Tia and Kuz came back wet, the two of them topless and side by side along the path that had been crushed by ruts on the hillside, Kuz holding a leather jacket in his right hand and tapping the water in his ear with his left hand, jumping on one leg, the water flying from his unruly hair. Tia is underestimating Kutz, but Kutz's simple and honest look tells me that this kid has been tricked by Tia again. The two men chattered to the fire to warm themselves. The little Orc Kuz was very tired today. He leaned against the stones near the fire and sat quietly with Tiya back to back. I was driven by Uncle Fred to cook dinner today, even if the dinner for 10 people was not something I could cook, although I always cooked some medicine and washed the saddle covers. Running errands and stuff, but I still can't handle dinner tonight, so I had to help out at Lacuz.
Although I am younger now, the physical condition of a 5.6 year old child in this world is definitely comparable to that of an 8.9 year old child on the earth before. I can even jump into a frozen lake without hesitation in such a cold early spring. I can also chase wild rabbits on the grassland and run for half a day without feeling tired. There's another reason, of course.
It's no secret that in some small circles of the merchant corps, the orc witch doctor, Old Kuru, has a recipe for different cuisines. This is what I discussed with the old Kuru, and the explanation for the old Kuru is that I have been studying herbology, and in the process of studying herbs, I have a deep understanding of herbs so that I can always discover new spices, different spices can be combined with different flavors of food, which is a very magical thing, this is the world of pharmacists, it is the goddess of nature to me.
Old Kuru says I have a gift for herbology, but to others I am a Terran pharmacist who has mastered Orc herbology, mysterious Orc herbology! There must be a difference! Don't ask, those are the secrets of the Orcs, and surely old Kuru will warn Jijia to keep the secret, and ask him not to say, how important things can be said? Old Kuru will keep Giga quiet. Don't ask! Well, there are always people who overthink it, and it's a beautiful idea, and in private one of our own persuadings, and in the end I don't even have a chance to defend myself.
The fresh lamb was sliced very thin by me and Kuz with a small knife, and I was basically demonstrating, while Kuz was doing the real work, and my small hands were struggling to grab the big pieces of lamb. Tia watched from the side of the fire with her mouth open as I skilfully prepared a whole pot of meat slices, and looked a little silly at two pieces of black bread baked on a stone beside me: "You are not so poor that you have no black bread?" Why do you bake so little brown bread? Even if the roast is delicious, it will feel greasy if you eat too much..."
It was only after Kutz had scanned her countless times with a roe deer gaze that Tiya realized the problem and asked me, "Are these marinated slices of meat so good?"
Without looking up, I pretended to be a harmless baby, as if I didn't understand Tia, and waited quietly for Kuz to finish cutting the rest of the lamb leg. The mind said, "Brother, can you understand this secret mutton?"
Although the skin of the demon antelope is very strong, even if the sharp bayonet is stabbed on it, it can only poke a white mark without making full effort, but the meat on the body is unusually tender, and the old Kuru has said that the warcraft that has just died has not yet sent out clean power, which is very good for the body. Those pieces of meat I have repeatedly marinated with pepper salt and some herb crumbs, naturally will have a different flavor. Although the original taste of antelope meat is very good, but eat so many years have long been tired of eating, I think mutton with pepper and cumin is perfect, but there is no barbecue sauce, if you can add a little that would be beautiful.
The iron pot on the side is full of washed mutton, and the whole skeleton of the antelope is soaked in the soup pot to boil out the milky bone soup, and the delicious taste is spread throughout the camp. Tia went directly to Kuz and asked him, "How can you make a gazelle stew so delicious?"
This guy always thought that the way Kuz and I cooked was some ancient Orc secret recipe, maybe Kuz added some unknown mysterious insects or disgusting mineral powder to it, in short, the rich flavor of the broth was like the temptation of the devil, and Kuz couldn't explain why the broth tasted so good, except to say, "It always smells like this."
"Kuz, do you think this soup has a special name?" Tia secretly wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth.
I sat on a wooden scooter beside me, my legs swinging freely, my hands supporting my body leaning back, so that I could stretch my body freely. My little sheepskin jacket had been scrubbed clean yesterday and smelled faintly of mutton. Casually said: "I think we should have a good name for this soup, let's call it 'devil's saliva'."
I was about to say this to Tiya's slot, when I saw Tiya's smile suddenly frozen, as if thinking of something terrible. Kutz shook his head and said seriously, "It's not a good name, it might as well be... It might as well be..." Said for a long time also did not think of a name to come out, but the face bottled red.
Tia this person looks a little handsome, the face plate is general, but the body is very good, ranger belongs to the strength of the warrior occupation. Agility. Balanced development of endurance. The Ranger union requires its members to be able to shoot arrows, use two-handed swords, and learn some reconnaissance methods. In the army, such people are called scouts, and their usual exercise focuses more on physical coordination and survival. Not fat and not thin is born to make clothes rack material, next to Kutz, looks determined to rub this meal.
Kuz took out the flat and thin SLATE from under the ox cart, put it on the stove with pebbles, put the slab directly on the fire, Kuz skillfully wiped the sheep oil repeatedly on the SLATE, and the other hand quickly spread the meat slices in the basin on the hot SLATE, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound on the SLATE, which is also an actual SLATE fried meat, Kuz is very skilled at these steps, He called to the caravan maker at the skinning table, "Dinner!"
This Orc voice is very soft and clear, even if you don't understand it, you will definitely know what it means.
I carried a wooden spoon and stood on the edge of the big iron pot to prepare the broth, a bowl for each person, and pointed to the SLATE of Kuzi barbecue and said: "Fried meat, you uncle tube enough to eat, not used to eat lamb, and also prepared two black bread."
The second half of my sentence was directly ignored, more than a dozen people directly surrounded Kutz, Kutz kept putting meat on the SLATE, the hot SLATE half the size of a round table on the fried lamb is still in the naked eye speed of reduction, even the side of Tia can not help but help spread the meat, Uncle Fred, with a big belly squeezed in the middle, can not help but scold: "You guys, eat you." Grandma, look at the point, raw also to the mouth pull, never eat meat in this life, go, go, you his cat don't eat, lean to one side."
"Hey hey hey, your sister squeeze what squeeze, brother this is first for you to taste, this bloodshot can eat."
"Damn it, where are you going with your stick?"
Every time I eat, I feel extra fragrant, my eating capacity is not large, and I myself have some aversion to barbecue, I was the fire poison in my body repeatedly roasted for more than two years, I am not a piece of barbecue? After a quick dinner, he lay down on the boardwalk. Uncle Fred, the leather makers have a little rest to go on with their work. The longer the gazelle is kept, the less valuable it is. It must be dealt with as soon as possible. I pray it does not rain tonight.
I saw Kuz and the caravan men were still sitting around eating, and everyone kept complimting Kuz on how good the meat was. When I'm bored, I want to practice magic again. In my mind, I repeatedly wrote the simple magic array, and according to the old Kuru gave me, I gave up all distractions, let my heart calm down, and focused my mind to let the magic of the whole body converge on the fingertips. I was afraid that if the magic converged on the fingertips, the light would alarm others, and carefully withdrew my fingers into the sleeve, but after half a day, I spent countless energy but failed to gather the magic together. On the contrary, the fire element in the body became extremely restless, making the chest stuffy, and the air out of the breath was salty.
Yesterday, there was still a faint condensation of pale yellow magic light, although it was not long before it was extinguished, but it is also a successful display of half of the magic, how can tonight even the initial step of "gathering demons" can not be done? It made me miss the old Orc Kuru. When he was around, I didn't feel that he was important. Instead, I felt that this chatty old man was talking useless nonsense all the time, mumbling endlessly all the time, but when I was away from him, I thought of him first. Those inarticulate orc sounds, the names of the herbs I still know only half by heart, that unskilled magic map I still draw, is this awful anti-magic of any use to me, who can tell?
The more I thought about it, the more powerless I felt. When I felt depressed, my body's demon-proof ability would weaken. The fire stored in my flesh and blood brought by the magic of fire and poison took the opportunity to boil in my blood. The boiling blood wanton destruction of my body, whenever this time, the heart will be another strong vitality of the warm flow, the warm flow along the blood vessels slowly flow through the whole body, where will give birth to new flesh, the burning of the roast pain, blood boiling blood vessels to burst the pain, the warm flow of new flesh and blood itching feeling will gather together, I like a piece of fried meat.
"Oh, you're hot. You're sick. Can you talk?"
In my half-asleep, half-awake, half-unconscious state, there was suddenly a woman talking around me, I was a little confused and murmured: "Mom, I hurt!"
Sometimes I really can't bear it, such torture is like a curse, carried on me so that I can't see the light, I don't know how long it will take to get rid of, even the big shaman of the Orc race can do nothing about my illness, whenever this time, I want to even if someone kills me with a knife, I want to thank him.
"Good boy! Don't be afraid."
There was something familiar about the sound, a pair of hands touching me as if to examine the wound. Unbuttoning my sheepskin jacket, the cold night wind blew into my chest, and suddenly the pain eased a lot. As I struggled to get the fur jacket off, I felt someone holding me in his arms. I could not open my eyes, and I could clearly feel that the arms were soft.
A cold hand covered my forehead, I comfortably ** a sound, and finally fainted.
-- Beautiful dividing line --
When I woke up, I saw a blur, a light, but I couldn't see clearly.
I tried to blink my eyes, the sight began to gradually recover, here is a delicate small tent, on the top of a magic stone as the core of the crystal hanging lamp, so that the whole tent dim. You can see it's not that big. I lay on a Wolf skin plate with a skin full of ice under my body, and I was sure that I was alive this time, that I could still feel the burning pain and itching in my body, but the pain was bearable.
I would have struggled to sit up and see what it was, not old Kuru's, but I couldn't think of anyone else who could save me. The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a woman's cry was heard immediately. At this time, I also saw the sorceress Guoguo get in from outside the tent, holding a basin of water in her hand, and seeing me wake up, she looked at me in surprise and said, "You are awake?" What's wrong with you?"
Shook his head, quietly looked around, I asked: "Guoguo sister, where is this?"
My voice is very soft, in this tent that can not accommodate a third person, I was surprised to find some women's personal belongings hanging on the simple luggage rack next to me, such as aqua-pink breast tops, white slightly wrinkled cloth socks, a soft black skirt hanging down on the top, like a black waterfall. Suddenly, I felt that the original magician is also a person, also need ordinary life, but also like our ordinary people, the pursuit of beauty, the most comfortable, if you put aside magic, she is definitely a popular neighbor sister, Guoguo white hand directly covered my eyes, at that moment I saw her arm even two light blue blood vessels crystal clear, The half of the arm peeking out of the cuff of the magician's robe was white as snow.
"Don't look around, of course this is my tent, I saved you where else can go?"
"Sister Guoguo, do you think I will die?"
This question I asked the old Kuru, the old Kuru only said: your boy at the same time with blue flame and self-healing two blood power, how can die, talk nonsense. But I think he only said half of it and left the other half unsaid. Maybe it's because I don't understand, it's stressful, or maybe it's useless. More than once I felt like I was teetering on the edge of death, and to be honest, I wasn't afraid, maybe it was better to sleep it off.
"Don't be afraid, my sister is a water magician, what she is best at is healing people, how can she let you die?" Guoguo elder sister's words are very gentle, she first pushed the basin to one side, crawled in with a bow, and dragged the basin in the back, the soft body in the narrow space brushed the tip of my nose, and the woman's unique fragrance passed into my nasal cavity.
Almost forgot that. When you see her, you should think of her first as a magician, and second as a woman.
With a wet towel on my face, Sister Guoguo told me to continue lying down. She sat with her legs curled up beside me and asked me, "Have you had this disease since you were a child?"
"Yeah."
"What did the old witch doctor say, if he didn't save you, why didn't he cure you?"
"He can't cure the teacher!" I answer truthfully.
"Not even him? What kind of disease do you have? When you get sick, your body burns terribly." Sister Gogo was even more surprised this time.
I stretched out my index finger, and before the thoughts in my mind had risen, the tips of my fingers suddenly burst into orange flames.