Open Your Quest Log Chapter 455

Barrett hesitated for a long time, and finally chose 'heavy artillery throwing'. Because this skill improved him much more than the first skill 'Master Leather Armor', and it didn't have as obvious side effects as the third skill 'Rage and Rage'.

More importantly, it has a wide range of applicability and can be used in both human and death knight states. This is also incomparable to the first and third skills.

In Barrett's view, adventurers are not berserkers, and things like "rationality" are still very important in battle, otherwise they will be no different from the four-armed ape.

For the next two days, he spent resting and wandering, and his mind and body were greatly relaxed. Of course, during this period, "Beautiful Experience", a "clothing store" selling exquisite clothes, also played a big role.

Every time he came out of this shop, his body and mind were greatly delighted and released, but his waist was inexplicably sore, perhaps due to lack of exercise. Well, that's why.

On July 12, 688, the new magical calendar, which was the sixth day of Barrett's return from hell, he took a carriage away from the city-state of Muya and came alone to a wilderness far away from the city.

Standing on a lush nightshade grass, he simply looked around. The white star-shaped flowers of nightshade fill the land, and when autumn comes, these flowers will give birth to small black berries. The berries are juicy and slightly sweet, non-toxic and perfectly edible.

However, the nightshade grass where Barrett is now may not wait for the moment to bear fruit.

Our barbarian adventurer put the index finger and thumb of his left hand in his mouth and whistled vigorously. The whistle spread far and wide in all directions, and gradually disappeared with a slight echo.

After the whistle disappeared, Barritt did not blow a second time, but stood there and waited patiently.

For one second, two seconds, three seconds, nothing happened around, only some crickets and weaver girls chirping happily in the grass. After another dozen heartbeats, the construct raven on its shoulders roared impatiently, "Corn, corn!" It shouted loudly, breaking the tranquility in the wilderness.

Just as Barrett was about to signal the noisy big metal bird to shut up, he suddenly felt that something unusual had happened in the space behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw a tall nightmare beast parked less than ten meters away from him.

The whole body of this nightmare beast was covered with thick black smoke and flames, and the nearby nightshade grass gradually withered due to the roasting of the flames. Its front hooves pounded the ground evenly, and from time to time a trace of sparks spewed out of its breath.

The Nightmare Beast stared at Barret with two charcoal-like eyes, the flames in those eyes were steaming, but the eyes did not show the slightest warmth. There is no surprise of reunion, only a coldness like a stranger.

"Come here, carrot!" Barrett ordered softly.

The three words "carrot" caused the Nightmare Beast's eyes to change slightly. It lowered its head and subconsciously moved a few steps forward slowly. But just as it was about to approach Barritt, the nightmare beast suddenly ran away with a long cry.

It circled around Barrett constantly, and ignited the surrounding nightshade with the flames on its hooves. The flames got bigger little by little, and spread and pressed toward the center area—Barritt.

Our barbarian adventurer stood there without moving a minute, letting the flames keep approaching him. "Carrot!" He whispered again, and the construct raven on his shoulder also flew into the sky, "Carrot, carrot!" The raven kept repeating in the air.

The Nightmare Beast gradually stopped moving in circles following the cry of the Construct Raven. It stopped opposite Barrett, and some other inexplicable expressions gradually appeared in its icy eyes.

The two sides are like statues, staring at each other motionlessly, only the surrounding flames are constantly approaching. And just when the flames were about to reach Barritt, the nightmare beast on the opposite side suddenly moved. It stood up tall, and then galloped with four hooves, and slammed into the barbarian, as if to step on the body of the person in front of him under the hoof of flames.

This scene seems to be intertwined, so our barbarian adventurer still does not move. He just stood there with a calm expression, and continued to stare at the pair of molten eyes that were approaching.

Just when the head of the Nightmare Beast was about to collide with him, Barrett gently turned to the side like a stroll, and passed the Nightmare Beast on the opposite side. And at the moment when they missed each other, they grabbed the mane on the other's neck, turned over and jumped directly onto the back of the Nightmare Beast.

Barrett caressed the wisps of flaming horsehair with his palms, and squeezed the rib of the beast under his crotch slightly with his feet. He didn't push too hard, just made sure he wouldn't slip on his back.

The Nightmare Beast continued to run forward unabated, and the temperature of those burning horsehairs did not drop at all. The flames continued to scorch Barbarian's hands, but he didn't let go, and he didn't tighten his grip, he just kept his original movements.

The long string of hoof prints with fiery debris continued to run into the distance. Barritt did not indicate the direction the Nightmare Beast should go, but allowed it to run freely.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how far it ran, this reckless nightmare finally stopped, and the temperature of the burning horse's mane was no longer hot. Barrett got off the Nightmare Beast's back at this moment, stroked the opponent's head lightly with his hand, took out several carrots from the space ring, and fed them one by one into the opponent's mouth.

"You're getting more and more temperamental," Barrett said with a smile. "If it's been longer, you may not answer my call at all."

The Nightmare Beast shook its head and snorted, and then lightly licked the blisters on Barrett's hands that were scorched by the flames. In fact, this guy is still measured, otherwise the barbarian's hands would not be as simple as blisters.

No way, the otherworldly creatures like Nightmare beasts are quite wild in nature, and Barrett has not been in contact with 'Carrot' for nearly half a year. He is worried that if he is forcibly conquered by brute force, it will have the opposite effect.

Of course, if the way of probation really doesn't work, it's not too late to use the means of forcible conquest.

After soothing the nightmare beast in front of him, Barrett took out the saddle and put it on the opponent's back. 'Carrot' twisted back and forth unaccustomed to, but did not make any unnecessary movements.

Barrett straddled the back of 'Carrot' again, and habitually looked around. Right now is in an unfamiliar area, but the barbarian is not worried that he will get lost.

He beckoned to the construct raven in the sky, and waved the reins in his hand again, "Come on, let's go to the next destination."

'Antoine's Wine Cellar', this is Barrett's third visit to this town, which is famous for its wines.

When he was about to approach the gate of the town, Barrett beautifully rolled over from the back of 'Carrot' and dismounted. He fed a few carrots to his characteristic mount, and then let it return to the plane of shadows, and he walked to the guard of the gate.

"Mission or business." A guard with a sword should come over and asked Barrett.

"Visiting a... friend," the barbarian replied. He thinks that he and old Phil should be friends, after all, both of them have been in contact more than once (in fact, twice).

"Old Phil?" the sword-wielding guard asked again, clearly remembering Barbarian.

Before Barrett could answer, another guard with a spear approached with his arms in his arms, "Hey, hey, I remember you, the adventurer on the nightmare beast." He looked up and down the barbarian, "You should be Second, no, come to our town for the third time."

I also remember you, the guard who wanted to find an elf to be his wife, "Yes, I like you here." Barrett smiled politely at him.

"Why don't you wear leather armor? Why, don't you want to be an adventurer?" The spear-wielding guard asked again, "Isn't your business very quick to make money? To be honest, I actually really want to be an adventurer. "

Then make money to marry an elf wife? "My profession has not changed, I am still an adventurer," Barrett replied, "It's just that my leather armor was broken during the battle, and I haven't made a new one yet."

"The battle with whom? Is it from a monster, what monster? I'm sure it's definitely not a hydra, otherwise you wouldn't be alive right now." The spear-wielding guard continued to ask curiously, "Let's hear it, I I love listening to bards tell adventure stories."

Then you must have a common language with the little ghost, but she can't come out for the time being, so she has to do it at night.

"It's not really a hydra." I fought with that thing, and I'm still alive, "it's a white dragon." Barret said honestly, "The breath of the white dragon froze my entire leather armor to pieces. ."

"White Dragon?" The spear-wielding guard curled his lips in disdain, "I dare to bet the thirty gold coins I got from marrying my wife, you are absolutely bullshitting, absolutely!"

Hehe, then the rest of your life is destined to be spent alone, "Believe it or not." Barrett replied lightly.

"I don't believe it at all, you adventurers just like to talk big." The spear guard put the spear against his arm, "I once saw a gray-haired old man who also claimed to be an adventurer, he He also said that he was swallowed by a giant beast in the deep sea. Compared with him, your nonsense is far worse." After the spear guard finished speaking, Yang Yang returned to his post.

It was then that Barrett had a chance to answer the question of another sword-wielding guard who never spoke, "Yes, old Phil. I have some questions for him."

"Ask a lunatic?" The sword guard frowned in confusion, "Would a normal person ask a lunatic question?"

"The words of a madman sometimes make more sense."

"Okay, this is your freedom, as long as you don't cause trouble." The guard didn't say anything more, and let Barrett pass the gate sideways.

Walking along the familiar road in the town, Barrett once again stood in front of Old Phil's 'Thorn Castle'. This strange building is still the same, enclosed by iron sheets, wooden boards, and thorns~www.mtlnovel.com~ However, the thorn bushes around the building are blooming with pink, red, or white thorn flowers. It brings a different kind of summer warmth to this icy castle that is thousands of miles away.

Barrett walked around the bushes with ease and came to the back door of the building. During this period, he also picked a bright thorn flower and put it under his nose to smell it. The fragrance of the flowers is pleasant and makes people feel uplifted.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the back door three times, and began to count the numbers silently in his heart.

One, two, three... Just when he counted to seven, a familiar voice sounded in the building on time, "Who are you?" The voice asked clearly from the door.

who I am? The philosophical question Barrett answered after only a few seconds of thinking, "The cat that came back from hell."

Whether this answer is good or bad, at least it fits the heart of the people in the house. Immediately afterwards, Barrett heard the sound of 'click, click' as the dozens of locks and latches were unscrewed.

After the sound disappeared, the door in front of him was opened with a narrow gap. Barrett waited for a while, and found that the gap did not have a pair of blood-red eyes flashing like before, so he opened the door a little wider without authorization, and went in sideways.

When Barrett first entered the house, he saw Old Phil holding the black cat 'Hourglass' and looking at him with a serious face not far away.

"Hey, that, long time no see, I'm here again." Barrett smiled awkwardly.

"You didn't come back alone, a cat with an imprint. You have something else on your body." Old Phil said to him slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the black cat in the old man's arms suddenly jumped to the ground and rushed towards Barrett.

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