in his mind, Lamas Otto, he could no longer be called a human being.

In this way, Zhou Mo was carried by Lamas Otto, and wandered from house to house in Xiyang Town. Every time he ate a person with red-gold fighting spirit, Zhou Mo found traces of bright red flames coming from Lamas. Si Otto's left arm escaped.

Coming out of the last house, Zhou Mo was already a little numb. In less than two hours, there was no living person in the entire sunset town except the red bearded uncle and the seven dwarves.

Lamas? Otto's left arm returned to normal. Under the silver moonlight, Lamas, who moved his left arm, suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo's handsome face looked like a devil in Zhou Mo's eyes. .

With a bright smile, Lamas Otto under the moonlight is as handsome as the son of a god, but seeing this smile, Zhou Mo's mind is full of ghouls still chewing flesh and blood.

Lamas Otto grabbed Zhou Mo's neck and lowered his voice:

"Black-haired boy, you have seen the ability of this king, and this king has also seen your fear. This king is born above all living beings, like a tiger against an antelope. Your ability is very interesting. This king will train you well. "

The moment the big man-eating hand pinched Zhou Mo's neck, Zhou Mo closed his eyes and tried his best to express his fear.

In fact, in Zhou Mo's field of vision, Lamas Otto turned into a group of light balls that competed with each other, exuding red-golden light all over, and surrounded by thick blood evil spirit.

Zhou Mo's own life field trembled slightly, and three fingernail-sized white experiential light clusters appeared on the red golden light ball, which were also copied by Zhou Mo's life field.

The mind swept over the three light clusters of experience, and a large amount of information and pictures were imprinted in Zhou Mo's mind.

Zhou Mo seemed frightened by Lamas Otto's words, his face twitched, hiding the cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seemingly satisfied with Zhou Mo's fear, Lamas Otto stood up and straightened his clothes. The unique aura of heaven and nobles reappeared on him, as if the ogre just now had never existed generally.

Elegantly mentioning Zhou Mo, under the moonlight, Lamas Otto nodded gracefully to the houses on both sides of the street as if he was going to a ball, and slowly walked towards the wilderness.

Being carried like a package is definitely not an interesting experience. When Lamas Otto took out the red-gold combat energy at the spine that cut off the brain and body exercises, Zhou Mo felt that there were everywhere in his body. Before he could stand up in pain, his forehead was held down by Lamas Otto's big hand.

A sharp fighting spirit pierced Zhou Mo's brain, as if something was left behind.

"This king has left an imprint of military orders in your mind. If you dare to disobey any orders of this king, you will end up like disobeying military orders in the army."

Lamas Otto let go of his big hand, and looked down at Zhou Mo. For the first time, Zhou Mo discovered that his pupils were khaki.

"Different form but same result, your head disappears where it should be!"

Zhou Mo lowered his head and stopped looking at Lamas Otto, signaling his submission.

"Get up, go get a three-month-old prairie white deer. It needs to be alive without any damage."

Lamas Otto ordered in an orderly tone, and Zhou Mo felt his forehead swell slightly when the words came to his ears. If he didn't execute the order immediately, the things in his forehead would really blow his head to pieces.

Not daring to delay, Zhou Mo quickly broke into the tall grass in the wilderness. Although he had never been in the wilderness, nor had he ever hunted wild animals, he relied on the experience of dozens of wilderness hunters in his mind to search , Zhou Mo is also proficient in the ability to catch prey.

Looking up at the sky, it was early morning, the east had just turned white, and the sun had not yet risen. At this time, herbivores would not eat, and the morning dew would damage their stomachs.

The hoofprints of the grassland white deer, the approximate gathering places in the wasteland, behavior habits and other information flowed through Zhou Mo's mind.

Suddenly, Zhou Mo's pupils shrank slightly. Prairie white deer like to eat marsh rot grass the most, and there is a large wilderness swamp not far away. There are not only prairie white deer, but also another kind. Zhou Mo must something to get.

(End of this chapter)