Chapter 32 Glory

"Look at his broken horn, it is rumored that Ning Chen has broken horns." The little fishman muttered in the wise man's ear.

"Well, but there are many cows with broken horns." Some people heard it refuted him.

Ning Chen felt puzzled and touched his head. Will it cause trouble to himself if the corner is broken?

The fish people gathered together and muttered, and then the wise man stepped forward and asked seriously, "Do you have a golden bow?"

Do you still have to ask, isn't it in your hand? Ning Chen said to himself that more than ten miles away, Aberdeen blew the horn to change the post. In the past few days, Ning Chen has been worried that he would be caught by the people of the alliance. Fortunately, the players said that if they were caught by the guards, it might be another fierce battle. I hope the fish people would not do anything stupid.

"Well, I have a golden bow, what?"

"Let me have a look." The wise man said rudely, "I want to verify it."

"The hunter's weapon can't be left. If you want to see it, come and see it yourself." Ning Chen is not polite either.

The wise man hesitated for a moment, called a few people, slowly came up, rubbed the golden bow in Ning Chen's hand, and praised while touching: "Yes, that's what they are talking about this weapon. You are Ning Chen." He waved his hand and greeted the fishmen, and the fishmen who had surrounded Ning Chen scattered in the jungle, making Ning Chen confused.

Wise men are a kind of wisdom in fishmen. Usually, there are a small group of wise men who play the role of leaders and perform their respective duties. The wise man who comes today is responsible for dealing with war affairs. His original purpose is to kill and revenge, but he does not want to meet Ning Chen.

If there was no shadow knight, he would fight with Ningchen without blinking his eyes. The fishman was indeed not a good thing, but because the shadow knight was their enemy, and Ningchen killed him, which led to their worship of Ningchen out of thin air.

On the continent of Azeroth, all creatures may become propagators of information. The gossip here is transmitted very fast, and the speed is comparable to that of optical cables. When Bertram fell to the ground, the news spread to the corner of Karimdo through the birds, but Ning Chen didn't know it.

The wise man pretended to be close and sat by the fire and began to talk to Ning Chen. The strong fishy smell from his body stimulated the shadow burial, and she couldn't help demonstrating.

"Engrab, thank you for killing our enemy." The wise man said slowly with the face that I talked to you as a gift to you.

"Oh? You have a lot of enemies. Who did I kill? At this moment, Ning Chen already knows it, but he still pretends to be confused.

"I haven't seen him. My people have seen him, but all but one child died and were killed by him. Rumor has it that his name is Bertram, and people call him Shadow Knight."

"Oh. He, yes, I accidentally killed him, but I'm very busy now. You can go home if you have nothing to do. Ning Chen really can't stand their taste. Moreover, he is still biased against fishmen in his heart, and he didn't want to see them when playing games before.

The wise man sensed the attitude of the "benefactor", showed a slight embarrassment on his face, coughed twice, and continued: "Since the benefactor is very busy, we won't disturb you. The place you are in is the site of our former village. I authorize you to stay here indefinitely. In addition, if you need our help, please open your mouth. We will do our best to repay you."

"Okay, help me find some seven grasses." Ning Chen turned his eyes and said.

The muscles on the wise man's face twitched, and the fishman's hypocrisy nature determined that most of his words were polite, such as retribution and so on. Unexpectedly, Ning Chen immediately asked them for help, but when he heard the three words of seven grass, he smiled: "Is that the only requirement? You're welcome."

"Well, that's it. Although I lack anything else, I may not give it to you. For example, can you give me pearls?" Ning Chen said.

"Hahaha..." The wise man used laughter to change the topic. He was really afraid that Ning Chen really wanted pearls or something. Greed and stingy were also the nature of fish people. "Chris, come here." He shouted at the woods.

A young fisherman responded. What was funny was that his body was full of all kinds of seaweed and seaweed, and there was a grass on his head. Ning Chen couldn't help laughing, but before his smile disappeared, he suddenly found that the grass was actually the seven grass he had been looking for for for a long time.

Chris came to the wise man and bowed his head to wait for his life.

The wise man reached out and pulled out the grass on his head, which was indeed seven branches.

"Son, what you need is such a small grass? Hahaha, this is too simple. This grassland is rare, and now it is only available on the heads of a small family in our clan, but you can rest assured that if you need it, you can come and pick it up at any time. The wise man pretended to be generous and handed seven grasses to Ning Chen. In fact, this kind of grass is superfluous for them.

After taking over the grass in the fishman's hand, Ning Chen was excited. It really took no effort to break through the iron shoes. After working so long, it was just for this grass. With this grass, life will be much better in the future.

A handful of seven grasses were pulled from the heads of seven or eight fishmen in a row, and the juice made from these grasses can be stained with tens of thousands of arrow feathers.

In order to prevent many long dreams and got what he wanted, Ning Chen hurriedly said goodbye to the fish people. It was important not to return to the Bloodhoof Village. The shadow burial could not wait to see the little stone, and he was also very worried about the small stone in his heart.

Who said it's not easy to walk at night?

Lu Ningchen walked very steadily this night.

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It has been two days since I returned to the Bloodshoe Village. Before entering the village, Ning Chen summoned up the courage to cheer for himself over and over again: no matter what the boss says, just listen.

The village at night is quiet, and the players are struggling in the wild. The NPC on duty is already a little slack at this moment, and several are even dozed off.

At the gate of the hotel, Ning Chen was shocked by a large truck of parcels: this boss, won't he save me all the weight for a few days?

"Ning Chen!" As soon as I entered the door, I heard the boss's loud voice, "You're finally back!"

Then I saw the small stone wagging its tail and jumping. The little guy missed his mother and Ning Chen so much.

The boss slapped Ning Chen on the shoulder: "Good job! Bad boy, I didn't expect you to fight for our old cow.

"Well..." Ning Chen was still usurped in his stomach, but he didn't expect that he was waiting for this praise, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.