High Above

The ensuing battle was really lackluster.

After cutting off the indescribable organs, even the leader sea otter can turn his body into a hardness almost like a metal rock, but this can't stop the continuous flow of blood, and it is obvious that it has completely lost its fighting ability.

Then again, who else could?

After Ian's condescending slash, he didn't want to fight. He dived into the bottom of the sea with a forward pounce, and returned to the coast smoothly amidst the panicked screams of the sea otters.

In fact, this is the most dangerous part, because Ian is just an apprentice sublimator who has not yet reached the first energy level. He faced two other monster-level sea otters head-on in the sea. .

But beasts are beasts after all. After seeing the leader howl and being severely injured at the moment of fighting, the first reaction of the two monster sea otters was to turn around and run away with their respective beasts!

If they encounter other monsters robbing the territory, or encounter giant predators such as ironclad sharks, the sea otter group may fight to the death with the attackers... But the speed at which Ian turned and dropped his knife and disappeared was too fast. They were so quick and direct that they didn't even realize where the attacker was now.

The unknown is the greatest horror, especially the injury suffered by the leader is the most terrifying of horrors. In order to avoid the same ending, they are a little smart but not particularly smart, so they naturally run first.

Of course, Ian actually knew another reason.

The Mirage Labyrinth Reef Group is a huge coastal ecosystem inhabited by various monster communities. Even the natives are reluctant to approach it on weekdays, calling it the 'Sea of ​​No Return'.

Wounded and bleeding here, screaming miserably, the result is not that simple.

Shaking his head and shaking out the sea water, Ian could already hear the faint hissing of other monsters, as well as the abnormal turmoil in the sea not far away.

In the vision of foresight, it was only for an instant. Originally, there was only a layer of light blood lingering on his body, and he might not die. The most disabled leader, sea otter, was immediately surrounded by black air that was sure to die.

The sea otter colony that lost their leader had to retreat—their enemies were not only Ian, but also a large number of other reef monsters.

But how could Ian give up his potion ingredients?

Therefore, while the opponent was still struggling, causing the scarlet blood to spread in the sea, the boy who had retrieved his short gun from the shore began to aim at his target and started throwing one after another.

Normally, this kind of roughness, just a sharpened wooden gun, no matter how powerful the impact is, would at most pierce the leader's sea otter's skin, and I'm afraid blood won't come out... But now, with the leader's sea otter's continuous blood loss, The body became weak, and the solid 'body of pure rock' could not be maintained for a long time, and the weakness of the wound on its back became more and more obvious.

Just when Ian threw the thirteenth wooden gun, Fury struggled to fight back, but was stabbed in the vitals and the leader Sea Otter declared his death.

After a week of observation, preparation and waiting, it was finally time to harvest.

"This is the crystal bone?"

Ian's action was quick, he immediately entered the sea, dragged the leader sea otter's body back to the shore, and then separated and cut it.

The chief sea otter weighs more than 200 kilograms. The reason why it can float on the sea is because it stores a large amount of hydrogen separated from the activities of metal-based cells in its body—the reef-eating sea otter can decompose water into oxygen and hydrogen through cell electrolysis, so In order to regularly dive for food, gnaw on coral reefs, and keep themselves afloat.

After the sea otter died, the hydrogen in the airbag would not leak for a short time, and Ian began to deal with it.

Warcraft, especially the low-level monsters of the first and second energy levels, cannot all be sublimated materials. Generally speaking, the monsters of the first energy level only have at most one or two parts of potion materials, and a part of flesh and blood that contains a lot of source quality.

A giant sea otter more than two meters high, leaving out the inedible parts and the internal organs that contain a lot of heavy metal toxins, can leave about thirty to forty pounds of meat and key sublimation materials.

Ian had done his homework a long time ago. He skillfully cut the fur of the prey from the back along the wound of the spear. With his stable and dexterous hand, he controlled the knife to fly and cut, and quickly found his target at the spine.

It was a spine that shone with light silver light and showed the characteristics of a metal lattice.

It only has a short section, but it has a tendency to spread. Perhaps in the future, when the entire spine and even the whole body bones become such crystal bones, it can become a second-level reef-eating sea otter.

This lattice spine can gradually transform the reef-eating sea otter into a metal-based life. It can obtain hydrogen and oxygen by decomposing water, and absorb metal to strengthen itself.

In terms of attributes, it is a monster of the second series of water and soil. When used in potions, it can give people a body similar to a clean rock and the ability to manipulate and split water.

But now, Ian easily separated and took out this magical metal spine, then picked a rib bone at random, threw the remaining corpse to the shore, and quickly retreated in the direction of Harrison Port.

——The voices of other monsters in the reef are already very close, and I have already taken the best part, and I will leave the rest to those who come to pick up the leaks.

Otherwise, when a group of monsters catch up, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Little Ian, how is your harvest today?"

When we returned to Port Harrison, the residents and city guards we met along the way smiled and greeted this small but kind psyker: "If you find another big snail, can you sell me a piece?"

Because of the shape and stretching characteristics of conch meat, coastal fishermen have always believed that it has an invigorating effect, and it is very popular in the market, and it has always been priced but not sold.

"The harvest is good, next time will definitely!"

Ian's identity as a psyker is now not only unknown, but it can also be said to be well known, especially the hero of the aboriginal siege war. The young city guard Scott has repeatedly reiterated that if it wasn't for Ian The alchemy artillery is repaired, everything is a lie.

Now, almost everyone in Harrison Port knows that Ian of the White People is an extremely intelligent genius who has mastered rough inscription skills and psychic abilities at the age of nine.

And this genius is also very approachable, no matter who can say a few words, it makes people feel comfortable.

In fact, Ian didn't do anything, he just responded one by one when others greeted him, listened carefully when others spoke, and showed a very interested look.

What's more, he was really interested in it.

At this moment, Ian brought home his usual small bucket of seafood. In theory, the city guards would check no matter what it was, but who would really be so free? With Ian's obedient greeting, the guards guarding the gate easily let them go.

And just like that, he brought home the crystal bones and sea otter steak covered in the bottom of the bucket.

Opening the door, Ian planned to process the ingredients of the potion, and then clean up the sea otter meat, and cook some delicious food for celebration in the evening.

"Well, what's the matter?"

But when he heard noises coming from his brother Elan's room, he put down the bucket in his hand and opened the door to check the situation.

There was nothing special about it, it was just that Elan woke up after noticing someone entered the door.

"Brother, brother..."

After seeing Ian, the young boy with white hair and purple eyes was still a little dazed, but he showed obvious joy.

He waved his little hand, gestured at the smiling Ian, and yelled.

"Looks like I'm hungry."

Ian stretched out his hand and pinched Elan's small face. Hearing the other party's giggles, his already pretty good mood became even happier: "It's so smooth, don't you just remember to eat?"

"Eat!" Elan's voice was firm this time.

Ian laughed and went back to prepare the ingredients.

It has to be said that the Concentration Grass given by Viscount Grant was very effective. After two courses of treatment, Elan, who was originally dazed, seemed much more agile in terms of thinking and expression compared to the beginning.

Although the two-year-old Elan can only speak a few simple words because of no one to teach him before and sleep fans, and it is difficult to speak a whole long sentence, but there is no way, at least the current situation is more stupid good.

Let's wait for the future to talk about the future, take care of it slowly, and it will always return to normal.

Today Ian plans to make oyster ribs stew - he originally wanted to make a hot pot, but unfortunately because he couldn't find a hot sauce similar to chili, he couldn't force himself.

You can’t have all the hot pot bottoms, mandarin duck hot pot is the limit, even seafood and mushroom hot pot is not enough!

Oysters, oysters, this thing is really cheap for the people of Harrison Port who have not yet fully developed.

He can pick a lot of them by himself by going around the coastal reefs, and they are all high-quality products. On the contrary, the sea otter ribs need to be dealt with.

The rib meat of the reef-eating sea otter is firm and tender, with a lot of source material, which is quite different from the limb muscles that have begun to metallize, and belongs to the category that ordinary humans can also eat.

It looks light blue from the perspective of the foreseeing vision, and even if it is just an ordinary salt-and-grilled charcoal, it tastes absolutely delicious, and Ian plans to marinate it with Bison rock salt, shrimp paste and fish sauce, which are a specialty of Port Harrison. Time, and finally put the rhizome juice of Xingshencao to remove the fishy smell and increase the aroma, and heat the water while marinating it.

Obviously, there is no casserole in Harrison Port, but there is a similar alchemy crucible, which is used by Ian for separation experiments. The heat conduction is even and it is large enough. After purifying the refined salt, turn it on and off, put the processed oysters in and soak for one minute, then remove them.

After handling the pot, fry the marinated pork ribs with its own fat, put them in a crucible to heat them after they are five mature, and pour a spoonful of lard on them.

Ian has long put a layer of Nanling's unique yellow berry chips on the bottom of the pot, a kind of sour and spicy fruit similar to plums. It is very refreshing when eaten alone, and the mouth will be particularly astringent, but if it is stewed with oil Boiled, but the taste is surprisingly good, it has a taste almost like garlic and onion.

Oil, berries, and the flavors of sea otter ribs fused in the crucible, and a peculiar smell lingered in the house. At this time, Ian put the oysters that had been processed before on top of the tumbling gravy and ribs, and covered the pot. Then wait.

Gululu... Gravy, fat and sauce are rolling in the pot.

Every ten minutes, Ian will add some salt water into it, and every time he lifts the lid of the pot, there will be a strong aroma, the meat of the ribs has been fully flavored, and the oysters are also stained with the color of the sauce, a familiar yet strange, The tempting and appetizing incense has taken shape.

When Hilliard had just come to the corner of the street and was still some distance from home, he smelled the fragrance.

"... He really didn't lie to me back then."

The old knight's expression was subtle: "Are psykers really so magical? Or is it that someone is born to cook? This taste...you can really be a chef."

"never mind."

After stopping to think for a while, Hilliard shook his head: "Anyway, it's a good thing. Cooking skills don't need to be as clear as I think."

With a cheerful heart, he opened the door.

"I'm back."