Ten years later, the lame fish sister and the one-eyed donkey sister are still imprisoned in the basement of the old goblin noble all day long. Perhaps because the two sisters "contributed" two blood crystals before, their "recipes" have become more and more popular.
Become colorful. But this kind of "recipe" is unacceptable to normal people, let alone follow it every day.
"The other party is your food, and from today on, you will eat more delicacies that you have never tasted before." One afternoon, the old goblin noble dragged a living creature to the stone cell.
He still had that "amiable" appearance, but his words were very cold.
"Why does today's food look so similar to ours? Can it be replaced by the usual chicken? I can't say anything." Although my sister has never seen her own appearance, she faces her every day. Therefore, this
Naturally, "same kind" with only one breath left cannot be used as food.
"Absurd, this is really the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard!"
"To live is to live, just like those insects and beasts, when the hunger is unbearable, they will devour their own kind! Chickens are also life, and this person is also life. Except for the difference in appearance, there is no difference between the two." p>
"You two will die of hunger if you don't eat. The other person has gained 'sympathy' and survived. Is this the natural result? Is this person the one who must be protected even if he dies?"<
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The old goblin noble seemed to have anticipated this scenario, so he did not hesitate when he heard the words. The barrage of soul torture left the lame fish sister speechless.
On this day, under the watchful eyes of the old goblin noble, the two sisters devoured the stranger, who was also a human. During the process, the stranger just whimpered and slurped, as if his tongue had been cut out beforehand. p>
"How does it taste? Is it more delicious than those chickens with feathers?" the old goblin noble asked, covering his nose with a brocade handkerchief without leaving any trace. He was a normal person, so he couldn't
Endure the smell of blood in this stone cell.
"It's not bad, just a little too fat, but I finally had a good meal." The one-eyed donkey sister said before her sister could speak. Her two donkey hooves kept making sounds, and her left cat eye also quickly opened.
Narrowed into a narrow slit, it seemed that he was eating very happily.
The old goblin noble nodded his head with a smile, and after a few more compliments, he stood up and left. From that day on, the sisters would eat some "weird things" every once in a while.
The docile deer tribe orc had his tongue cut off. His eyes were full of fear, but his hands and feet were cut off and he was unable to escape from this purgatory-like stone cell.
It seems that after the previous "cannibal" test, the two sisters no longer have any doubts about this kind of dinner. Blood spurts out from the skin. The elder sister likes the forbidden fascia attached to the ribs the most, while the younger sister loves it even more.
For the scapula, which has a lot of muscle mass.
The pure-blood elf, who was originally known for his elegance, is no longer arrogant. At this moment, he is curling up in the corner of the stone cell like a baby, praying that everything he has experienced is a dream.
The pure-blood elf with thin skin and tender flesh seems to be more in line with the preferences of the two sisters. I saw the elder sister holding an arm and biting him non-stop, while the younger sister peeled off the other person's face inch by inch, as if she had found a part that was more appetizing, or perhaps
It simply comes from the jealousy deep in the soul.
This is a dwarf, and he is a dwarf craftsman with fairly good skills. Coveting the benefits promised by the goblins, he left his hometown and entered the Rusty Plains, but in the end he ended up "eating to eat".
But what makes him even more sad is that the "beast sisters" in front of him seem to have no interest in him. Half of this is due to his old and wrinkled body, and the other half is due to the smell of inferior ale.
It’s rare that the sisters didn’t eat each other’s bodies, but chose the internal organs.
The lungs were still warm, the heart was full of blood, and the large intestine was "several times taller" than the body. The last thing the dwarf craftsman saw were two small faces full of ferociousness, but he
I feel that both of them still retain a trace of humanity in their eyes.
The bodies of half-dragons have a scaly appearance under the influence of genetic genes, and some of them have horn-like protrusions on their heads. The half-dragon who is currently in the stone cell even retains
The tail of the giant dragon.
However, today is destined to be the end of his life, because the lame fish sister is eating the left half of his skull, and the one-eyed donkey sister has no mercy and has already eaten his right arm.
From humans to orcs, to elves, dwarves, and half-dragons. During this period of time, the two sisters gradually accepted the "new recipe", but the reason was simply that the other was huge and could eat as much as they wanted.<
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"Why were all their tongues cut off? They seemed to have a lot to say, and I don't know if they knew Orcish or Common Language." My sister bit out the half-dragon's eyeball, and this was when she discovered it.
It’s a fun entertainment project soon, and the liquid in your eyes is very delicious.
"I guess it's to prevent us from hearing any false words. It's better not to speak, at least it can be a little cleaner." My sister put the scaly skin of the half-dragon on her neck, because the sound coming from the gills was loud.
Seems a little vague.
Time slowly moved forward again, and the old goblin noble appeared in front of the sisters again, but he did not bring any "special food" today, but piled many things on the ground.
The perfume produced from the shimmering forest is packaged in a crystal bottle, but even so, you can still smell a faint hint of orchid. The brocade robes of the Principality of Floy are embroidered with patterns praising the gods, with gold and silver threads, graceful and elegant. The ancient books that record the development of civilization have long since turned yellow, as if they will fall apart if they are not careful. The staff inlaid with huge magic crystals is worth tens of thousands of gold, and the kind of magic fluctuations can make many magicians go crazy instantly. The best dwarves
The wheat is clear and mellow. It has been buried deep in the ground for nearly a hundred years and is beyond the reach of ordinary goods.
However, after the two sisters saw these things, they seemed a little confused, and even a little disgusted. Although the perfume was fragrant, it could not enter the throat; although the brocade robe was gorgeous, it was just another way of presenting the straw nest;
Although books and staffs are precious, they will become waste paper and sticks if they fall into the hands of useless people. Although ale is mellow, it is very difficult to make people who come into contact with it for the first time like it.
"My sister and I don't like these things. We can neither eat nor use them." My sister said as she returned all the things to each other.
"You two are right to think so, because these things are the most useless things, far worse than a piece of rotten meat." The old goblin noble laughed when he heard this, and seemed to be very satisfied with the two sisters' response.
Beasts cannot understand the fun of intelligent creatures, let alone why intelligent creatures are distressed. Perhaps in the hearts of the two sisters, apart from eating and sleeping, the old goblin nobles are the most important existence, at least they are far more familiar than these things in front of them.