Chapter 35 The Hotel Owner

The distance between the thief and Ning Chen in the world is only six or seven yards. Of course, he immediately said.

Ning Chen is not only strong, but also fast. After stamping the foot, he quickly came behind the thief, smiled in his ear, raised his skinning knife, pointed it at his throat, and cut it hard.

It turns out that killing is so simple.

A thief fell to the ground, and when he finally struggled, he still couldn't believe his eyes. Why did a taurman hunter actually cut his throat, or hang him, or... No matter what, why did he really hang up?

Release the soul, run the soul, and possess it. After he has been thinking about these things all the way, there is no trace of a "master" around him.

"Big Boss! Wally, you die!" He shouted in the guild, "Ning Chen is not a human!"

"Oh. I know." Wari responded slowly.

"What do you know?"

"He is really not a human..." Wari said, "He is not a human in the first place, but a tarew."

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"Hello, Ning Chen!

Speed to die in the barren land!

Prisoner Qiu Liu"

As soon as he returned to the hotel, the boss handed him a letter: "Your letter, you are so busy."

Had with the boss, Ning Chen opened the letter and wrote it again. Why has this guy been thinking about himself recently? There is no good intention. However, seeing the days fade by day, it is not a good way to stay like this. Ning Chen thought about it and decided to leave Mo Gaolei.

It didn't take much effort to resign from the boss, but only a little salary was paid, but it didn't matter. He didn't do it for a long time.

"It doesn't matter if it's salary or something. Let me take Lao Kodo away." Ning Chen said.

Although the boss is reluctant, he does not dare to refuse. After all, Ning Chen is not what it used to be. The whole Tauren of Karimdo knows his existence. If he is too harsh on him, it will also affect his reputation and business.

This night, Ning Chen left the Bloodshoe Village with his friends and walked on the road to the barren land. The moonlight shone on four figures of different sizes, which looked extremely soft.

It was midnight when we arrived at the barren land.

This is the intersection town, a village and town of barren tribes, located in the most central location of the whole barren area, guarding the traffic arteries, and its geographical location is comparable to Astlana in the Grey Valley.

It is said that it is a town, but in fact, more than a dozen tents, large and small, were built, and then used cowhide to wear pillars around the tent. Even if it is a town, the highest, best and strongest building in the town is the watchtower, with several sentries scattered on it.

The guards at the door dozed off against the pillar. Most of the tents had been turned off. Only the largest tent in the distance was still brightly lit. It was a hotel at the intersection, Ning Chen knew.

If Mo Gaolei is the world of the tauren, then the barren land is not only there. There are representatives of all tribes here, and the crossroads actually belongs to Ogma, the territory of the orcs.

The owner of the hotel is a short green-skinned orc, which is said to be short compared to Ning Chen.

When Ning Chen went in, he was standing by the fire, motionless, without even turning his eyes, like a model. However, the fire beside him was burning brightly, and the whole room was hot.

The barren land is a semi-desert, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. During the day, the sun can burn a dinosaur. At night, people need to cover it with thick blankets to keep out the cold. Ning Chen and others entered the house from outside and suddenly felt warm and felt much more comfortable.

"Hight!" Seeing that the huge Kodo beast also twisted its buttocks to enter the door, the boss said, "The Kodo beast is not allowed to enter the door!"

Old Codo's pitiful tears will also be cold! Ning Chen had no choice but to calm it down, and then found the most sheltered place near the hotel tent and asked him to rest.

When he entered the door again, the shadow burial was acting obediently to the orc, shaking its tail and pretending to be cute, so that he could stay in the room with his son. Although the orc looked horrible, he was very good-hearted. He frowned and sniffed. He probably felt that there was no excessive stench on the shadow burial and the little stone, and no longer drove her away. We are tacit.

The shadow burial and the small stone were coiled by the stove. The little leopard quickly snuggled up to his mother and fell asleep. For several hours in a row, the children couldn't stand it.

Ning Chen paid the boss a few copper coins and asked for a bed. He was going to rest here until dawn, sleep well first, and then think about the future.

Lying on ** and turning, but can't sleep. It turns out that the orc's bed is very thin, just a layer of animal skin, swaying like a hammock, and the whole hotel is a large room, eating, drinking and living together. Ning Chen is still a little uncomfortable with such an environment. During the overturning, his hand touched an object in his arms. The sound of paper reached out and touched it. It turned out to be the envelope that Bertram gave him before he died. Anyway, I can't sleep, so I simply take it out for research.

The envelope is very beautiful and elegant, and the texture is also very good. The parchment and ink stains have been dimmed. It seems that it has been written for a long time. It has been hundreds of years. The person who received the letter should have been ancient. Unfortunately, Bertram didn't know that he was still trying to send the letter to her.

She, Hilmi, should it be her? Ning Chen thought.

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When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn. The shadow burial and the little stone had already woken up. The little guy stood by Ning Chen's side motionless, waiting for him to open his eyes. When he saw Ning Chen wake up, he was very happy, hugging and shaking his tail, like a large kitten. Ning Chen reached out and touched its head and said affectionately. Good morning. My stomach is cooing. It's time to prepare for breakfast.

Just as they were about to go out, the orc boss stopped Ning Chen: "Motauri, wait a minute."

Ah? Are you calling me?" Ning Chen was a little surprised.

"Well, can you do me a favor? I can't leave." The orc said.

"Oh, help... Well, tell me, if I can do it..."

"Please help me!" The orc interrupted him.

"Tell me..." Ning Chen was a little curious, because he saw that tears seemed to flash in the orc's eyes. What could make an orc so sad and anxious?

"My wife..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Chen felt a familiar dialogue.

If I remember correctly, when I played games in the past, there was a task at the intersection. The publisher was an orc who was also looking for his wife, but he was definitely not the owner of the hotel.

"My wife has passed away..." The orcman's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were full of sadness and regret. "But so far, she can't be safe. It's all my fault."

Ning Chen began to be curious.