The meat of the wyvern is quite firm and chewy, but not tough and difficult to chew. It is truly a first-class meat after one bite. Combined with the seasonings and spirits that Dwarf Iron is proud of, it is grilled to just the right temperature, making everyone's mouths full of oil. After eating, they can only feel the strong fragrance lingering in the corners of their mouths. It is really an endless aftertaste.
Such a barbecue might be sold for dozens of gold coins in a prosperous big city. Not only does it taste great, it also has a certain nourishing effect on the body. If you can eat this kind of food regularly, your body can become extremely strong without any special exercise.
The children of the great nobles were almost all raised in this way.
"It's delicious! It's so delicious!" After taking a bite of the barbecue, Gerald couldn't help but praise loudly.
"The craftsmanship of forging iron is indeed getting better and better!" Old Soth nodded and praised, "When you grow old in the future, this cooking skill will be the best heirloom!"
Wrought Iron is nearly fifty years old, which is considered young and promising for a dwarf. He probably still has hundreds of years to live. Hearing Soth's praise, the dwarf, who had been adventuring with Soth thirty years ago, couldn't help but laugh: "I remember when we first met, I hunted a wolf and barbecued, and you sneaked over, and I still I thought you were going to steal something, but you said, 'I'll trade strong liquor for your barbecue'..."
"Yes, it has been almost thirty years in the blink of an eye. At that time, I had just debuted, and I always wanted to do a big career, make a lot of money, and become famous." Old Soss stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Now My son has grown up, and he complained to me not long ago that little Parker refused to learn business at home, and instead wanted to imitate his grandfather and enter the world... "
"Thirty years have passed and we are all old."
"The word 'du' is used incorrectly. The only ones who are old are Soth and I. You are still young, Wrought Iron." The half-elf, who also had a beard, smiled and shook his head. "Those's energy is not as good as before. In recent years, I no longer have the energy to walk with the caravan. When the young people take over, I will need your uncle to help them more."
Wrought Iron suddenly frowned: "I don't know how to do business! It's okay for you to ask me to take them to take risks, but to take them to do business? Isn't that just waiting to lose money!"
"Don't worry, we don't just retreat, we have to take them with us for a while." Soth's wrinkled face smiled kindly, "And... I also want to visit us again before I die. I went to the ancient elf temple and had a good chat with the immortal elder."
"I agree with this! The wine in the temple is delicious, and the elder frog is also very kind." Wrought Iron suddenly became energetic, "Let's go drink together then!"
While he was talking, Sui Xiong suddenly felt a strong malicious force coming from the distance. He hurriedly reminded Gerald. Gerald stood up and took a look, but there was a group of orcs galloping over on wargs.
"Orc Wolf Riding Group! Everyone, defend!"
The Orc Wolf Riding Group is a notorious bandit gang in the four northwest towns. This group of bandits came from the wilderness of the North, with a large number of people and a vicious style. Wherever he went, no chickens or dogs were left behind, and they were extremely ferocious. The task of exterminating them has been hanging on the bounty boards in the four towns, but no one has been able to complete it. More than once, adventurers tried to trouble them, but they never returned.
For various reasons, the four northwest towns did not form an army. This may be to prevent war, but it also makes them unable to suppress larger bandit groups such as the Orc Wolf Riders that come and go like the wind.
Over time, the Orc Wolf Riding Group became stronger and stronger, and even developed to the point where they dared to attack business groups living in the open space on the edge of the town, and they succeeded every time.
This time, they obviously came to attack the business group again.
Seeing dozens of green-skinned orcs roaring towards them on gray wargs, the merchants all panicked. The smart and decisive ones dropped their goods and ran towards the village without saying a word, looking for a safe place to hide, hoping that the bandits would leave after enough and they could save their lives; the brave ones took out their weapons and drove the carriage They poured it over as a fence, determined to fight to the death, and even if they died, they would die with dignity; as for the smartest ones, they ran straight towards the "lucky gold coins", hoping to cooperate with them and seize the possible glimmer of life.
The leaders of Lucky Gold Coin are all veteran adventurers. As soon as they discovered that the bandits were coming, they were immediately ready to fight. With astonishing agility, Old Soth rushed to the distance in three or two steps and began to lay a trap. His speed is extremely fast, and he can complete a trap in about three or two breaths, which fully demonstrates the superb skills of a senior thief. The bodyguards unhurriedly put on all their equipment, and relied on the carriage to get into a battle formation. The dwarf, who was busy roasting meat just now, got into the carriage. When he came out a moment later, he had put on full-body armor as thick as a turtle shell, transforming into a powerful heavily armored warrior. The half-elf planted a bunch of arrows on the ground next to him so that he could shoot quickly. Even the guys took out their leather armor and weapons from the carriage and got ready for battle.
"Brother White... Where are your weapons?" This was probably the first time he encountered such a scene, and Palin looked a little trembling. He held his crystal-encrusted wand and nervously prepared to cast the spell, but he couldn't calm down. Perhaps to increase his confidence, he approached the big man Gerald and asked in a low voice.
Ever since he was reborn as a giant, Gerald had never used a weapon. He buried the battle ax he used to use in the past in the ruins of Baiye Village, and buried it with those memories. At this moment, he was bare-handed, and there was no one who could take advantage of it.
Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, he frowned, looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he came to a large tree about one foot in diameter.
"You... what are you doing...?" There was a businessman beside the tree, shivering in his leather armor. When he saw him suddenly coming over, he was startled and asked stammeringly.
Gerald ignored him and looked up and down the tree.
The trunk is straight, the wood is dense, and the branches and leaves are lush, which is very suitable.
So he bent down, slightly moved his left hand, and hugged the tree trunk with his right hand. While the nearby businessmen were stunned, he gave a soft drink and pulled it up. The splashed mud fell like raindrops, and some even fell into the mouth of the guy next to him who was stupidly standing there with his mouth wide.
After weighing the big tree and looking at the messy tree roots, Gerald shook his head, a little dissatisfied.
This root is a bit in the way, and it is easy to accidentally injure your companions during combat.
So I leaned the root of the tree against the ground, stepped on it a few times, picked it up and stroked it with my thick palms, cleaning up all the roots that were in the way. Finally, it was somewhat decent, and then I waved it twice again. Next, he sighed.
"It's a bit light, and the center of gravity isn't very good, so it's okay."
However, everyone was dumbfounded by this scene. These traveling businessmen had never seen Hercules before, but who had ever seen such an exaggerated strength? Although there is indeed a rumor in folklore that "a giant uses a big tree as a club", when this scene actually appeared in front of them, even though they knew that the giant was their comrade, the instinct of the weak made them feel suffocated and weak in their legs. .
However, seeing their comrades so strong also greatly enhanced their confidence in victory. For a time, the panicked businessmen calmed down, and even those who wanted to hide ran out, took out their weapons and wanted to fight side by side.
The Orcs and Wolf Riders are indeed powerful and dangerous, but can they be more powerful and dangerous than a giant who uproots trees and uses them as clubs
Obviously impossible!
In this case, there is nothing to be afraid of!
Gerald carried his "big stick" Shi Shiran back to the team of lucky gold coins and stood directly at the front of the team, facing the roaring bandits with swagger.
In his past adventure career, he had fought against bandits more than once. But he has never been so confident and fearless as he is today.
He even had the leisure to turn his head, waved the tree, which was taller than four or five people stacked up, and said with a smile to the uneasy Palin: "Here, look, this is my weapon."
"What a reliable weapon!" Dwarf Forge praised, "Sure enough, being tall is convenient!"
"Actually, I would rather use something more normal, such as a hammer or an axe." Gerald said, "However, I can't find one that suits my body shape!"
"The next town we are going to is the gold mining town, which is rich in ores. Then I will help you build a weapon." The dwarf said, "Although my weapon-making skills are only average, but building a big ax should be It’s not a problem for me.”
"Then it's settled!" Gerald smiled, "The reward... uh, the reward is here."
While he was talking, the orcs riding wargs were approaching. They obviously also noticed Gerald, and they all reined in the reins for a while, hesitating and not daring to move forward.
It should be noted that facing a giant that is as tall as the town wall and holding a whole big tree as a weapon in one hand, not many people will have the courage to rush forward and die, taking the obvious risk of being smashed into meat. .
Even bandits.
The leader of the bandits, "Bloodhand" Ruel, an orc who wore leather armor with flashing magical aura and a scimitar in his hand that also shone with magical aura, was caught in a contradiction.
He knew very well how terrifying this giant's power would be. If it were normal, he would definitely take his subordinates to take a detour and never provoke this opponent - not to mention the possible risks, just to kill this giant. The price paid is irreparable.
To kill such an opponent, I'm afraid I have to be mentally prepared to kill half of the thieves group.
Without the band of thieves, what would he be in this wild land
However, the news he received from a reliable source strengthened his confidence.
His eyes fell on Gerald's right wrist, staring at the bone bracelet that glowed slightly with magic.
As long as I get this treasure, so what if I kill the entire band of thieves!
A legendary treasure is enough to allow him to roam four towns. Even if he returns to those prosperous areas, he can settle down and enjoy a life of luxury and luxury.
In this case, then the historical mission of this "Orc Wolf Riding Group" can be over!
Thinking of this, he finally made up his mind, waved his scimitar, and issued the order to attack.