Chapter 619 The ninth leg of an eight-legged horse?
The process of finding Nidhogg is not complicated. It is just a teleport away. Adam came here first, but the Hwagmir Spring is larger and better positioned relative to the target.
After seeing Nidhogg, Loki looked at the scaly-looking
"Boss, this dragon doesn't look like it has a lot of meat...how to eat it?"
Nidhogg paused in his gnawing at the roots, then slowly turned his head, staring at Loki with his taller-than-human eyes.
Little brother, what's the matter?
It has been chewing the roots of the world tree for so many years, and this is the first time it has been included in other people's recipes!
Loki quickly retreated behind Adam:
"Look, boss! He refuses to obey you! He dares to glare at you!"
"Is he glaring at me?"
Adam rolled his eyes. Loki was indeed the god of lies. He always told lies.
But this poisonous dragon does need to be dealt with...
Taking out a casserole from his pocket, Adam grabbed it directly towards Nidhogg with his other hand——
As he watched the hand rapidly enlarge in his sight, getting bigger and bigger, until it filled the entire field of vision and blocked the sky, Nidhogg's mood also experienced a change from anger, to shock, and finally to horror.
From the comparison with other reference objects, Nidhogg soon discovered the fact that he had become smaller, and immediately started to flap his wings desperately, which was only used when he changed his eating position.
As a poisonous dragon that eats the World Tree, Nidhogg has no idea of fighting to the death for his dignity, and only wants to escape for his life.
However, so far, no ingredient has been able to escape Adam's palm...and the pot.
After being thrown into the casserole, Nidhogg discovered that this dark sealed container was very powerful. No matter how hard it struggled or which direction it flew, it could not leave through the open passage above.
In desperation, Nidhogg looked at the water below and decided to dive and try to leave from another direction.
Seeing Nidhogg take the initiative to enter the water so wisely, Adam nodded, added a few more spices to the water, then closed the lid and looked at Surtur over his shoulder:
"Turn on the fire!"
Being the same culprit who destroyed the world, Surtur had no idea of sympathy at all. After hearing the instructions, he jumped on the ground and held up the casserole with both hands to increase the firepower.
"Boss, if you just cook it like this, it won't kill Nidhogg, right?"
Loki looked at the black casserole suspiciously.
"Nonsense, if you cook it to death, the World Tree will only be destroyed in another way. And you also said that the dragon may not have two pounds of meat in its entire body, so what can it do with its head?"
Adam said while washing rice with spring water:
"Of course, use it to make a pot of soup, and then use the soup to make porridge! Add some of the poisonous snakes we caught earlier, dragon soup and snake meat porridge, it sounds very nourishing!"
Feeling a little excited for a moment, some water droplets splashed out of Adam's rice basket and fell on the roots of the World Tree on the ground, making a sizzling sound.
The toxins in the Hewagmir Spring are the reason why Nidhogg and those poisonous snakes can eat the roots of the World Tree, and can even corrode the entity that condenses the rules of the world, but it only has the effect of killing normal flesh and blood.
Now Adam uses Hwagmir spring water, poisonous snakes and poisonous dragon Nidhogg to cook porridge. This pot of porridge can be said to be more poisonous than poisonous.
Loki felt that if he licked the bottom of the pot, Frigga could start preparing for his funeral - so it was better for the boss, who had no inhibitions, to enjoy the pot of porridge.
"You have no luck."
Adam shook his head, patiently waiting for his dragon soup and snake meat porridge, and occasionally ordered Surtur to switch between civil and military fire.
One month later…
"I didn't expect this dragon to be quite resistant to cooking. It took almost a month to cook under the flames of Surtur before it tasted good."
Adam blew away the oil on the bowl and looked at Loki:
"You really don't want a bowl?"
Loki's nose twitched and he shook his head firmly.
Although it smells good, he now has a clearer understanding of his own strength, and he is not so greedy that he would even risk his life for stuttering.
"A true warrior dares to face unknown fungi and eats a plump pufferfish alive."
Reciting Hufflepuff's famous motto, Adam took up the porridge and drank it in one gulp. The piping hot porridge burst out with an extremely overbearing and strong taste in the first second of his mouth.
As Adam expected, this highly poisonous poison that can corrode the World Tree is indeed particularly delicious, coupled with the sweetness and tenderness of fresh snake meat, and the essence of Nidhogg's flesh and blood that is slowly simmered into the soup...
To Adam's surprise, there was no fishy smell in this bowl of porridge. This seemed like the many spices he added were a bit redundant, which turned out to be the downfall of the bowl of porridge.
"I still made the mistake of empiricism. I won't add so many spices next time. The natural sweetness will be enough."
After purifying the spices from the porridge, Adam took another bite. Sure enough, this time there was no interference from the spices, and the original flavor of the ingredients was more prominent.
All the ingredients are freshly cooked, and it takes no more than a second from the moment they stop breathing to being cooked. The least bit is still alive and kicking...well...still alive. Just this bowl of porridge makes Adam feel like he has been waiting for a month. It's so worth it.
Loki looked on and drooled wildly. Adam felt sorry for him and stuffed him with a roasted horse leg.
Loki glanced at the pocket where Adam took out the roasted horse leg, and then looked at the familiar roasted horse leg in his hand, showing an expression of incomprehension.
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No, did he remember it wrong? Didn't Sleipnir have eight legs?
Before, outside the Misty Forest, they had already eaten eight roasted horse legs, so where did the roasted horse leg in his hand come from?
The ninth leg of the eight-legged horse?
Wait, they did eat all eight legs of Sleipnir, but Sleipnir's body... I didn't see it on the grill before.
Suddenly, a picture emerged in Loki's mind-
Sleipnir, whose eight legs were cut off, fell to the ground and wailed, but the wounds were well treated, and even under Adam's powerful magic, the eight legs that were removed for barbecue were slowly growing again...
"Hiss--"
Loki looked at the roasted horse leg in his hand, and the hair on his body stood up.
It seems that I did hear the boss say before that Sleipnir is a unique horse, and it tastes really good.
Because it tastes good and is unique, he is treated like this, and he keeps hanging on to get the ingredients. This is simply...
"What's wrong? Not to your taste?"
Adam's sudden words scared Loki so much that the horse leg in his hand almost flew out. When he turned around and looked into Adam's eyes, Loki felt as if he saw the boss grinning and sharpening the kitchen knife.
"No, no, no, it's okay. I, I'm not... I'm not hungry. I'll save it for another day."
Looking at the images flashing quickly in Loki's mind, Adam slowly typed a question mark.
What is this guy thinking about all day long? Forget it, let's go back to Earth as soon as possible and let Loki use this talent in the right way.
