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Chapter 523:Careful Molai'er

Li tremor did not know why Roland asked, but it was obvious that he must have mastered the secret of the territory, and looked at the body in the pool of blood, and his brow could not be wrinkled.

Characters like Karu have solved it, and it is difficult to find any other problems.

Looking at Roland carefully, he couldn't find a little answer he wanted, he didn't seem to want to be clear, and even didn't worry about killing him at all.

After all, he is now a demonic realm, a great level higher than he is straight.

The two people sat so much in the middle of the mountain, as if for many years of old friends, said some light words without half a gold.

Li tremor did not kill Roland's heart, whether it is Roland's ability, or his threat, Li tremor is not afraid, even if Roland's strongest period, he can always vaguely feel that Roland will not kill him.

The two people said a lot, from the hometown of the things to the hometown of the mountains, the hometown of the river to the hometown of the woman, and even some hometown jokes.

For a whole day, Li tremor wasted his precious time on this mountain range, and as the black curtain covered the whole continent, he stood up and felt relaxed, "I should go."

Roland said, "I should go too."

"I'll be gone for half a month."Li tremor said, but there was no response, turned around to look behind it was not half-shaved, he laughed, he has never been so calm, for Roland, he has a sense of competition and affinity in the bones.

Roland is stronger than he thought, and sometimes a person's strength is not judged by rank.

Fifteen days.

It seems like 15 centuries.

Li Zhenshi knew that his trip was under a lot of pressure, and he might be able to return to Isengard, but he had to go out.

The tree moves the dead and moves the dead, and if one does not move, it will only be trapped.

“He should have killed him.”Li tremor murmured softly, he knew he would not, in strange spacetime, Roland needs a fellow, and he also needs one.

It would be too lonely in this world.

The oblique sunlight shines directly on the whale tavern, and unknowingly, the tail is left in the summer, and gradually enters a short autumn time.

It is said that autumn is autumn tiger, this sentence is not false, the high temperature of the day can be a duck alive, and the night is a terrible cold period.

At this time, merchants on the wasteland always use precious daytime, and most of them count the business of the day in the Emerald Palace at night.

“Wontin weather!”

Merchants are always chattering about the damn weather, but they refuse to leave the Emerald Ridge half a step, with the increasing technology of the Temple of the Dead, and Rodman's pioneering in the endless abyss, there are now many businessmen who have taken Isengard's category.

Although all that is done is a shallow industry, at least they are absolute pioneers than curled up in a cage.

Of course, more people are still doing goods transit business, with the convenience of space tunnels, coupled with the strong support of Emerald Ridge itself, as long as their own vision is not too narrow, basically able to make money.

In this way, they cherish the time of the day more and more, although the sun in the sky is like a poisonous fireball, but in and out of the emerald ridge merchants are still comparable to ants.

The heat on the mound is unbearable, but the whale tavern is extremely clear, and even cold, in the bones of the big whale, from time to time the cold air comes out, a fine look, and even some extreme ice slag can be seen.

Extreme ice, also known as extreme ice, is similar to extreme metal, produced in the frozen kilometer depth, a small piece of the palm of the hand even in the sun, can last a full day.

Nature has become the essential choice for the summer cooling of the whale tavern, in the ice slag, vaguely can see a black, like coal embedded in the polar ice, where there are these black ice in the room, the temperature is low, and even can see some water beads on the wall.

Black ice, produced from the endless abyss of the ice and cold layer, extremely cold things, can not melt under the hot sun.

At this moment, at the bottom of the whale tavern, the two ogres, wearing thick leather coats, pushed open the heavy door, showing in front of a completely frozen room.

In this room, it was made of black ice.

The ogre with its big eyes open, as if the beautiful version enjoyed what was in front of him, and looked at it, which was a row of characteristic wines buried in the ice.

Rum, depth, fifty years, from the royal family of the cold iron kingdom, treasures!

Barley wine, height wine, 70 years, from the red and copper kingdom royal family, mixed with part of the Warcraft blood, treasures!

Totem spirits, high-purity wine, orcs exclusive, from the Rhine Lions, has been lost, treasures!

On a flat row of wine racks, each line marks the concentration of these wines with great precision, the history and grade, and just look at it, let the two alcoholic ogres flowed.

The big nose was convulsing, but it could not smell half the smell, and the distress shook his head, "The boss is really lucky."

Next to an ogre also showed a helpless smile, in Isengard, who can have such a huge cellar, a closer look, at least three hundred bottles of fine wine, even mixed with a lot of special grade has been lost things.

Almost all of this includes a whole continent of wine.

The whale tavern is a fine wine, but compared to here, it is rubbish.

The two men did not dare to slack off, put up with the chill, carefully carried a black bottle in, more carefully placed under an empty wine cabinet, and then drew a note out of his pocket and picked up the quill pen and wrote it quickly.

"The devil's fire, the height of the wine, refined and fermented with the demon's blood, from the 17th layer of the endless abyss of the fire, treasures!"

After finishing the detailed writing, for fear of missing a word, he asked cautiously, "Help me see, Miss Morrel told us to write it."

“It should be right!”Another ogre nodded his head ambiguously.

“What should!”The ogre asked the angry quality, as if the answer was extremely problematic, "This thing can not be a little wrong, that is, don't forget how we left the last one, this is fat, when the time went wrong, our brothers have to go away."

Although it was only a small thing that seemed insignificant, but the two people felt worse than the sky fell down, carefully compared several times, and then confirmed the note was attached to the wine cabinet, and then afraid of the wrong, and then focused on several eyes, before going to the front.

In the wine cabinet constantly rummaging, suddenly the eyes bright, only to see a note in front of the paste, "Jasmine wine, produced from the butterfly family, low wine, wine fragrance is rich and long, has been extinct, treasure!"

Seeing the word treasure, the two were more careful, pulling out a sheepskin pocket from the waist, gently twisting the bottle cap, and immediately a unique jasmine fragrance dispersed.

The two men twitched a few large noses, for fear of wasting these scents, but their hands kept on, turning the bottle down quickly against the sheepskin pocket.

Like a clear water-like wine brewing into the pocket, the sound of the dingling, the eyes of the two people stared tightly at the sloping clear flow, holding their hands clutching the pockets and bottles, for fear of a drop leaking out.

About half a minute later, I saw that the sheepskin bag was full, one person lifted the bottle, and the other quickly covered the sheepskin bag, and when everything was ready, it was long and relieved.

"Don't waste your time, but prepare two things for the boss, and in a moment make Miss Moraire angry, and have our good fruit to eat."

He looked at each other and walked quickly to the other wine cabinet.

"It's two sets of clothes, the interior is inlaid with magic arrays, to be able to isolate the warmth."The room came out of Morrel's admonition, only to see that he was packing up two sets of black and white clothes, "This is coffee and cocoa, I put a label on it, master, you have to save a little, this is only a month's volume."

Next to the clothes, there have been a lot of bottles and cans, in addition to coffee and cocoa, more is a medicine.

Prevent high fever, prevent heat stroke, prevent altitude sickness, detoxify, magical infection, and even have several bottles of emergency medicine.

“I’m not going out on a trip, why are I preparing so many things?”Li tremor laughed helplessly, since the return of the Caucasus, his time has been occupied by Morrel, and there is not even time to deal with businessmen.

Since knowing that he could no longer follow Lee’s tremor, Morrel almost put his whole mind on Li’s tremorous luggage, from ordinary cocoa to the necessary map of the world tree, as long as he could think of it, all sorted out.

In any case, Li tremor has a space key, and no more things are afraid.

"These things are unique to Emerald Ridge, and they don't know what kind of world they are outside, and maybe they can't eat a full meal."Morrel bulged with his small mouth and his eyes turned around, as if he was still thinking about what he was not ready to put in place, "Yes, wine, this can be separated."

Looking at the door, I saw two ogres walking in with three wine bags.

Molly took it, examined it carefully, sent the ogre, and told him again, "It's light jasmine, moderate wine and treasured high-grade rum, each of which I have made a label, don't get it."

Li trembling nodded, picked up the information of the Emerald Ridge, and looked finely, allowing Morair to toss in his own room, and listening to a loud exhortation from time to time, he would simply and humbly cope with it.

I was really impatient, so I said a few words, and soon what was ushered in was Morrel's countdown, which made a little temper.

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