The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 15

[Article 15]

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“The kid said, “What’s the matter?

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I’ve seen a person with this name before…” Kevin hesitated.

He didn’t fight as much with the giant orcs as the sand ghosts, but he knew a lot, for example, although they were a whole group , but usually do not like to live together, and prefer to stay separate. Only when they enter a state of high alert will they gather together to prepare for war.

Because the exchanges are not close, they are also very similar to the name, which is used to distinguish each other. Perfunctory. As far as Kevin knows, they all like to take single-syllable names, which can be called by opening their mouths, saving effort and perfunctory.

And the name “Mai” happens to be one of the few that Kevin has an impression of, and it is the one with the deepest impression .Because

this is the name of the last leader of the giant orcs.

About ten years ago, Kevin had seen the state of the human form in the battlefield against the sand ghost –

it was a tough guy with golden brown hair and broken stubble, Due to his racial ancestry, his straight body can be more than two meters tall, like a muscular giant, firmly standing in front of the giant orc army like a mountain. Then he took the brave and fierce warriors behind him and followed Kai. Wen’s Bronze Corps joined forces to wipe out the sand ghost army.

That scene was so impressive that Kevin Root couldn’t associate the name with the dozing lion in front of him.

He did hear about it later Some rumors say that Mai was plotted by the sand ghost in a battle, and he may not be able to go to the battlefield again. The giant orcs have always believed in the most primitive survival laws, so Mai changed from the leader to the former leader, and then disappeared…

The little lion scratched his head and said, “Also called this name?

No, among the clansmen I know, none of them have the same name as my father.

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That’s it.

Kevin looked at the lion with mixed emotions for a while.

The black-eared wolf on the side was drinking water with calming yào juice. The taste must not be very good. After taking two sips, he couldn’t help shaking his head. A howl.

The dozing male lion suddenly raised his head, his scarred eyes glued together unnaturally, the lame leg struggled a few times, and finally got up from the ground.

Just when it hunched over, trying to distinguish the message from its purring so that it could fight, the little lion jumped out of the carriage and ran over to comfort him: “Dad is me, Ben. There is no sand ghost and no one is injured. I just snored, can you rest for a while?” The

male lion withdrew his claws blankly, and after the little lion class leaned over, he slowly settled down, patted him twice with his claws, and fell down on the ground again. .

Osvid squinted at them, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, “Yes, I still remember my son.”

It was blind in two eyes, one leg was crippled, and its memory was blank. It was completely different from ten years ago. Only two things were remembered:

he was a warrior.

He also has a son.

Chapter 7

The yào potion carried by Osvid is obviously effective. Whether it is the sedative he drank for the black ear wolf, or the healing potion applied to Mai and Ban, they all responded quickly –

Ban All the way from one end of the ruined temple to the other, and back from the other, jumping and screaming: “It’s better not to paint yào, yǎng, yǎng, yǎng, help—”

Compared with him , his father seemed very calm.

People who have been mixed on the battlefield have not suffered any sins. The sourness of this kind of wound healing is more common to them.

So he shook his ears and silently listened to the movements of the silly son. Occasionally, when Ban passed by jumping on his feet, he stretched out his paws and patted them twice to appease him.

Kevin held up the jerky

, while watching the play and eating while pointing at Ban: “Hey, go to the left, left! Yes, that’s it, this piece hasn’t been swept yet.”

Osvid was not very hungry.

He folded his arms aside, looked at Kevin, and then at the crying little lion, his expression was indescribable.

The scene in front of him was all too familiar, because this bastard treated him the same way back then.

At that time, as a child, he reluctantly followed the bastard Kevin to learn swordsmanship and close combat.

Kevin’s requirements for detail are quirky and demanding.

If it’s too fast or too slow, or a little distance away, even if it’s negligible, he will be asked to start over again and again.

This method is enough to consume all the patience and positive sex of a child, not to mention that his patience is pitiful at that time.

So, he began to do everything he could to cheat.