Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 193

It was a really good night, with such a magnificent battle scene and a guy to drink and chat with, which made Dorn feel good.

When he learned that his father was going to die, he did not plan to see him for the last time, but wanted to go out for a walk.

After Dorn left the castle, he rode the skeleton horse straight on the road without much hesitation. He didn't know where to go, but he just felt so suffocated that he wanted to walk around. On the road, I met a ragged old man with black eyes and bright red pupils.

Originally, this seemed to be a very suitable beginning for a horror story, but no horror story would end with this scene.

But the two of them climbed to a high place and sat on the rock drinking the wine that Dorn had just bought from that city.

I have to say that Donne has a really big heart. When he met such a suspicious guy on the road, the first thing he said was to ask him if he had any wine, like a drunk ghost.

But in Dorn's opinion, this is probably a zombie that failed. You must know that such a situation is not uncommon among the undead. Some living zombies have deep obsessions and desires for certain things, such as drinking.

But today he really wanted to drink, really really wanted to drink.

His father is dying, and the girl he likes is still unknown. None of his familiar friends came to see his consciousness, and his home was so lonely. After all, how could a large group of corpse-like guys become active?

Dorn could only accept these things. He had already died once. After being resurrected, he felt as if he had just woken up and was dizzy.

So this made him feel very depressed. He brought a lot of wine and wanted to find a place to drink alone.

It just so happened that he could meet such a drinking buddy with a good appetite, which made him a little happy.

But when he really poured this guy a full glass of wine, the guy started coughing violently after just one sip. He looked so old, and when he coughed, it was as if he wanted to cough out his own trachea.

This is a very strong liquor. To a vampire, beer is almost like boiled water. So what Dorn brought was wine with a very high alcohol content.

But for people who like to drink, this is a reassuring thing. When the first thing a person says is asking for a drink, everyone will think that he is a drunkard.

But judging from his performance, this guy is probably drinking for the first time in his life, and he is probably a guy who can't drink even the beer in his hand.

"Have you never had a drink?" Donn didn't think this guy disturbed his mood, so he just got himself a bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"The first time." He said dullly, his voice sounded hoarse like two iron blocks rubbing against each other, which made people want to cover their ears.

This guy held a bowl full of wine in his hand and took another sip. This time he didn't react as much as last time, he just took him into his mouth and rolled it down his throat.

"Then, why do you want to drink?" Dorn looked ahead, which was the direction of the human city. For some reason, that place was so bright now that it seemed like the sun was setting there. But he was not panicked. Instead, he found it very interesting. Watching here was like watching a drama.

"I just want to drink it. I have always been curious about what this thing tastes like." He replied softly: "I see you, drinking these things will make you very happy, and you thought this was some kind of magic potion that would make people happy. "

"How can there be such a magic potion in this world?" Dorn poured himself a full bowl, and then poured another bowl. This time he took a small sip and said, "Damn, drinking it dry is really boring. I just need something to go with it."

"What do you want to eat"

"Peanuts, or meat." Dorn burped and said dullly: "But peanuts are not produced here. If you want to eat peanuts, you have to go to the human race to buy them. I really hate the way they look at me, as if they are Looking at a piece of trash, I have to act like I don’t care.”

"Meat?" The guy pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up: "Wait for me."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and came back less than three minutes later, carrying a rabbit in his hand.

It was an undead rabbit. It was not white but black. The fur on its body was not soft, but rather hard like a hedgehog.

"What a great skill." Dorn praised.

The rabbit ran very fast and dug holes to bury itself. If you want to catch him, even you have to spend a lot of effort.

But it only took the old man, who looked hunched over, three minutes to bring back such a rabbit.

"Just think of it as something to exchange for wine." He sat down and said, "How do you eat this? Does it need to be baked?"

Before obtaining this body, he only knew that people need to eat, drink, and sleep.

And he is likely to die soon. He plans to use this short time to experience these things that people have to do every day.

"It doesn't need to be roasted, and it's really good that you brought it alive." Dorn took the knife from his waist, peeled it skillfully, then pinched its blood and carefully cut off it, and took it out. The rabbit's heart was still beating. When he was about to eat it, he hesitated and looked at the old man: "Do you want to eat this? This is the most delicious part of the rabbit. This is the rabbit you caught. You should eat it." "

"Then leave half of it for me." Dorn looked at the thing and was a little curious about what it tasted like.

"That will make me bleed all over." Dorn handed it over: "Eat it quickly before it gets cold. In fact, you have missed the best time to eat. The best time to eat is when it is still beating. Hold the blood. Take it out and hold it in your mouth. Every beat will shoot the freshest blood into your throat."

"Haha, it tastes good now." The old man took the heart, but as soon as Donn let go of his hand, the bulging blood in the pinched artery and vein spurted out and splashed all over him.

"You should have followed my hand and pinched it."

"The first time, the first time. If there is a next time, I will definitely remember it." The old man put the shriveled heart into his mouth and chewed it for a few mouthfuls.

Then he frowned. The taste was so exciting that he couldn't help but wonder why those guys liked to eat it.

And Don was there, cutting off the rabbit meat piece by piece, and drinking wine: "Do you have a story?"

"What do you mean?" The old man reluctantly swallowed what was in his mouth.

"Anyone who comes here looking for a drink at this time must have something that cannot be resolved." Donne shook the glass and took a sip: "I am because my father is dying, my fiancée can't be found, and my friends have forgotten me. .I have nothing now, no one wants to listen to me, I can only come to drink. And you look like you have been alive for a long time, but you smell like a human being, but not like a human being. This makes me... You’re curious.”

"Because this is a body I just obtained." The old man nodded slightly: "When I didn't have a body, I really wanted to taste the wine you have here."

"Are you a resentful spirit?" Dorn whistled: "It's really rare. I always thought your existence was just a legend."

"Resentful soul, what is that?" The old man actually had a smile on his face. His smile was so natural, but yet so bitter: "I am a devil made by God himself."

When Anthony and Winnie saw the guy in front of them, his momentum suddenly changed. This made them even surprised and slow to react.

Because that anger seems to materialize, just like rolling thunder, destroying everything it touches.

The scene in front of him flashed, and Anthony felt that everything he had experienced was replayed at an extremely short speed. It was a revolving door of life.

And Anthony didn't even have time to notice what happened. He felt a huge battering ram hit him hard.

The sword in his hand was just punched, and the Dragon Tooth Sword instantly shattered into powder. Anthony was directly hit by the shock wave from Yu Li, and all the bones in his body made a cracking sound.

The armor on Anthony's body fell off, his dragon scales peeled off, his brain was shaken to the point of dizziness, and even his spine was not spared. Not only was it broken, even the tendons were melted into the bone fragments.

He flew through the air, smashing half of the city condensed by light elements, and his back was covered with fragments of his own armor.

This was just one punch, and he was already on the verge of death. Don't resist, he didn't even have the ability to understand what was happening.

Such an injury would be fatal even for Anthony who was already in a complete dragon state. But it's not beyond repair. It's just that it's impossible to move anymore.

The dragon's blood on his body spurted out in the twisted tendons, and the blood pressure forced the twisted blood vessels to straighten. The active muscles repair the cervical spine in an emergency.

But when Anthony could raise his head, he saw an even more horrifying scene.

Because the guy covered in golden light actually withstood Winnie's full blow with his bare hands, then turned around and grabbed Winnie's neck with his hands, pressing her down hard and forcing her to kneel on the ground. The force was so great that even the ground was covered with cracks like turtle shells.

Her beautiful nightgown was more than half broken at this moment, and the girl's graceful body was exposed to the sight. It was a ketone body that made people stunned, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

But the severe pain made Winnie moan in pain.

But Ori didn't look at her beautiful body, nor did he feel pity for her miserable moans. Instead, he grabbed her sword and cut off her wings.

Then cut from the back of the neck and cut off the left half of the arm along the butterfly bone on the back. He raised the sword again, cut off the right half along the butterfly bone, and then cut off her head. He thrust the big sword through the port of her neck and cut the girl's body vertically.

This was not over yet, because Ori raised the sword again and slashed at Winnie's slender and beautiful legs. Then he picked up one of the legs and tore it into two sections with brute force. He pulled out the bones of the broken leg and nailed it to her stomach. Finally, he dug out the heart, smashed it to the ground and crushed it.

Anthony couldn't help but want to turn away. The guy who called himself the God of Light dismembered Winnie alive in front of Anthony with endless rage.

I really didn’t expect that after the angel was taken apart, there was no blood at all. The things that made her up seemed to be countless light spots, which made Anthony feel a little better. If he had to watch the beautiful girl in front of him become bloody, this miserable way of death was not suitable for a beautiful girl.

And after Ori dismantled this guy into several parts, she piled the bits together with a few kicks, hit it hard with the side of her sword like a meat pie, and then inserted it into that beautiful head. superior.

And after the big sword was inserted into the beautiful head, it was not cut open and barely remained intact. The other recognizable parts of the body were piled high and stuck together like meat skewers.

But Anthony didn't even have the ability to shout. He could only feel cold despair because of something that was suddenly so powerful that he couldn't resist.

With this guy's ability, massacring the city is such a simple matter for him. Anthony watched as Ori stepped on Winnie's body a few times like he was stepping on garbage, then turned around and walked towards him step by step.

Anthony seemed to be able to see this guy walking into the territory of the human race like a living god of death, wherever he passed. Everything will be reduced to rubble, and it is very likely that not even a mouse will be able to survive secretly.

I really don't know why that guy suddenly became like this, but he seems to be able to feel anger, anger that is too big to be concealed.

When did he make him angry? Anthony didn't know. Maybe when the spear pierced him, it made him angry.

After going through a revolving door in his mind, Anthony was even more certain that the guy in front of him was more than similar to the elf he met in the north. He had changed his hairstyle and the pattern on his head. Just the same, like the guy who stepped out of the mirror.

However, that guy is obviously timid and cowardly, maybe that can be called kind.

Now this guy who was walking slowly over, apart from the fact that he looked the same, there was no way to connect him with that coward.

But now he had walked over, and then slowly grabbed his neck and pulled him up from the ground.

The golden light on Ori suddenly dissipated, and in front of him stood the big boy again.

"Do you remember this face?" He actually said in a trembling voice, and every trembling sound seemed to be suppressing something.

This distance made Anthony even more certain who this guy was.

"Is it Aoyue?" Anthony smiled helplessly: "You are not dead."

He finally recalled the empty expression of the dragon looking into the distance after he let him go. Now he finally understood why one of his old friends who had been with him for so long was so afraid.

That is something that cannot be matched by anything, because it is God, a God who is above. Although I don’t know why the dragon said he was a devil, the devil will not come with the holy light.

However, there is no difference whether it is a demon or a god, because they are all guys who come to destroy this world, and they are all enemies of mankind.

"Yes, I am Ou Yue." Ori said softly: "I am not dead, but you are going to die now."