"It's good to know." The two of them have been standing here for a while. Although they seem to be fishing and have nothing to do with patrolling the surroundings of the camp, they have already deployed their own spells near the camp. Gorefiends will use magic to create special creations that serve as their eyes and ears to detect the surroundings, and scavengers can also identify whether enemies are approaching by sensing nearby life signatures. "Those halo guys didn't come back?" Simon thought those guys would pretend to retreat to paralyze them and then fight back. "No. That's Rutland Gunslinger. He understands His Highness's power better than any of us." A group of Sakaz will become Worm's shackles if they live, but if there is only one Sarkaz left in Worm, Rutland will be in bad luck. A gunslinger would not do such a stupid thing as dragging down the entire Rutland caravan for some supplies and propaganda of the so-called racial enemy. "Are you hungry?" Simon touched his stomach. He was a little hungry and wanted to drink blood. Unfortunately, His Highness would not let him attack those Sakaz.
"Not hungry." Compared to Simon who likes to drink blood, Norton, who can eat more meat, can withstand the intrusion of hunger better. "I'm going to find something to eat..." "You'd better not mess around." "Ha. I have my own sense of proportion." Norton didn't pay much attention to Simon. He patrolled very seriously and would not rest until the calculated patrol time was over. He had already done his best by reminding him about the pink-eye disease. If he was stupid again, he wouldn't be blamed. "Hey, you stupid ghoul." Simon sat on the tree trunk and drank leisurely with a bag of plasma. These were the medical supplies of the Sakota people, and he, who was keen on blood, took out a few bags in advance. He hadn't tasted Sakota blood in blood of those guys is extremely sweet, and it will be difficult for blood demons who are not sweet-tasting to swallow it. But it would be nice to be full now, and he didn’t have to choose. Just stay here for a while, catch some fish, and then go back when the mission is almost over. The two of them each have their own thoughts and actions, but as long as nothing happens, it doesn't matter what happens to the current mercenary team commander Hedley can't do anything to them. "Worm, how is it? Is it delicious?" Faced with W's inquiry, Worm's answer was to eat all the meat and vegetable soup. "taste good." Much more delicious than Rem Billiton's canned vegetables. While eating, Worm suddenly thought of something.
"W, should we have a celebration party?" When they were still at the Tower of Babel, they would have a banquet to celebrate after completing several missions, and they had a lot of fun. Worm felt that there should be a banquet to celebrate this time. "Yes, but it's getting late, and they've probably finished their meal... It would be a waste to hold a banquet at this time." W doesn’t agree very much. After all, if he agrees, the alone time will be gone. "07:30...enough." But Worm wanted to do this, and W had no choice but to agree. Theresia also approved of it. Holding a group party is a good decision. It can build relationships between team members and relax everyone's tense spirits. A lively party can enhance the team's cohesion. After hearing Worm's proposal, Hedley agreed cooperatively, and began to inform each team through the communication that the first celebration banquet would be held in front of Worm's camp in half an hour, and asked them to They each prepared what they wanted to eat and drink. "Where are Simon and Norton? Haven't they come back yet?" Worm has not forgotten these it is a celebration banquet, no member of the team can be left behind, even if they are excluded. "They are patrolling." W followed Worm around the camp with his chest in his hands. When he heard his question, he replied. "I saw it." After telling the two people who had returned from the patrol to attend the celebration party, Worm went to prepare to catch some edible wild animals. It's best to have a large and meaty creature like a rock crab. 20. Celebration feast "Worm. Are you catching hares too?" The Mudrock Team is working in a to the mudstone magic, it was very convenient for them to catch animals hiding under the soil. They caught eight hares in less than half an hour. Seeing the familiar pink and white Sakaz appear, Mu Yan thought he had also discovered a hare here. "Hare? Looks fat. But I'm chasing a bunch of horned jackals." The group of horned beasts are still some distance away from here, and Worm needs to rush over quickly to prevent them from running away after eating and drinking. "Horned beast..." Mu Yan looked at the few little rabbits in the cage and fell into deep thought. "Come together, Mudstone." If Worm went alone, he would need to stack up the horned beast carcasses and carry them back to the camp. He might get his clothes and hair dirty, and the little devil would nag him. "Okay. We won't cause you any trouble."
Compared to dealing with the troublesome rabbit, the meaty and plump Horntail was more lovable, and Mudrock immediately decided between the two. But these rabbits cannot be wasted. They can be used as spare food after being slaughtered and dried. "..." "..." Mud Yan was not a talkative person, so she followed Worm silently, followed by her chatting teammates. "Keep quiet. Those Horntails are by the stream ahead, so avoid disturbing them." Worm gave the order, and everyone immediately moved forward in silence. There is still some water in this creek, and the horned beasts also come here to replenish water. Worm poked the handle of the white blade at his waist, and a pale bone pen popped out, the banshee's bone pen. A black spell hit the horned beast as a sentinel. It fell to the ground without making any sound. The blood flowing out did not attract the attention of its companions. The strange death was terrifying. The mercenaries bent down and slowly approached. It wasn't until Worm's voice sounded again that the Horntails realized that a hunter had caught up with the door. "Woohoo~!" This time, everyone hunted a total of seven horned beasts, two lambs, two males and three is enough meat for everyone to eat until they are tired of it. "Worm, what a powerful spell." Mu Yan couldn't follow up because of his bulky equipment, so he waited for them to come back by guarding the rabbit cage. She saw the whole process, Worm's spell was released so accurately and she could become this powerful, the last treatment would not have made Worm so tired, and she would be able to heal other companions faster. "My friend taught me this. Do you want to learn?" Banshee Logos taught Worm everything he could, and explained everything he knew to Worm. Under his supervision, Worm naturally became an excellent warlock. "Huh? Can I learn?" Mud Rock was taken aback. As a native of Kazdale, she is very aware of the rigidity of some ancient Sakaz tribes in controlling the magic they master. Worm is still the little devil. The spells learned by the devil must be more ancient and precious. Can they really be passed on to others? "Why not?" Wurm couldn't understand this. Whether it was a blood demon or a scavenger, a lich, a witch, or even the pardoner and his mother's aunt's spells, he had learned them all without any problems. "But tomorrow." There is a banquet to be held today, so we cannot teach. "Ah, then Your Highness... we, can we also learn?"
Behind Worm, the bold Sakaz asked aloud. His companions behind him all looked at him in shock or ordinary Sarkaz mercenary dares to ask the Demon King for spells? "Okay. You are too weak in the application of spells. Learning more will help you live longer." Worm's answer surprised them even more. Many of the warlocks among the Sakaz mercenaries are wild monks. After being infected, they will use Sakaz's instinct to release spells, and then they can do something if you want to learn some real skills, you will have to be lucky enough to be used as consumables by some Sakaz nobles. If you can survive, you can learn something to save your , with such precious magic knowledge, Worm agreed to their study without hesitation... Regardless of whether they could learn anything, this attitude was enough to make them feel reverent. When Worm returned to the camp with a group of Sakaz who had not yet recovered, a bonfire had been set up in front of his tent. "Warm!" Dabuliu ran over happily when he saw him. "Just waiting for you to come back." The food and wine have been prepared, and everyone is entering. "Say something, Your Highness." Hedley asked him. 'Yeah, come on Worm tell me you can't speak, you can't make people like you. ' Theresia will also give some encouraging words before the celebration party begins to warm up the event. "Say something, Worm." The little devil is also looking forward to it. This is the first time the Little Devil has hosted a celebration banquet. What will he say?What will be done?Everyone is looking forward to it. "..." Worm stood on a temporary rock placed in front of the bonfire. Mudstone and her team, Hedley and his team, the blood demons and scavengers, and W, all the Sakaz looked at flames reflected on their bodies, the fresh meat was sizzling with oil, and they held drinks and candies in their hands. This scene made him feel like he was standing in the hall of the Tower of Babel, with everyone looking at Theresa. "I promise……" Worm didn't know what he could say. He couldn't say the words Theresa said that were full of hope and ideals. He wasn't as eloquent and eloquent as Kelsey or the doctor. The only thing he could say at the moment was The only guarantee he made was a sentence that didn't sound interesting at all. "Tomorrow, from now on, until the moment of my death, I will lead you to live a better life." But for these wandering Sakaz, this promise is enough. What's more, today they have seen the results of this promise being fulfilled. The Sakota caravan made a humiliating retreat. None of their companions died. The most seriously injured was the unlucky guy who was shot in the limbs by Sakota. His limbs were injured but he could still work. He even died because Sakota left enough medicine. More serious consequences such as amputation are avoided. They can eat large chunks of fresh meat to their fill, drink Rutland's best-selling beer, and taste the sweetness of candies. "Come and enjoy this banquet, my warriors, my compatriots."
"Worm! Worm! Worm!!!" Under the influence of Dabuliu, the number one expert in creating atmosphere, and influenced by the vague connection, one Sakaz after another began to shout and celebrate. In the increasingly lively banquet, someone was thinking about something else. "Simple words can strongly boost Sakaz's mood. Is the crown really not with him?" 21. Mom is going to be angry