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- Chapter 121 Fat Man of Venice
In an unprecedented gesture of generosity, Fei Yin politely declined the tauren eldest sister¡ªperhaps the aunt¡ªthe dinner of thanks to the wet nurse in the candlelight. According to her own statement, this was entirely because she suddenly remembered that she had to "work overtime" on the night of the dinner.
And when the wet nurse in the candlelight said sincerely and sincerely that she could defer this gratitude to any time when the president is free, Fei Yin's expression looked like someone was holding her neck and feeding flies to her mouth. .
"There's really no need" She dragged us and fled, leaving the tauren aunt who was following her behind. While running away in a panic, she threw out lies that even she herself didn't believe:
"Since we are all a family in the guild, we should help each other without asking for anything in return. Treating guests to dinner is too foreign, so there is really no need No, no, no"
The tauren aunt looked at us leaving, her hands folded and hanging on her slightly fat belly, smiling kindly. We vaguely heard her admiring like this: "What a good girl, both generous and capable. If only my daughter could do the sametsk tsk tsk tsk"
Seeing that the wet nurse in the candlelight did not follow, Fei Yin finally stopped, panted heavily, patted her chest, and said to us fearfully: "Thankfully I saw the fate of Buddha's smile today. It seems that I really can't meet netizens casually, especially I live in the same city, what if Isuck" She shivered suddenly as if she thought of something particularly terrible, and there were so many goosebumps all over her body that they almost reached her face.
"President Sister? How old are you? Do you have a partner? I know a few nice young men, none of whom are married. Do you want to introduce me to you" Suddenly, the tauren auntie came from behind. The voice came hauntingly.
"Oh my god, the more I hear it, the more it sounds like" Fei Yin was like a ignited firecracker, suddenly bouncing up from the ground, using two or three "teleportation" moves in succession regardless of the cost. The magic rolled and crawled forward as it hurried away. I feel that in her eyes, even the last king Darendir is not as scary as this kind and kind tauren aunt.
I am baffled by this
Foxiao was forced by his father, who had just reunited, to work as a coolie working on equipment. Feiyin immediately roped me in to make up the job. I didn't agree immediately, but I was busy delivering the evening dress to the lady who was eager to wear it, and then waited for her to calm down from the excitement of putting on the new dress. It wasn't until she looked pretty in the mirror that she was willing to tell me that the suspicious-looking homeless man who smelled like corpses had drifted upstream along the Chenxi River to the Kokla Pass - which happened to be Feiyin's destination.
So, fate once again intertwined our futures together, allowing us to move forward together for our different goals.
The Kokla Mountains are located in the northernmost part of the Falvi continent and are formed by thousands of snow-covered icebergs stretching into the sky. The peaks here are covered with snow all year round, and the wind is blowing all day long, and the snow is flying. Legend has it that the Kokla Mountains are the edge of the entire world. If you cross this snow-capped glacier, you can find the end of the world. Beyond the end of the world is the endless void, which is considered taboo even by the omnipotent gods. The outer realm - for me, that is the end of the world that I can touch.
The Kokla Pass is an entrance at the southern end of the Kokla Mountains. Among all the rivers that traverse the Falvi continent, the Dawn River, which has the largest drainage basin and the most abundant water, originates here. A kind of monster called "Chachenk Sasquatch" is scattered here. Their body is very bloated, especially the belly is fat - they look like the long-triangular cousin of the orc shadow thief - and they are covered with white from top to bottom. Their thick fur almost covers their eyes, mouth and nose, making them look very honest and even friendly - but I guarantee you will not be fooled by this illusion for a long time, they will be very "sincere" in their own way. I can tell you that they are definitely one of the toughest thugs you can encounter in this world.
What's surprising is their feet. Each of their feet is as big as a cattail leaf fan. Their legs are always spread far apart and they walk wobbly. People are always worried that they will fall because of Stumble over your own feet.
Although they walk as funny and ugly as clowns, they are not as slow as they look - they are even much more flexible than you think. The wide soles of their feet prevent them from getting stuck in the snow, which prevents them from being punished by reducing their movement speed by 10% in the snow like us.
So, when you, like me, are intoxicated by their light and elegant footwork, and feel ten times more painful under their sand bowl-sized fists, you will definitely regret laughing at their seemingly funny big feet like me, and Add a sense of respect to the word "life"Meaning - In this cruel world, only by being fit can you be strong, and only by being strong can you survive. When I used my own ignorance to laugh at the "ugliness" of others, I did not hear the natural law of natural selection. He was mocking my stupid aesthetic sense with a louder voice.
Don¡¯t despise every living thing, no matter how different you are from them.
Those are all miracles of creation, I think so.
There are quite a few of these "Chachenk Sasquatch". I believe they are a subhuman race with some intelligence. They have even formed some primitive tribes that have begun to take shape. Each tribe has about thirty or forty people, stationed in their respective areas of activity, and do not invade each other. Any outsider who steps into their area - like us - will immediately be attacked mercilessly. A fire was raised in the center of each tribe, and beside the fire sat an "Elder Chachenk Savage" with gray hair and a long beard. Unlike the sturdy warriors in the tribe, although these elders are not very good at close combat, they can use some simple ice spells to attack us from a distance.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't have imagined that in such an extreme environment with an extremely harsh climate, there are still such vigorous signs of life, and even a budding sub-civilization has emerged. If you give them a long enough time - I think - let them gradually grow and improve in such an environment, will they possibly become another intelligent race walking on the Falvi continent, competing with humans and tauren? , half-orcswill we become the masters of this continent together?
While I was immersed in the great unity of the mainland people, welcoming a new brother race, and the good wishes of friendship and unity for generations, I chopped the big savage closest to me to the ground with a sword
"If this is true, it would be a miracle of creation, I think so.
An Elf philosopher surnamed Ma once said: The key difference between intelligent races and non-intelligent races is that truly intelligent races can make tools - the reckless and impulsive Tauren race is very much covered by this theoretical banner. Reluctantly included in the ranks of "intelligent races" - according to this standard, these Sasquatch really have the potential to become an "intelligent race". At least they have learned to make weapons - and they are fairly standardized weapons.
Nearly every adult Sasquatch has a well-crafted weapon in his hand - a large wooden stick that is obviously whittled and thin at one end and thick at the other. They know how to hold the thin end in their hands and hit the enemy with the thick end to produce stronger attack power. For a race that survives only by hunting, this is simply the greatest invention ever invented - in fact, I have personally proven with my own skin, flesh and bones just how astonishingly great this invention is.
But that¡¯s not what I care about most.
¡°They each have a stick, and that¡¯s the problem. Don't you find it strange? This is the snow-capped plateau. The tallest plants you can see here are patches of moss that are no thicker than your palm. If you walk all the way south from here without stopping, you will see one on the roadside for two days and two nights. A dying larch, perhaps the nearest tree from here.
And these Sasquatch are actually able to carry a big wooden stick in each hand, and it is a big, thick and familiar big wooden stick! I can't even figure out how they did it.
What did I just say?
Oh, this is truly a fucking miracle of creation! ! !
I really think so.
"Where did these fat guys get so many big wooden sticks? There's obviously not even a single weed around here" I quickly deflected a murder weapon that was coming toward my door, and expressed my confusion angrily.
¡°Fat people are just fat people, what do you mean by ¡®dead fat people¡¯?¡± The Yangtze River Delta immediately glared at me and shouted angrily, ¡°Just because we are fat, do we deserve to die?¡±
This mentally sensitive half-orc shadow thief is obviously not that firm in his stance on the freedom and liberation movement of the people of the Falvi continent - just because his fat vanity was slightly hurt, he immediately and That group of vicious savages became "us."
"Don't we fat people have eyes" I don't know which fragile nerve my words touched in the heart of the Yangtze River Delta. He suddenly became sad and angry, and made an impassioned speech in a high-pitched voice like an aria:
"don't we fat people have no facial features, no senses, no emotions, no flesh and blood? Aren't we eating the same food - ah, although we eat more - the same weapons can hurt us, the same medicines It can heal us. It will be cold in winter and cold in summer.Will it be hot, like a thin person"
His emotions were so full, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation accumulated by the ridiculed fat people for thousands of years in this moment. Every word that came out of his tongue seemed to have been tempered in a furnace. Although it was short, it was full of sword-like power, making people irrefutable and ashamed.
I feel so guilty in my heart. If I were not in the middle of a fierce battle, I should really reflect deeply in the depths of my soul and bow to him in public to apologize.
"If you stab us with swords, won't we bleed? If you scratch us, won't we laugh? If you use poison to murder us, won't we also die "His speech continued. I never knew that this plain-looking half-orc was actually a master of words. It seemed like he could spout this beautiful and elegant language forever. I firmly believe that if someone could record every word he said at this time, it would create an immortal and peerless article.
"He is really a literary giant!" I admired sincerely.
"Yes, he is a literary giant, and Shakespeare's immortal masterpiece is "The Fat Man of Venice". I just learned about these two things." Xian Ge Yayi rolled his eyes beside me and muttered in a low voice. It looks particularly large under the refraction of the glasses. Even so, the bow and arrow he fired hit a Sasquatch right in the heart.
"Shakespeare? That Shakespeare?" I was confused.
"How many more Shakespeares are there? A treasure of England. It is said that his language has a soul-shaking effect. There are countless English students who have suffered nervous breakdown under the torture of his language."
¡°¡Sounds like a warlock¡¡± I judged.
"Yes, a demon warlock, an endless nightmare for GRE and TOEFL students" Xian Ge nodded in agreement.
In our whispered discussions, the grief, anger and excitement in the hearts of the Yangtze River Delta have reached their peak. He held a hammer in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other, shouting loudly:
"If a fat man bullies a thin man, how should the thin man show his humility? Revenge! If a thin man bullies a fat man, then according to the thin man's example, how should the fat man show his tolerance Oh, fuck Your second uncle!"
Well¡¡
After the trend of extremely gorgeous and treasure-like rhetoric turned sharply, such a vulgar language suddenly popped up, which made it difficult for me to adapt to such violent fluctuations in emotional changes. At this moment, I no longer have any respect for this orc linguist with gorgeous words: I just said a wrong sentence casually, and using "fuck you second uncle" to retaliate would be a bit too deceptive¡ª¡ª What's more, the technical difficulty of doing this is too great. I really can't find a second uncle who is related to me by blood.
After receiving such a strong insult, I turned away angrily, intending to seek justice from the fat man who made the rude remarks
Then I immediately calmed down: it was just a small misunderstanding.
Although the Yangtze River Delta has taken the initiative to stand on the same front with those fat Sasquatch people, they obviously have no sense of intimacy with the Yangtze River Delta as "us". While the Yangtze River Delta was making an impassioned speech, a wooden stick was firmly pressed against his forehead, making a sinking and muddy collision sound - our half-orc shadow thief immediately held his head and howled in pain.
His pupils were moist and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears. I don¡¯t know whether this was because he was moved by that impassioned speech about the fat man, or whether the Sasquatch¡¯s big club was too much for life to bear.
"How dare you, grandma, take advantage of my unpreparedness for a sneak attack. I'll stab you short-lived fat guys to death" Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the Yangtze River Delta immediately threw away all the comments about "fat guys" and smiled evilly. He swung the gleaming dagger and mercilessly killed these naive Sasquatch.
So, Falvey continent has another liberation movement fighter with a firm stance and high morale. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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