Tron obtained the materials for the enhancement ceremony from the Horned Winged Warcraft, and then saw Feiqi come back with the goblin. He sighed slightly, then pointed to a large rock next to the fire: "Sit down, rest, wait for a while for dinner."
The Horned Winged Warcraft has been removed from the top of the box, which looks disgusting. Not all wild game is delicious, and the Horned Winged Warcraft is among them. It is not toxic, but has an unbearable fishy smell. It will most likely vomit it out after eating it. It will not only not replenish physical nutrition, but also lose physical strength and even suffer from diseases.
So Feiqi breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Tron kick the corpse of the Horned Winged Warcraft off the cliff. "Eat dry food?" he asked with his backpack raised.
"No, let's roast the eggs." Tron pinched his nose and said, "I saw it by the fire. The eggs were raw and there were no small horned monsters inside. The egg was big enough to cook it for a few of us to have a good meal."
"Are you sure this thing can be eaten? There is blood on it. Do you think the Horned Winged Warcraft is performing any evil ritual?"
"Did you learn too many rituals? Everything you see is related to spells? I only saw blood and didn't find anything related to runes or spells. If you hold a ritual, you must have something with magic. Did you see it?"
Feiqi shook his head. The behavior of the Horned Winged Warcraft was a bit weird, and it was beyond the records of this creature in the book, but Tron was right. There was indeed no sign of casting spells here. Besides, what they were going to eat was eggs, not goblin blood on the eggshell. Wait for a while and see what it looked like. If there was a problem, you could choose not to eat it, and no one would pull their hair into their mouths, right?
If you can't roast eggs directly on open flame, it will inevitably lead to explosion and all the egg liquid will be wasted on the ground. Baking eggs must be made of wood ash and must be kept turning, which is essentially boiled.
That is, after I took back my backpack, I had the remaining meat, including the jerky teeth and the remaining rock beasts. These plus the few dry foods to cushion the belly, so everyone had the patience to get the wood ashes. It was not that fine in the wild, and the wooden strips were crushed into carbon and could be used as they could. At most, I could add some unburned wooden strips to balance the temperature.
As mentioned before, the eggs of the Horned Winged Warcraft are bigger than basketballs. If you want to cook them all, you either add a microwave to the oven and the microwave to attack the inside and outside, or you will take time to bake them slowly. It may be almost done overnight. Who can stand it? Feiqi came up with a compromise method. After constantly turning the part close to the egg shell into solid, he splits it in half and turns into two egg bowls that are still in liquid egg yolks. The remaining part of the egg liquid inside almost fills the helmet pot, and then bakes two egg bowls, and roasts the helmet pot at the same time.
The charcoal fire and the aroma of eggs mixed together made everyone silent. At this time, no one wanted to speak, and they were afraid that a mouth would flow down. Because it was difficult to operate with hands, Feiqi used spells to control two egg bowls and an egg pot. Tron sat next to him and stared at the food, and at the same time wiped his weapons and armor hard, as if he was about to wipe all the metal parts on it into a mirror before he would stop.
Pengpeng sat cross-legged beside Feichi, covering his mouth with both hands so that the sound of rumbling and rumbling inside his stomach would not be heard - at least not so loud. Except for picking up things outside, you can eat them directly, and you must not rob them when the chief gives away food, otherwise you will not only be beaten, but also starve. Pengpeng has learned this.
Midnight is the most elegant one. It is not really hungry, so it is not always twitching the owner's legs with its claws from time to time, not because of the physical needs in the belly, but out of a spiritual pursuit, or greed.
"Okay, it's cooked." Feiqi stabbed the egg white with a wooden stick and looked inside, then took out a knife to cut it into pieces, sprinkle it with salt, then poured the cooked egg yolks in, stir and distribute it. The two egg shells and a pot turned into three temporary bowls, and everyone started to eat.
The eggs of the Horned Winged Warcraft are simply a taste: fragrant. With the blessing of this fragrance, the slightly hard texture and the skill of the crappy chef can be ignored. There is nothing more comfortable than the meal after victory, but a guy raised his head from the pot and said in a disgrace: "This is a bit wrong..."
Tron almost threw out the eggshell in his hand: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it poisonous?"
"No, it's not toxic, but I think the whole thing is a bit strange." Feiqi pointed to midnight, "Tron, haven't you noticed it? This winter, we have encountered two abnormal biological reproduction behaviors: the ghost cat stayed on the mountain because of its cubs when it should go down the mountain to escape winter; the horned monster actually gave birth to eggs in winter and hatched in spring."
"It's quite abnormal, but there are always two or three abnormal things in a year, right?"
Feiqi tilted his mouth and handed the egg pot in his hand to his friend who had eaten up and was in the middle of the shell. He was not so hungry when he thought about letting the blood leave his stomach and enter his brain: "The two off-seasonal births may just be a coincidence, but this gave me a new idea. Why was that crazy cliff griffin so crazy at the beginning? It was just because of his deceased spouse's revenge?"
Tron was stunned: "Isn't it just a desire to take revenge? What else can it be?"
"The cliff griffin is not such a loyal creature. It is certain to avenge his spouse, but it is not even a food to eat, right?" Feiqi frowned and slowly expressed his thoughts: "If we consider it from another perspective, will it be because it has no spouse and cannot reproduce offspring in the season, and is therefore driven and forced by some force, thus going crazy?"
"What? Can't you go crazy with egg laying? What power can drive griffins like this?"
"Destruction and Rebirth Cult." The words flowing from the corner of Feich's mouth reduced the temperature around them a little. "Destruction is easy to understand, what about rebirth? Even if this is a cult, created and supported by a chaotic demon, the name generally does not lie. The Goddess of Truth, Thunder must master the truth and thunder. Destruction and Rebirth Sects have destruction and rebirth. I now feel that the cold winter covers heavy snow and seals the mountains, and life is on the verge of death, but it is breeding offspring. Nothing is closer to destruction and rebirth than this."
"Your explanation... I don't know if it's right or wrong, but you'd better tell Lord Snow Owl. What if it's right?" Tron pulled two eggs into his mouth, suddenly raised his head and said, "That's right!"
"What? You swallow it first."
"Gomin." Tron adjusted for a while and finally explained it clearly: "What's going on with your goblin? Is it also coming to reproduce the tribe? Ask it where the goblin tribe is, how large is it, and what level of weapons and equipment is. Oh, don't let it see our intention."
If there is an intention, it can only be the intention to eradicate the goblins. If a single goblin is obedient, he may still be able to live under the protection of Feich, but no one can protect the entire goblin tribe around the paladins and monster hunters of the Goddess Church of the Sunset Mountains. Feich searched for a moment from "Fech's Memory", and it was full of disasters, expelling, and elimination.
"Pengpeng, how did you get caught by the Horned Winged Warcraft? Isn't anyone here to save you?"
The goblin had already eaten Fitch's egg pan, his stomach was bloated into a ball, and he completely spread his clothes on the rag strip. He leaned against the rock, wiped his mouth hard, and took out his serious head to answer: "Pengpeng and his companions came out to find something to eat. When they saw a glowing cave, they went to the cold mountain. Two fell down to death, one fell down to death, and the other ran back to the cave, and the cave disappeared. Then the big bad bird caught, the chief killed the big bad bird, and saved Pengpeng's hiss."
"A cave that shines and disappears?" The goblin's description doesn't sound like a real cave, so Feiqi asked: "Pengpeng, what kind of environment did you live in in the past? Was it in this mountain?"
"Not a hiss! There are so many big puddles, and soft soil (swamp) that can eat goblins. Pendant catches a snake." The goblin sometimes waves his arms to perform the action of catching a snake, and sometimes pinches his neck and squats down slowly to indicate that he is swallowed by the swamp - in all the movements, there is no mountain climbing or downhill climbing. He finally said: "Two hot balls in the sky are hissing!"
"Two, not one?" Feiqi exclaimed immediately, and passed on the goblin's words to Tron.
Pengpeng nodded, raised two fingers, aimed at the two directions of the sky, and clearly stated the number of suns. This goblin has never used the number three, but the two are very correct.
Whether it is from the expression or the observation of the soul fire, Pengpeng did not lie - it is difficult to climb to heaven if he cheated the contract demon in person, and it is even more impossible for the goblin to reach the sky. "The two suns are not in Yongli, but in another world. Then the glowing cave is easy to understand, it must be a kind of cross-world teleportation effect."
"Telection across the world? Is it like Goddess of Truth sent an angel?" Tron looked at Pengpeng. The goblin had eaten too much and was active vigorously. Now he fell to the ground and rubbed his stomach. He couldn't help but complain: Who is idle and teleporting like this guy?
Feiqi noticed Tron's expression and sighed: "I also find it incredible, but..."
He suddenly paused, his eyes trembling left and right as he stared at the fire. Tron hurriedly asked what was going on, and Feiqi raised his palm to calm him down. He had been thinking seriously, and it took about three minutes to come back to his senses.
"Tron, I thought of another question: Where did the second horned winged monster come from? Are you very sure there is only one horned winged monster right? Is this just dissected just the one you saw at that time?"
"Yes, it's the one I saw before. I know very well how it looks and can't remember it wrong. If I saw another one, I would have thought of the second one early in the morning, and we wouldn't be ambushed."
"Then let's go down tomorrow to see what the person who fell to death looked like. I was wondering if it would come through the portal."
"This? How do you think about it? Will there be traces left through the portal? It's impossible. Even if there are traces, even the eggs are born, and the traces can still be left?"
"Look at its muscles, fat, and compare it with the other one. If you look at Pengpeng's clothes, you will know that his hometown is not cold at this time. The two suns and swamps, the horned monsters there may not have reserved fat for winter. This guess may not be tenable, and there may not be any evidence to support it, but I have a few ideas, right..."
"Eggs didn't have time to hatch, so we could deduce the time for laying eggs. It was just the time when the snow was the highest? Under normal circumstances, the nutrients reserved by the Horned Winged Warcraft in autumn were almost exhausted. Where did they get the ability to lay eggs and make eggs? Even if you have the energy to do it, it should not be enough. The one you killed is only a male, and if the other one is a more reserved female beast, it is contrary to common sense: in the Sunset Mountains, the desire to reproduce can be strong, but the difficulty of finding food will not be reduced. Moreover, they did not lay eggs earlier - just like the parents at midnight."
Chapter completed!