Chapter 817 Memories

"Oh, I seem to have hunted an unexpectedly big prey."

As if dreaming and waking up, as if dreaming and dreaming, in the halo, Belial gently opened his eyes, and a cute smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"As humans say, a big pie falls from the sky. Isn't that true?"

Next to her, Andariel's flaming hair suddenly grew taller. This was the moment when she was in a very good mood.

"Wait a minute, do you want to take advantage of such a good thing?"

Darker than the night and brighter than the starry sky, the jet-black waterfall hair was flying high from the ice cave. Azmodan, who didn't know when he would come back, flashed the gun that was three times as high as hers.

A giant sword with obsidian luster was inserted across the height of the ice wall, and she sat on it. Gorgeous armor like a dark holy garment was placed on her slender body, and she wore a black gold crown on her head, showing her beauty and majesty.

"Wait for me, wait for me, my clone is about to rush over."

With undisguised excitement shining in his eyes, Azmodan looked at Andariel with an imposing gaze.

"Really, it only takes three minutes at most."

Andariel obviously didn't care about this reckless and bellicose Demon King girl, he sighed softly and shook his head.

"Yeah?"

Belial smiled mysteriously and whispered softly in a voice that the other two demon kings could not hear.

"Don't underestimate him, he's not easy to chew off..."

…

"Boy, come here."

I don't know how many times I was beaten to the ground by the old drunkard. I stood up, patted the dirt on my body, turned around and ran away as if nothing had happened.

"Didn't I ask you to come here?!"

The next moment, his head came into contact with the sole of his shoe, and he was stepped on the ground again with a familiar force.

"No...well, I'm going to get the wine."

Standing up, I said in a robotic tone as if nothing had happened.

"real?"

The long-term confrontation and the stinginess of Rogge, who was always "peeping" at her second throne, made this alcoholic old woman not immediately lose her judgment even when she heard the word "wine" in my mouth.

"Yes."

I’m not lying, I really plan to go home and take out the jar of wine I’ve been brewing for a month to reward my old alcoholic who has been working hard. As for what ingredients are used to soak it...

This... you have to understand that I am a novice in wine making. Even if I do something wrong, I can be forgiven. Anyway, the poison test is scheduled... Ahem, I am a wine connoisseur and an old alcoholic. I shouldn't die, probably.

If I have to add an explanation, actually... how should I put it? It was me, Princess Sanwu and Little Ghost, who brewed the wine based on the ancient brewing recipe that Princess Sanwu found in the middle of a book about undead and curses.

made.

You heard it right, it’s an ancient formula. According to Princess Sanwu’s judgment, if this formula were placed in the original world, it could at least be traced back to the time when cavemen appeared on the top of the mountain. It would be very powerful. As for why it was found in books of the undead and curses,

We judge that this should be the work of a relatively unconventional alcoholic necromancer.

So, based on the incomplete and unclear records above, we started to look for materials separately. Of course, since it is an ancient formula, there must be many materials that can no longer be found, but it doesn’t matter, people have to walk the road, and there will always be a way.

Yes, just use something with a similar color or taste instead.

If that doesn't work, just use salt, sugar, chili powder, etc. instead. Don't you see that Veras often says things like "salt is the master of all flavors"? We firmly believe that the great master of all flavors

The Lord will definitely be able to replace those ancient materials that even Princess Sanwu has never heard of or seen.

So, after an afternoon of collecting materials, late that night, three sneaky black figures got together under the dim light where only the shaking figures of people could be seen, and each collected the materials they had collected - no one knew what the other had collected.

Everything was stuffed into the jar one by one, and finally the dark hot pot was completed... No, ahem, it was a peerless wine brewed from an ancient recipe.

Even if you see black gas coming out after opening the jar, or some animal carcasses floating on it, don't be surprised, because this is - a peerless wine brewed from ancient recipes. Because some of the materials are substituted, I allow everyone to put in the name.

Add a parentheses and pseudo parentheses after it!

"That's right, a peerless wine (fake) brewed from an ancient recipe."

I said to the old drunkard solemnly, with no trace of falsehood in my eyes.

"I always feel like you added something after your name."

The old drunkard, who is always particularly sharp in places where he shouldn't be, looked at me suspiciously.

"You are paranoid."

I gave a thumbs up and responded with a sunny smile.

All in all, the old drunkard believed her for once, handed her precious wine bottle to me, and told me to go back quickly.

"You don't want to be like that stinky girl and break my wine bottle. Do you know the consequences of doing this, boy?!"

Before leaving, she cracked her knuckles like those thugs who blackmailed elementary school students and warned, "You want to tell your parents, you know what the consequences will be."

"Don't worry, if this jug breaks, I'll pay you two."

I promised the old drunkard with a sunny smile, turned around, and my smile was immediately shrouded in darkness.

"Well, it's okay. You just stuffed fruits into the ingredients. That's a failure. I hate impure things."

The old drunk opened the lid of the wine bottle and smelled it uneasily, and then said to me in a tone as if he was a very pure person.

"Don't put fruit in it next time."

There is no next time for you. I already knew she would do this. I nodded and said secretly in my heart.

I did some tricks in the wine bottle. What the old drunkard smells now is that I mixed the elves and Kurast with the camp’s special liquor. Uh... because it was inspired by the cocktail, it’s called Pig Head.

The wine is ready.

The real content is below.

In my disappointed eyes, the old drunkard didn't speak immediately. Instead, he told me a lot of wine knowledge on a whim and then put the wine bottle heavily on the ground.

"I said boy, you have become weaker over the years."

"Well?"

My head was filled with all her dazzling knowledge. I raised my head and looked at her in confusion. Was she saying that my drinking ability had weakened?

"It's about you transforming into a blood bear and learning how to transform into a bear."

With the spear in hand, the old drunkard kept poking me in the forehead with the butt of the spear.

"Oh, I see."

I suddenly understood and nodded: "Yes, time is not forgiving. You have become older recently, and you have the smell of old people all over your body."

"What did you say?!!"

"That's what I wanted to ask you!!"

We stared at each other like fighting cocks, and then started fighting, and the result was naturally...

"From the ordinary level to the state of mind, then from the state of mind to the pseudo-realm, and now it is infinitely close to the field. Please think about it with your rusty brain. How many people can achieve this kind of progress and still say that I have become weak?

, isn’t that a little too unkind?!”

Lying on the ground on all fours, I raised my pig-like head and protested loudly.

"No, I mean..." The old drunkard scratched his head helplessly.

"You also remember, I fought with you when the blood bear transformed for the first time."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember it at all."

I curled my lips and said, I was in a completely violent state at that time, and I didn't leave any memory at all.

"Tch, he's such a useless guy."

The old drunkard's eyes became as cold as looking at maggots.

"Can you find someone who can still be as active as me after going completely berserk?" I responded with a look that looked at cosmic garbage.

"All in all, your strength has indeed improved. I don't deny this."

The speechless old drunkard entered the topic as if nothing had happened.

"However, it is a fact that you have become weaker. Although you were weak at that time, you were able to put pressure on me. Of course, it was just a little bit of pressure. But now... tut, tut, tut."

The old drunkard wagged his index finger lightly, his expression filled with contempt.

"What's the meaning?"

It didn't feel like the old drunkard was joking, so I shrank my neck with a guilty conscience. In fact, when I transformed into a blood bear, I often had a vague feeling, an extremely uncoordinated feeling, that something had been forgotten, something had been lost.

, running away from something.

I know that it is an awkward feeling when a wild tiger transforms into a zoo tiger, but there is no way. I don’t want to hunt, I don’t want to bite the prey’s throat alive, and lick the fresh fluid from the heart that spurts out from the ruptured throat.

The blood was so hot that I didn't want to tear the fur with my mouth and chew the intestines and entrails that exuded a fishy and hot smell.

"I'm not saying this is not good, it's just that it feels like a waste. Wow, what on earth did I say? If that old fox knows, it will definitely be over."
To be continued...