Earlier——

"I'm hungry."

"Kabul, I'm hungry."

"meal."

Kabul:……

"I'm hungry, do you hear me?"

"I said I'm - hungry!"

Kabul was so tortured that he had no choice but to stop.

"Mr. Mislen, I remember we had dinner not long ago," he said.

He pinched his eyebrows lightly and then said: "If this continues, I don't know when we will catch up with Mr. Jon."

Mislen: "I'm hungry."

Okay, Kabul raised his hands and surrendered.

Because he knew that this elf didn't mean to torment people.

Quite the opposite.

Being able to express one's demands without being so hungry that one rushes to the street is already the result of a certain tacit understanding between the two of them along the way.

Looking back, he couldn't remember how many times he had helped Mislen deal with embarrassing problems.

Sometimes he feels that Mislen is not even as good as a baby...

"Forget it, let's eat." Kabul breathed a sigh of relief.

Mislen had no other reaction and went directly into energy-saving mode.

In fact, the reason why Hisl failed to catch up with Jon and the others was because Mithrun kept obstructing them - even the Lord of the Labyrinth could not do anything about this elf who could not take care of himself but had a terrifying ability to fight.

Then here comes the problem.

What should we eat when we are extremely short of supplies?

The answer is "eating".

This is the so-called local use of materials.

"There are actually some mushrooms here, let's make some mushroom soup." Kabul suggested.

Mislen originally had no objection.

He only needs the most basic food to meet his physiological needs, and he has always been very casual about texture, taste, etc.

In short, as long as you can eat it.

But this time, after seeing the mushrooms picked by Kabul, he raised an objection: "These are deformed mushrooms. It's best not to eat them."

Although he is not a walking encyclopedia of monsters like Laos, Misren has been the master of the labyrinth and has a fairly clear understanding of some common or extremely rare monsters (plants).

"Deformed mushrooms? Isn't this thing extinct?" Kabul, who was originally excited, quickly covered his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the deformed spores.

Mislen said nothing.

He was really hungry and could save some energy.

Since the mutated mushrooms cannot be eaten, you need to find other ingredients.

Hard work pays off.

Although Kabul is not a professional maze expert, as a seasoned adventurer, he also has some experience in maze survival.

After exploring the surroundings for more than 10 minutes, he suddenly smelled blood...

The smell irritated his nasal cavity, making Kabul instinctively nervous.

However, judging from his many years of combat experience, the smell of blood was not as strong as expected.

"The battle should be over." Kabul frowned, constantly calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

No matter what the considerations were, he believed that it would be in his own interests to go forward and explore.

Draw your sword and lower your body.

After walking about a hundred or two hundred meters, Kabul saw a huge creature lying on the snow.

It has the head of a griffin and the body of a lion, with two weak wings drooping.

"This...isn't this a gryphon?" Kabul couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.

Griffin is a very dangerous monster. Generally speaking, without a well-organized team, there is almost nothing you can do against this overlord of the sky and sky.

But since he saw the dead griffon here, it means that the Mr. Jon he was chasing is not far ahead!

The heart was beating wildly.

Kabul stepped forward to check.

The griffin has been bled and cleaned, and the flesh in key places has been cut off.

Kabul became more and more certain of his suspicions.

Except for Jon and his group, no one else would attack a monster...not to mention it.

But now this dead griffin has done him a big favor.

Just as he said, Kabul used his sword to chop off one of the gryphon's wings.

He also cut off a part of the meat with a knife and used it as a food reserve for emergencies.

Drag your wings back.

Mislen still had that half-dead expression - there was nothing he could do, he was too hungry. He didn't even want to talk in the energy-saving state.

Kabul had no intention of chatting, so he lit the fire with the flint and steel he brought with him.

The flames burn brightly.

Kabul started grilling wings.

Compared with the skills of Sensi, Qiaoen and others, his cooking techniques are so crude that it makes people laugh.

But, this is an adventure.

Some people eat well, but it is rare to eat well and be full at the same time like Jon and others.

No.

It should be 'this is the only one, no other branches'.

The wings were so big that Kabul had to cut them in half down the middle.

Although there is a lack of seasoning and the cooking skills are not that reliable, Kaboul still maintains the basic cooking requirements.

That is, no raw food.

Just a little bit of paste, it's better than a bite of blood...

Zila Zila.

Grease dripped on the fire.

It makes a very relaxing sound.

Mislen lay quietly, saying nothing, just looking at Kabul.

In the first few days, Kabul still felt stressed.

But now, he doesn't care anymore.

Just watch it.

Anyway, no piece of meat will be lost.

Soon, two pieces of blackened grilled wings were ready.

Mislen struggled to get up and opened his mouth like a baby: "Ah."

Kabul cut off a relatively intact piece of meat with a knife and put it into the other party's mouth.

Until now, he was only happy.

Although elves need to be fed by others to eat, they do not need others to hold their chins when chewing, which is a blessing among misfortunes.

"It tastes terrible," Mislen commented.

Hearing this, Kabul's face turned red.

However, the skin color of the dark-skinned sports student is already dark, and no one can see clearly when he blushes.

"Eat quickly, it's good if it can fill your stomach under these conditions." Kabul said.

Mislen chewed silently.

Chew, chew, chew, chew, chew.
To be continued...