A Beekeeper in a Magical World Chapter 34: Crazy battle remembers your choice

"Crazy Battle will remember your choice."

This is the first sentence the red-skinned elf said, which roughly means this when translated.

In fact, when the seven pseudo-flower spirits heard that he wanted to translate, they immediately joined in the fun with all kinds of tongues. They said something to each other, but the content was not exactly the same, such as:

"The fighting elves repay their kindness."

"On behalf of the Kuezhan clan, I extend my friendship to you."

"You made the right choice."

……

In short, it is similar to the meaning of "someone remembers your choice" in the game.

Hua Mi took a comprehensive look and concluded what he thought was the most appropriate translation.

"You don't need to give me anything in return, just don't cause trouble for me." Hua Mi thought to herself.

He didn't say anything, he just nodded towards her and turned his gaze to the lake.

But in my heart, I was thinking that she should leave quickly.

I, Hua Mi, just want to live a peaceful life.

Grow crops and keep bees.

Occasionally, I go out on adventures to find honey-source plants, hoping to brew more magical honey.

Everything is slowly getting on track, just as he planned.

He doesn't want this healthy and regular life to be disrupted.

Red Skin said something again, this time it was short.

Purple hair rushed to say: "She said her name was Lei Luo."

Huang Fa continued: "Translated into human language, it means 'Warhammer'."

"You can call me Bee Whisperer." Hua Mi still introduced herself like this.

"Bee Whisperer...what does that mean?"

The red-skinned elf sat up and put his arms on his knees.

There was a shocking wound on that arm, which was almost bone-deep, but she didn't seem to care at all, letting the wound stretch to both sides.

"Bees, is the name of these little guys. I am a beekeeper."

"They feed on nectar?"

"Not exactly, they can convert nectar into something more valuable - honey."

Hua Mi said, taking out a bottle of Moon Sleeping Flower honey from the box and throwing it towards her.

Catching the war hammer, he held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. There was a bit of curiosity in the intimidating yellow vertical pupils.

“It has a wide range of uses. It can be used to soak in water, or it can be applied to food to season it, to cover the surface of food, and even to prevent deterioration.”

This is no exaggeration.

Pure natural honey can indeed prevent food from spoiling.

Because honey is rich in antioxidants, acidic substances, and other trace antibacterial substances, as well as its high sugar content, these can effectively inhibit the survival and reproduction of microorganisms.

Theoretically, pure natural honey will never go bad.

As long as it is properly preserved, it can still be eaten even if it lasts hundreds or thousands of years.

I remember reading a report that archaeologists discovered a jar of honey in an Egyptian pyramid at the beginning of the last century. It has been more than three thousand years, and it has been identified that it has not deteriorated and is edible.

"Honey can not only be eaten, but can also be applied externally. If you are injured and there is no wound medicine around, you can apply honey on the wound as an emergency, which can effectively kill bacteria and prevent infection."

Hua Mi made it clear that she should treat the wound quickly.

It hurt just to look at it, but she didn't react at all.

After hearing what Hua Mi said, the red-skinned elf not only did not treat the wound, but instead stretched out a finger, poked it in and stirred it.

The corner of Hua Mi's mouth twitched, and goosebumps appeared all over her body.

There is a perversion.

"The fighting elves have no sense of pain. On the battlefield, no matter how seriously injured they are, they will keep fighting forward until they die as long as they still have the strength."

Her voice was low and calm: "If more than ten mad warriors gather together, they will trigger war fever. If they are injured, they will become irritable and irritable. Their strong bodies... these are all designed for war. Characteristics. We are born war machines."

"..."

Hua Mi was a little confused about her emotions when she said this.

Is it self-deprecation or pride?

But Hua Mi can easily distinguish the subsequent emotional expressions.

That's obvious anger:

"After the war, our creators saw us as a threat and turned to implement a genocidal plan against the mad war. To this day, a thousand years later, we are still expelled and expelled by those white-skinned elves. Oppression."

Warhammer took his finger out of the wound and looked at the blood stained on it, his expression became fanatical: "But the situation will not always be like this. When we capture the Emerald Palace - sooner or later, they will Bear the heat of anger that has accumulated for thousands of years!”

"..."

Hua Mi did not answer the call.

It's useless for you to tell me this, I'm not interested.

After all, I am just a honey seller.

"It can be applied externally to wounds at any time, but if you want to take it internally, I have to remind you that it will make you fall into a coma. The worse your physical condition, the stronger the sleep-aiding effect. In your current state, you can probably take just one bite. I can sleep to death on the spot.”

The implication of Hua Mi is that she should find a safe place to take it before taking it, and don’t faint here.

Warhammer looked at him seriously: "Bee Whisperer, you are my friend now."

Hua Mi replied calmly: "Easy to say."

"So friends, where shall we stay tonight?"

"..."

Hua Mi glanced at her silently.

His silence was deafening.

Warhammer spread his hands: "I need a safe place to recuperate. That white-skinned man is like a bloodhound, chasing him very closely, and there is not much time to rest along the way."

Hua Mi was speechless.

You also said she looks like a bloodhound.

How can you lure a dog to a friend's house?

"Don't worry, if she tracks me, I will leave immediately."

That’s what I said...

Hua Mi pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly an idea came to him and he said: "I have a place where I can avoid being tracked, but you may need to aggrieve yourself."

Warhammer laughed hoarsely a few times: "Aggrieved? No matter how bad the environment is, we, the Mad Fighters, will never frown. Tell me where it is, a swamp, or a haunted ruin? Or maybe it is? The underground dark area? Even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I will jump down without hesitation."

"Calm down first. If you look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, it won't be like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire." Hua Mi took out the magic box from under his black robe, walked to an open space and unfolded it, "This prop can accommodate living creatures. After closing, It’s just an independent space, I think it should be able to avoid tracking.”

"A space prop that can accommodate living objects?" Warhammer squatted on the edge of the well and looked down, "This is really rare. General portable space props can only accommodate dead objects, while space extension magic needs to be on the foundation. The magic circle is set up and cannot be moved... Where did you get this thing?"

"Ahem, it was given by a friend. Used to transport bees."

"It's a pity that the space is limited. If it were larger and allowed the soldiers to hide in it, they could break through the Emerald Palace from the inside..." Warhammer touched his chin and said to himself.

This is a Trojan horse tactic.

To be honest, they are indeed a race born for war. Everything can be associated with war, so persistent.

"Is there any way to expand the space? For example, it must be able to accommodate at least 1,000 fully armed Berserker soldiers."

"No."

Stop worrying about your ruined war.

In fact, Hua Mi doesn’t want to know about the magic of space extension.

That was what he needed to build a greenhouse.

In the end, Warhammer decided to enter the magic box to recuperate.

Although she didn't believe in the magical effects of honey, she still gave Hua Mi a face, applied honey on the wound, and took another bite.

She swallowed the honey in her mouth and raised her head: "Sweets are things that only white people like to eat. We, the crazy warriors, prefer to eat hot and spicy food."

Oh, I even picked it up.

Hua Mi urged: "Go in quickly."

"Yeah."

Warhammer nodded and jumped down without saying a word.

"There is a ladder."