“La la la, la la la, I’m the little chef who sells newspapers.”
When Luther was the only one left in the world, the funny side of him broke out. Of course, he was forced to do so. If he didn't find some fun for himself at this moment, Luther would probably have fled long ago.
I, Luther Pompey.
The great traverser.
The eldest son of the Knight Lord family, the future Knight Lord, the future great noble on the ground. I flirt with maids when I have nothing to do, and date mistresses when necessary.
Drink red wine as if it were white wine and eat as much steak as you want.
Sitting in the lord's seat every day, commanding a group of subordinates, everything is under control.
To put it in a fashionable way, when awake you hold the power of the world, when drunk you lie on the lap of a beauty.
I'm so fucking stupid that I ran out to this cold place naked.
"Ah, cut."
“La la la, la la la, I’m the little chef who sells newspapers.”
On the top of the mountains, the peaks are all covered in white as far as the eye can see. The snow that never melts all year round is so thick that no one knows how thick it is. If you step on it, half of your leg will sink into the water.
The wind and snow, the heavy snow fell as if it was free, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, leaving blood marks on people's skin.
In this freezing cold world, Luther was running naked, jumping up and down as he continued to climb the mountain. The shy little bird was also jumping up and down, making it very lively.
Luther sang the newspaper selling song in a funny way, yawned, forced himself to jump up and down, and shed tears to prevent himself from running away.
This world is so hateful.
There are always villains who want to harm me.
Even if I become an emperor, I will not feel safe. Only if I become both an emperor and a big boss can I feel safe.
Poor my great bed-warmer, poor my dear little maid, poor Miss Ruth.
The luxurious life has gone, leaving only the white earth, clean and tidy.
I'm cold and I'm shivering.
I am not passionate at all, and I don't want to travel the world and kill people. I just want to be more comfortable and safe in the future.
Luther jumped up and down, crying silently.
It's so fucking cold.
Now is the time when winter turns to spring, and there is still some coldness between heaven and earth, not to mention the mountains. Although the knight's body is very strong, Luther actually has a strong resistance to cold and heat.
But it's damn cold here, and I'm running naked, even my bird is exposed.
I am still unable to circulate the fighting spirit in my body.
The wind blew over him, leaving traces on his body. It didn't break his defenses and cause bleeding, but it still hurt him. The biting cold made him feel like he was about to freeze to death.
What is cultivation? This is cultivation.
It is just to exhaust their muscles and bones and starve their bodies.
Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best.
Potions are a supplementary means that can greatly shorten the knight's training time. Some immunity potions, such as immunity to severe cold, can increase the knight's ability to resist frost fighting spirit.
But it is far less powerful than practicing on one's own.
Under the guidance of the Book of Sages, Luther came here and enjoyed the severe cold, laying a solid foundation for the strong body of the future Earth Knight.
"Stop singing, something is flying over here. Oh, it's a blizzard eagle, a flying eagle-like monster. It's very fast and good at ice and frost. The cold weather here is its home. Hurry up and find a cave to hide in to avoid its mobility."
The sun face sounded a warning in Luther's mind.
It was raining so hard that the roof leaked.
Luther suddenly burst into tears, then threw away the knight's sword in his hand, carried his package, ran away naked, with his fighting spirit gathered.
"Chirp!" An eagle's cry resounded through heaven and earth, and a white light followed like a shadow, approaching Luther at an extremely fast speed. Luther looked back and saw a dead soul.
This is a very small eagle. In fact, Luther can't really tell the difference between an eagle and a hawk. In short, it looks like an eagle, with sharp claws and a pointed beak.
You can tell at first glance that he's not someone you can easily mess with.
It was really small, only the size of a human head. Its entire body was snow-white, except for its claws and beak, which were black.
It is coming with the wind and is very powerful.
Smaller means faster.
Although Luther lacked combat experience, he knew that he could not run anymore. If he ran, there would be a hole in his back and blood would gush out.
Luther paused, then turned around very quickly in an extremely awkward posture, swung out a sword wrapped in ochre-colored fighting spirit, and chopped towards the Blizzard Sculpture.
"Chirp!" Another eagle cry, and the Blizzard Eagle made a beautiful aerial turn in the air, easily avoiding the sword.
Then he stretched out his sharp claws and easily made a hole in Luther's shoulder.
It was truly like a gushing fountain of blood.
After a KO hit, Luther fell to the ground on his back, then quickly got up and fled for his life.
Warcraft is a kind of pervert that combines strength, magic, and a certain degree of intelligence. If a knight is of the same level, he will not be a match for the Warcraft.
The last time Luther fought against the poisonous acid lizard, it took three people to achieve a thrilling victory.
Not to mention now.
Moreover, Luther was not wearing any clothes, and the biting cold wind affected his mobility to some extent.
"Whoosh!" The cold wind whistled, and a breath that was colder and more biting than the world came from behind. Luther knew that this was the icy wind and frost of the blizzard sculpture.
Despite being nervous, Luther also looked back in a funny way. It was the first time he saw a Warcraft use magic and he was a little excited.
It was not spit out from the mouth, but the Blizzard Eagle spread its wings. After a wave of magic power, icy wind and frost descended, and a fan-shaped white breath blew in the face.
An ordinary person would be frozen in an instant.
After taking a look, Luther didn't dare to look again, wrapped his whole body with fighting spirit, and ran away. The defense of the earth fighting spirit is indeed very strong, and it is very effective in resisting this kind of attack.
However, Luther's resistance to ice was still too poor. The biting cold penetrated from the outside of his fighting spirit, and for a moment Luther had the illusion that his blood had frozen. His mobility dropped again.
Behind.
"Chiu"
After firing a blast of ice and frost, the Blizzard Eagle let out an eagle cry, flapped its wings, and turned into a streak of white light. Its black claws stretched out again, intending to attack Luther from behind.
Fortunately, God bless us.
Luther saw a cave in front of him, and he quickly jumped and crawled into the cave, thus avoiding the fatal blow.
Outside the cave, the blizzard eagle was circling in the sky, constantly making eagle cries.
Luther raised his middle finger at the blizzard sculpture and said, "Come in if you're brave enough."
day.
Of course the Blizzard Eagle would not go in. The sky is its home ground. Entering the cave would only limit its mobility. Facing a knight in the cave, the Blizzard Eagle would be crazy.
(End of this chapter)
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