Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

2"Life is actually the most important topic in everyone's life, war is just a bloody embellishment"    4

    

Du Kang had long forgotten where he saw this sentence from, but this did not prevent him from thinking that this sentence was very reasonable.    

    

Whether it was a large-scale war or a small-scale battle, it would always be an unexpected event. It couldn't be the whole thing of life. - - - -even if there were some crazy martial artists whose brains were filled with battles, and they would even run around and take the initiative to find people to fight, in the end, he still had to drink water and eat. He also had to sleep.    

    

As long as it was a person, they would not be able to take off the words "food, clothing, accommodation," and so on.    

    

Even if it wasn't a person, it was the same.    

    

"Come, come, come..."    

    

In Nyarlathotep's kingdom, the carapace covered Six Legged Beast was using its left claw to grab a huge stir-fried spoon, flipping and stir-frying it skillfully.    

    

"Don't worry, the pot will be ready soon."    

    

"Oh!"    

    

Beside the Six Legged Beast, the ugly giant with tentacles on his face smelled the aroma of the food and nodded repeatedly.    

    

"As expected! This smell is much better than the last time... But didn't you always say that you can cook carapace monster? Why do you have to specially look for humans to learn it?"    

    

" Nonsense... "    

    

Du Kang shook his head helplessly.    

    

"Is it the same as being familiar and doing well? I used to... sigh."    

    

Du Kang could not help but sigh when he thought of this.    

    

For someone like him who had been single for an unknown period of time, cooking was something that he only needed to be able to do as he pleased. Whether it was delicious or not didn't matter at all - - However, it was not a big deal for him to know about this. If he took out the bed sheet and asked about it, his teeth would hurt.    

    

With Nyarlathotep's bad habit of mentioning which pot to open and which pot to open, it was really a miracle that he had not beaten anyone to death on the street even until now.    

    

"Alright, alright. Have a taste."    

    

Du Kang took a spoonful of stir-fried vegetables and handed it over. He looked at Nyarlathotep from the corner of his eye.    

    

"How's the taste this time?"    

    

"En..."    

    

Nyarlathotep took the spoon and tasted it.    

    

"This time it is much better than the last time. What is the name of this dish later?"    

    

"It should be called Dry-Pot Rib Bone... but I don't know what it is now."    

    

Du Kang shook his head as he looked at the "minced meat" in the pot that could barely be seen.    

    

The problem was still with the ingredients. The pig he had picked to make ribs was considered bigger, but it was still too small compared to his and Nyarlathotep's size. After it was cut into pieces, it seemed even smaller.    

    

Du Kang's shrimp human form was still alright, but for Nyarlathotep and Cthulhu, this method of eating was a problem. When Nyarlathotep tasted the dish just now, it was as if he was eating beans. Du Kang had no idea what this method of eating would taste like.    

    

"When I have time, I should seriously go and find some ingredients..."    

    

Du Kang sighed and turned around to leave.    

    

"Huh? Where are you going?"    

    

Nyarlathotep, who was chewing by the side of the pot, waved the spoon in his hand.    

    

"It took so much effort to cook it. Aren't you going to get some for yourself?"    

    

"I'm not coming."    

    

Du Kang did not turn his head. He only moved his limbs.    

    

"I have something to do. I need to see someone."    

    

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When Na saw "Mr. Gondor" again, winter had already arrived.    

    

There would not be any battles in the cold winter. Whether it was the English or the French, they would not choose to attack at this time. After being busy for a year, they also needed to rest for a while to avoid the annual cold. At the same time, it would give the new year a good spirit.    

    

Only Na's military camp was still bustling with activity.    

    

"Hurry up! Set up all the fortifications before dark!"    

    

Next to the busy soldiers was Baron Laval. He should be called Marshal Giles now. He was holding half a bottle of strong liquor and roaring at the cold wind.    

    

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle! What should we do when the enemy attacks! "    

    

" Yes! Sir! "    

    

The soldiers shouted in unison.    

    

Just like what Marshal Giles had said, the construction of fortifications was still very important. Even if they couldn't use it right now, the enemy would still attack them in the spring. Therefore, the earlier they repaired the defensive line, the more at ease they would be.    

    

As for where the enemy would come from... this was something that these soldiers who had chosen to follow Anna had already come to an understanding.    

    

The British were enemies. The French were not friends either.    

    

The only thing he could rely on was... Only they themselves.    

    

And that flag that led them forward bravely.    

    

"You... Uh, milord."    

    

Seeing Rena walking towards them from afar, Marshal Giles hurriedly threw away the bottle and knelt down to greet her.    

    

"The defense line here is almost completed. It will be completed before dark tonight at the latest."    

    

"Sigh..."    

    

Letting Na, who was wearing a bearskin cloak, only sighed.    

    

"Giles, actually, we don't need to do this. The king won't..."    

    

"Master, please stop talking."    

    

Marshal Giles stood up and shook his head.    

    

"We cannot put our lives on the trust of the king. In fact, the king is the most dishonest creature in the world. Thus, these defenses are necessary preparations"    

    

"You... sigh."    

    

In the end, na was unable to retort.    

    

It was because what Marshal Giles said was right.    

    

Although the army at the front line was still under the jurisdiction of the King of France, almost everyone in France knew that this army had long left its jurisdiction. Military system, appearance, battle record, even the overall spirit and spirit, everything was out of place with France's army all this time... Even France itself was out of place.    

    

They are different from us.    

    

Whether it is the soldiers who followed Rena, or the soldiers who are still loyal to the French royal family, they all have this feeling when they look at each other.    

    

Unknowingly, these soldiers who followed Rena no longer treated themselves as French soldiers.    

    

What they were loyal to was not some rotten royal family, but Holy Maiden, who led them forward bravely. Their companions were not the good-for-nothings who indulged in pleasure at the back, but the brothers who lived and died with them at the front line.    

    

Other than that, the others were all unusual.    

    

So it was normal for them to subconsciously guard against a surprise attack from France. In fact, if Na had not been suppressing them all this time, these people might have already returned to Xinnon City.    

    

However, na would never allow them to do so.    

    

"If you want to repair it, then do it."    

    

Na shook her head helplessly.    

    

"Remember to give the soldiers some warm Qu Han after it's repaired. Don't freeze it out in a cold day..."    

    

Slap.    

    

Something quietly attacked and hit Rena's head.    

    

"Who... mm?"    

    

Shocked, na immediately pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist. But when she saw what was on the ground, she let go.    

    

It was because she was very familiar with that thing.    

    

It was the leather bag that she had thrown away.