A large number of reward tasks are posted on the reward boards. The information on each of the rewarded creatures is described in as much detail as possible on the light yellow paper. Although these protagonists were rewarded with marginal intelligent races such as gnolls and bear goblins, more of them were bizarre monsters and beasts.

They are usually rewarded not because a certain part of these monsters is particularly valuable and can be sold for a lot of money as magic materials, but because they have killed too many adventurers and knights in the Knights of Golden Clover.

Adventure is not about plowing the land with a hoe, or driving the sheep to graze, the land and the sheep have no sharp claws and venom, they won't tear people's bodies apart, or turn you into a puddle of pus, but in the forest of the misty forest. The monsters will, and more. The flesh was torn, swallowed, and in the wailing and roaring of pain, life died in an instant.

From panic to numbness, adventurers usually take it lightly. Life is on your left, life is on your right, and when your attention is on one hand, the other is ignored.

The creatures on the bounty bar are usually different from ordinary monsters. After hundreds of years of tricks between hunters and prey, the boundaries between each other are slowly blurring. When you hunt, you are also prey to other creatures—there are monsters in the forest that actively seek out and kill humans.

They either approached silently through the fog, or shuttled among the tall fir trees. Out of your sight, danger is staring, waiting.

These monsters are undoubtedly very ferocious, so the function of the bounty bar is to remind adventurers to be careful of these guys who do not follow the rules of the game and do not regard themselves as prey with peace of mind.

"There are still werewolves in this forest?" Half-elf Estelle pointed to a page pinned to the bounty column, his handsome face was quite surprised.

Werewolves are not really a species. They were once human beings who were haunted by an ancient curse. Legends of this creature have been passed down in books, operas, and proverbs since ancient times, and there is a saying in the old saying: "On the full moon night when the Aconitum blooms, even the purest of hearts resist Don't let the curse invade the heart"...

Next to the half-elf, an adventurer in a gray linen robe and a deerskin shirt looked him up and down, with a little contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at a country bumpkin who didn't know anything.

"A werewolf surprised you?" The gray-robed adventurer sneered.

"It's obviously impossible for it to belong to the forest like those monsters." The half-elf turned to look at the scorner. "How did it come? Why did it come here? This makes me feel a little weird."

"Why won't a werewolf be born in the forest?" Gray Robe obviously didn't know the origin of this creature, he threatened in a low tone, "In the foggy forest will breed anything you have seen, heard, or Horror creatures I've dreamed of. This even includes giant dragons! Giant dragons!" He said it twice, as if it would add to the horror, "That's not the place for a little white face with a pretty face like you."

"You mean the ancient fog dragon?" The half-elf didn't care about the offense in the words of the gray-robed adventurer.

"No, it's not the rumored, unseen thing, but the real dragon." Gray robe denied, "Well, the Nord barbarian next to you once killed one by himself." Bandaged fingers pointed at Barrett.

"That's a pseudo-dragon!" Barrett corrected, "a pseudo-dragon that can't fly or breathe out a dragon's breath even though it has its wings outstretched."

Even if it was a pseudo-dragon, it can be said to be one of the most commendable and glorious moments in Barrett's adventure career. But he didn't want his temporary companions to misunderstand anything, slaughtering a real dragon alone? No, except for the Master, no one has that kind of strength, no one!

"Hey, Mr. Feeder, I'm complimenting you." Gray Robe was very dissatisfied with the words of the Nord barbarian, "In the Bay of Pigs, when someone praises you, you have to accept it, and then praise you back, it's polite . Have you forgotten?"

Only incompetent adventurers need to praise each other, and Barrett didn't say anything.

Estelle looked at the pair of dragonskin boots on Barrett's feet: "Is this the spoils left by your 'dragon slaying'?"

Barrett nodded and didn't refute the statement of 'slaying the dragon', which didn't make any sense: "That guy only has a part of the skin under his armpits that can be used for boots, and the skin on other parts is too hard."

He also used to have a set of studded leather armor with scales made of pseudo-dragon hide. That is a set of leather armor that can be said to be the best for ordinary adventurers. The claws of many beasts cannot break through its defenses. But in one adventure, the leather armor was corroded by the strong acid spew of a mutant terrifying beast, and it blocked the fatal blow for Barrett and saved his life. For adventurers, this is the greatest value of the leather armor.

"The boots made of dragon skin and the leather armor made of petrified cowhide, I noticed you at the first sight in the crowd." The half-elf laughed and joked.

"What's the use of that? Maybe one day he will feed himself to the forest." The gray-robed adventurer took out the dagger pinned to his waist, and started to cut the bandage on his hand, while continuing nonchalantly to the half-elf He said, "If I look like you, I mean if my mother is not with an alcoholic who only knows how to get herself drunk, but an elf with long ears, maybe women will see me too. Shy blush instead of contempt. If that's the case, I'll get into those ladies' boudoirs and be happy every day. Seriously, have you 'did' a lot? How does it feel?" Wretched smile, like a grinning vulture.

Barrett thought Estelle would be angry about it, but he didn't. The half-elf always had a very polite smile on his face.

"Gold coins will also get you what you want," said the half-elf. "It's more pleasing than looks."

"That's different. Many noble ladies don't eat this kind of thing. Only 'Keren' will do this. I heard that those noble ladies will bathe in milk, and their skin is as white and tender as a boiled egg that has been peeled off! It will give off the scent of violets. And the bottom is smooth and hairless." The gray robe smiled again 'hehe', "I will lick them from their toes to their necks, not letting go of any place. Believe me, I will!"

"You can go to 'Hairless Carol'," said another adventurer who was browsing the bounty bar next to him with contempt. "It at least meets your last requirement."

"Fuck you, I won't go to a mother goblin." The gray-robed adventurer cursed loudly.

'Hairless Carol', a mother goblin locked in a large cage, many adventurer teams will use it to make fun of new adventurers who have joined in and know nothing. Barrett had seen it once, and he really didn't want to recall that scene.

"Even if you give me more gold coins than the goblins, I won't touch these dirty little greenskins with my dick." After the gray-robed adventurer finished speaking, his expression seemed a little hesitant, as if he was in a massive In front of the gold coins, the mother goblin became a little more attractive. "No, it won't." Then he emphasized it again, not so sure.

Ray was also hairless, and for some reason, the girl with burgundy hair suddenly appeared in Barrett's mind. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

When did it happen? Barrett couldn't remember, but he only remembered that the location was by a meandering river, the water was clear, and the sun's jumping on the water was very dazzling. Barritt took out the water bag and poured out the liquid that had a faint peculiar smell.

When he squatted down to fetch water, a light blue long dress slipped down in front of him, and a pair of beautiful bare feet connected with a section of white calf caught his eyes.

Barrett raised his head involuntarily and looked up from the bottom. In what should have been a dense jungle, he only saw a smooth and tender valley, and further up, burgundy hair was scattered on the pink buds.

The girl smiled at him, and that smile made him a little dazed. The light covered the flawless body with a soft halo. The girl turned around and walked into the river so lightly.

That wonderful curve made Barrett's throat as dry as the Mawela desert. He was thirsty and swallowed his saliva subconsciously, hoping to bring the slightest moisture. But such a move is undoubtedly in vain, because saliva cannot extinguish the heat. There was still a flame burning in his throat, burning to the bottom of his heart, all the way down, all the way down...

He wanted to bury his head in the water and take a few mouthfuls. I want to follow the seductive figure into the river, follow the water flowing down from the hair and **** all the way down, looking for the moist place that can extinguish the flame. He knew that although the moist place could extinguish the flame, it would still be as hot and warm as the flame.

But in the end, he didn't do anything, just turned around and left without even fetching water. He vaguely heard the girl talking loudly behind him, like confiding, like cursing. Although his senses were keen, he couldn't tell.

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