Violet and the Thorn Bird

Chapter 25 Fried rattan

The scavenger hunted by Gray was quickly disemboweled by its successors. They raised their slender necks, and even bulged out obvious marks when swallowing their internal organs.The chirping of the corpse-picking birds has enveloped the entire town, and they occupy the open doors and windows, and they are everywhere.Innocent screams followed one after another, and the strong smell permeated with the shaking of the feathers.

The tavern was packed with panicked crowds, and the mother, who was holding her child, was knocked out of the door and fell down the steps in a panic.The corpse-pickers groaned suddenly and rushed over densely.Fanny flipped through her medicine box containing countless collections, poured the pungent medicinal powder into the dancing fire of the temple, then pinched her nose and threw it into the corpse-picking bird that was pounced on the steps, "Boom" There was a brief gap.

"Come and feel the lady's greeting!" Fanny dragged her limp mother back to the tavern, "Women should stay behind me!"

"Can't you have something more exciting, Fanny?!" Gray cut off the corpse bird's neck, and the corpse burst into blood, and the smell made him want to vomit.

"Light it up!" Fanny poured more powder into the bottle, "I don't have any fire!"

"My dancing fire," the dwarf knocked over the liquor cabinet, blocking the window in the smell of strong liquor, "my dancing fire is upstairs!"

"Fire!" Fanny yelled to the people around, "Who still has the leaping fire!" She wiped the splashed blood on her cheek with the back of her hand, "Boss! Borg! Where the hell is the boss! "

The corpse-picking bird held the internal organs in its mouth, danced and dragged on the ground, making the corpse unbearable to look at.The circle of the free mercenary group is shrinking, and Fanny is crowded with helpless ordinary people inside. She rummages through her medicine box for something that can be ignited, but because of continuously pushing the medicine box from her knees Roll away under the feet of deranged people.

"Don't step on it!" Fanny leaned over to reach the medicine box, but unfortunately her fingertips only touched the edge of the medicine box, and it was kicked farther away by the panicked people.

Gray picked up the long table, and the inheritance of the power of the giant spirit is like a blessing here. He stumbled and threw the long table up while the chairs and stools were flipping.The black cloaks bent over tacitly, Gray let out a deep drink, and the long table swung a piece of corpse bird into the wall.The veins in his arm bulged, and he swung back again, killing many birds.

The strength of the Langman dwarves is amazing.Although Gray would not show off in front of Gall, this did not prevent him from being admired by ordinary people.

"Kill them!" Fanny acted accordingly, "Pierce the body of these demons with the tip of the sword, and don't let them fly again!"

A corpse bird flew up to Gray's shoulder trickily, tearing at his arm.The dwarf's hard muscles appeared fragile under the sharp claws, and the corpse bird, which tasted blood, pulled frantically.Gray grabbed it by the neck, tore it off and threw it on the ground.The partner's long sword on one side immediately pierced its twitching body.

"Lift up, oh no, lift up!" Fanny bent over the ground and reached for her medicine box.

Gray kicked the medicine box in from the outside, blocked by human legs, and Fanny only got to the edge of the medicine box.

"Don't step on it!" Fanny screamed, pulling the box back with all her strength, "Fire, fire! Let me see what I can do!"

Pour all the medicinal powder into the narrow-mouthed, fat-bellied bottle. Fanny added the pungent fried fruit seeds, and finally poured the viscous boiling soil. She shook it a few times and blocked the mouth of the bottle with a special stopper.

"Grey!" Fanny yelled, throwing the flask.

The bottle drew a dangerous arc in mid-air, and the corpse-picking bird swished around the bottle, and the bottle was flapped by the corpse-picking bird's wings, uncertain of the landing direction.Gray cursed and ran after the bottle.

"You better hope it falls into my hands!" Gray grumbled.

"Whatever." Fanny said, "Anyway, it will have the same effect if it lands in other places, it's just that they die and we die together."

Gray jumped up suddenly, and the dwarf stepped on the overturned stool to catch the bottle firmly, and there was a cracking sound from the bottle immediately.

"Don't worry." Gray took a few steps to the door, drilled halfway through the door, kissed the bottle very quickly, and threw the bottle with increased cracks from the bottom!

"My venerable Earth God!" Gray cried, "Let it grow!"

The bottle hit the corpse-picking bird in the air, and when it fell, the body of the bottle was completely shattered. A strange vine crawled out and propped up the broken bottle against the ground.Immediately afterwards, the countless vines seemed to have gained a lot of vitality, they were intricately intertwined on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into a sturdy vine tree as tall as two people.The leafless vines are full of pear-shaped red fruits that exude a seductive smell, and corpse-picking birds rush to it as if they smelled internal organs.The fruit swelled in an instant, and burst open before the scavenger birds took their mouths. The red juice was like pepper water poured down from the head, eroding the scavenger birds without even their feathers in the sound of boiling "thorns" left.However, the corpse-picking birds continued to charge desperately like moths to a flame, and their little eyes were even reddened by the smell.The fruit of the vine tree is exploding rapidly, resetting, and continuing to grow because of digesting the scavenger bird.

"Your home's boiling soil is good." Fanny put her hands on her hips, her exposed waist was splattered with human or bird blood, and she had an expression on her face that was about to be fainted by the smell, "It grows too fast... a bird As soon as it's gone, cut it off. It can't stay, or it'll eat us."

"It looks like this." Gray was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, "It has eaten more than half of the birds."

The people in the tavern were finally able to sit down, and the black cloak fell down seven people.This time, Li Li only brought 100 people into the country, and the loss occurred in the first little-known town.Gray dragged his dead brothers to the wall, almost all of them died under the sharp claws of the corpse bird, and their chests and abdomens were cut open and hollowed out.

"The wild corpse bird will not appear easily in the kingdom." Fanny looked at the situation of the corpse bird being devoured outside the door, "These are the pets of the puppet warlock."

"Trouble came so quickly." Gray stroked the blood on his beard, "It's disgusting!"

"I expected it a long time ago." Fanny closed the medicine box, "I knew that we must have trouble entering the kingdom."

"Okay, you know, you know everything." Gray's beard was still sticky, and he was in a bad mood, "Then what should we do, come in with our tails between our legs? Or do you pretend to be a good rabbit? Stop complaining about it, We can't stay in the wilderness forever!"

"Pay attention to the tone of Gray." Fanny took off the leather gloves, "Otherwise I will stuff it into your mouth!"

Gray spat, and looked at the seven dead people, "This debt must be paid."

"Don't worry," Fanny said, "No one escapes the Borg."

The fried rattan that the whale ate all the corpse-pickers had already started to climb up the steps towards the tavern. A scabbard smashed in front of its teng branch, and the fire immediately burned its body.

"It's not very polite to treat a lifesaver like this." Gal watched as the fried vine twisted and shrunk in the fire, and finally returned to the original small seed.He picked up the seeds. "Wonderful plant. It smells spicy. I'm a bit hungry, speaking of peppers. Glad to see you alive, Gray. Is there any food in it? A little bread would do."

"There's a lot of food." Gray sat down on the spot, "There are fresh offals everywhere, you can eat whatever you want."

"Cannibalism isn't my thing..." Gal said as he walked around the overturned counter, looking for something to eat.

"A lot of ordinary people have died." Fanny continued to pinch her nose. Occasionally, an overly sensitive sense of smell is not a good thing. She said, "Most of them are too late to get here. There are too many corpse-pickers, and we can't catch up."

Borg's scabbard turned over the dead man's body, and he looked at the dead man's empty chest, "Did you smell anything else?"

"The smell of blood and rotting corpses is mixed." Fanny let go of her nose, frowned and sniffed lightly, uncertainly, "Although it's not very obvious, there is still a... violet scent."

"Tubor wouldn't use such low-handed tactics," Gray said. "If he was going to kill the Borg, he'd come on horseback with a sword instead of sending a vile warlock hiding behind a dead body."

"Maybe someone else." Fanny said, "There is more than one Tabor in the Violet family."

Gray laughed a few times, then frowning again, "Well, although I don't want to think so, there are indeed many people. Borg... Your stepping in made them panic."

"Sounds a bit complicated." Gal found a sausage, and he stood in the mess and ate it without changing his face. "But why are they staring at Borg? It's burning and it's not in his hands."

"Maybe it's for 'cleaning up', great Violet, they've always been proud," Gray said. "Maybe it's for guarding Tabor. You know the Borg also has the right of family inheritance. Because he inherited Shaago's fire. burn, and this sword is like the heart of a violet."

"Great," Gall said. "I mean the Borg actually stuck someone's heart in a stone. Understandable though, since Shaago also took someone's heart out of St. Vers."

"Should we continue eastward and carry out the onion ball mission." Fanny looked at them, "or should we go to the Shenbing Forest to get help from the dwarves?"

Everyone looked at Borg, who flicked the blood from the scabbard.

"My friend," he said, "Flame Wander never returns without success."

Eugene hummed a nursery rhyme and jumped over the corpse.There was a little bird on his shoulder, and in the moonless and starless night, it seemed like a red flame was flowing through his body.Eugene used it to illuminate, flipping through intact corpses critically.

"Eugene likes strong ones." Eugene's little leather shoes stepped on the still soft corpse, "a corpse that can break the body."

He looked excited and hummed innocent lyrics in the dead silence.

There was a sudden movement under the corpse, a small hand touched the edge of Eugene's leather shoe with difficulty, and stroked his fingers feebly.Eugene bent down, and saw a pair of red and swollen eyes in the gap between the stacked corpses.

"...Save...help..." She called out softly, moving her fingers slowly with a strong sense of survival, "...save..."

"Boy and girl hand in hand," Eugene sang the last line, "Eugene found a girl..."

She looked at Eugene's lovely face, and raised the corners of her mouth hard and slightly at Eugene.Tears welled up in the eyes, and long marks flowed from the corners of the eyes.

"A light girl." Eugene tilted his head, showing a sweet smile, "Eugene found a new toy."