Goron's thinking pattern is sometimes very simple, so simple that it is outrageous. [+New^^+ This is derived from the ogre blood flowing in his body, which is the unique thinking logic of the ogre. In his opinion, he cannot kill people at will, but he will most likely die if he takes action. Then the solution will be naturally obtained. Wouldn't it be enough to rescue the target immediately after the attack is over. It is this outrageous, or ridiculous thinking logic that creates a monster with nearly 80% of his internal organs completely exposed, but strangely still alive, a lively warning that makes people tremble and tremble when they see it.

The bar is silent...

When Geron aimed at someone, the guy would retreat wildly, as if he had fallen into the sight of Death. Geron glanced around the field, but a large unmanned land suddenly appeared around him. Even a war king stood here for a walk and murderous intention would not be better than this. Even the shock effect was far beyond Geron's own expectations. He was originally ready to defeat at least half of the people here before he could go out, but unexpectedly, just a little attempt at his own ideas, he simply solved the trouble in front of him... At least in Geron's own opinion, the trouble had been perfectly solved by him.

Goron and the woman walked out of the bar without any stopping, but after a long time, there was still a silence in the bar. Everyone's eyes were gathered on Mr. Poke who was sitting on the ground. Mr. Poke seemed to have gone crazy. He looked strange, not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, and his hands kept fumbled on the ground, grabbed his internal organs all over the ground and stuffed them back into his stomach, and then let them flow out of the big mouth on his stomach, repeating this seemingly funny process.

Finally, someone collapsed. He screamed in horror like a woman, and then turned around and ran out of the bar door. This collapse seemed to be terrible contagious. People screamed one by one. Then they turned around and ran away. Soon after, there were no people standing in the bar. In the end, only two or three real alcoholics who were lying on the table or crawling under the table, drunk and unconscious. There were so many such people in each bar. Even if the Hell Legion invaded a large-scale invasion and the natural disasters of the undead were close, they would not be affected at all. They would live in a drunken and dreams.

But among these drunkards, a petite figure suddenly raised her head. Her confused gaze first swept across Poke, who was smirking alone on the ground, and then turned to look at the bar door. After a moment, the drunkard, who had finally been more clear-headed, said vaguely: "Why, this guy is being played with so badly? Why do I seem to have seen this technique somewhere? Well, let me think about it, by the way... This is not the me

Is the little ghost head picked up from the bar the best trick? Several little ghost heads in the training camp were played to death by him, but he... isn't he dead? At Luochao Port and the Volcano Aunt, is that... "The drunkard suddenly burped with a very exaggerated person, and the pullover cloak he was wearing was suddenly overturned, and then he saw a pair of cute big round ears and a slender pointed tail swinging back and forth in the air.

The drunkard suddenly became a rat human orc girl. Her nose sniffed in the air again. After a moment, she began to say to herself: "The smell of wine... the fragrance of suicide wine is so greedy... and the smell of gunpowder and... the smell of shaman power fluctuations, well... it's him. This lucky little ghost is really alive, but why didn't he go back to the circus? Is this kid actually here to seek revenge on fairy tales? Forget it. I'm too lazy to think about it carefully. Using my brain is not Xiaomi's strength, in short, go back and report to the leader first..."

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"How did you do it?" After walking through several narrow alleys in succession, the woman finally couldn't help but ask the boy beside her.

It's easy to kill a person, but it's a bit incredible to do that. Why didn't that unlucky guy feel any pain? He didn't even realize that he had been dismantled. What secretary did the child use?

Although some fallen magicians can also achieve this effect, and some undead magicians have similar effects, the woman has not felt any magic power, divine power or fighting spirit from Ge Long from beginning to end. If even she cannot detect it, then it is completely certain that Ge Long is definitely not using magic magic magic that is known on the continent, nor is it a special combat skill activated based on fighting spirit. What he relies on should be the super magic skills he has achieved through hard work.

But the question is again, who will spend time studying and practicing this boring trick of killing people without dying, hurting people without pain...

The woman originally thought she had already lost all her curiosity about combat-related matters, but now it seems that there are obviously something that can attract her interest.

"It's cooking skills..." Ge Long answered the woman casually: "When processing ingredients, in order to ensure the freshness and taste of the ingredients, strict control is needed on whether the ingredients need to be bleed, the timing of the ingredients' death, and other factors. It is not difficult to achieve this level. In short, there is no problem to practice more."

Ge Long said yawning, but the things he said seemed like a heavenly book to a woman, and she didn't understand them at all. Although she had the power to press the dragon's neck to make her bow her head, no one on the whole continent dared to say that she was a useless person. However, the fact is that as a woman, in this society where feudalism and slavery coexist, and a woman's status is far lower than that of men, she didn't know any cooking skills, and even the skills of cooking black tea that noble ladies could master. Before this, his understanding of food was limited to food that could fill her stomach. However, because she didn't understand at all, she had a fascination and an irrepressible curiosity about what Ge Long said about "culinary skills".

"Where are we going?" Goron said, slapped his mouth, "Anyway, I have to do it, it's not the same place."

"Different! How can this be the same!" The woman's attention was immediately attracted, and he shouted in a angrily voice: "What exactly do you stinky kid think in your mind? That kind of shame... shame, how can you not choose a location, what should you do if you are seen!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, in short, you can find a place as soon as possible." Although he disagrees with what women say, especially if Goron can't figure out how it would be a shameful thing to breed offspring, Goron also knows that it is stupid and boring to argue with others. If others really need to accept their own opinions, it's okay to hit until the other party doesn't question their own opinions. This is the style of ogres.

Finally, the two finally found a very remote hotel and asked for the key to the room from the sleepy boss. Then they opened the door...

"I, I want to take a shower first." The woman said with a blushing face, and then without waiting for Goron to respond, she rushed straight into the bathroom. Although the hotel is remote and the business is cold. However, this is a hotel in Montenegro, and the level is not much lower, and the facilities are very complete. The woman stood under the shower, enjoying the magic-driven hot water supply system, allowing the hot water to wash away her perfect body. The paint applied to her face was washed away bit by bit, and the unseen true face of the Imperial Marshal Retuss was finally revealed.

"I'm... affair? Am I cheating? Am I... betrayed Isera now? Is she... the same feeling when she betrayed me?"

Alcohol was excreted from the body along the open pores. Reason also returned to the brain of the Imperial Marshal bit by bit.

"Am I nervous? How long has this feeling not been there? Do I really want to do this? If I really take that last step, what should I do later? Am I going to kill him? But..."

Retuss's mind has never been so chaotic. The invincible commander who was wise and powerful on the battlefield was as difficult as a girl who was preparing to taste the forbidden fruit for the first time.

She took a very long bath, as if only by hiding in the water could she escape the choices she was about to face and make herself.

"...Is there any meaning to regret now? Rettuss, what are you still hesitating? Don't you have to know the reason why Isera betrayed you? Are you not going to deny that nonsense? Then. What are you afraid of? What are you trying to escape? This is not betrayal... No, no, this is betrayal, but so what. This is revenge, for the woman who betrayed the divine oath and betrayed love in advance, no, for the female dragon, for Rettuss, you did not do anything wrong..."

With the idea of ​​giving up, Retusus, who was confused in his mind, rushed out of the bathroom naked with the last drunkenness. However, when her eyes swept across the room, she suddenly became soft and she collapsed on the ground and smiled foolishly...

On the comfortable and soft bed in the room, Goron had already taken off his clothes and lay on it, but he had fallen asleep.

Retusus shook his head with a wry smile, and a feeling of disappointment and gratitude surged in his heart. It took a long time before she stood up, sat by the bed, and quietly looked at the boy in front of her who had completely become another person. His age was even similar to his youngest child. Looking at him, a trace of motherly glory appeared on Retusus's face.

Goron's hat was thrown aside, and the stains on his face were also messed up by sweat. Retuss pulled a piece of rag head and gently wiped off the colorful green on his face. After a moment, a face with a familiar feeling appeared in front of Retuss.

Looking at this perfect face and the familiar facial lines, the expression on Retuss's face began to gradually become cold. The previous maternal brilliance disappeared without a trace as if it was an illusion. At this time, a little uncontrollable anger began to flow in the eyes of the Imperial Marshal.

"Sure enough... this look... is definitely related to you..." Retuss murmured softly, and the look he looked at Goron again had a little unconcealed hatred. It was strange that the object of these hatreds did not seem to be Goron, but someone else. But one thing is certain, that is, that object must have some indescribable connection with Goron. Moreover, Retuss would choose Goron, and even if she would appear near Goron, it did not seem to be pure accident.

At this moment, Goron, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were directly facing the gaze of the Imperial Marshal. When facing the woman who was supposed to be stranger in front of him, Goron was not at all surprised. The person who was really scared was Retuss, because the next second, her hands were tightly held by Goron, and her whole body was pushed down by Goron and pressed on the bed. Before Retuss could react, she felt a fiery stinging pain in her lower body, as if her body was pierced by a fire spear. The severe pain was accompanied by a strange feeling that she had never experienced before and rushed directly to her brain along the tailbone. (To be continued.)
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