Chapter 1303 A chance encounter after getting lost

"Ha~~~Hahu~~~ Those bastards are really tough enough."

I finally took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the fox clan, but I didn't expect that the fox warriors would not be relenting, and seeing that they couldn't catch up with my speed, they took the teleportation array to Harogas City to wait for the rabbit.

I thought I had gotten rid of them, so I was negligent, but they squatted at the gate of the city, and it took a good run to get rid of them.

At this time, the role of the cloak is revealed, with a hat, no one can find out that we are the elders of the alliance, and no one knows that the sad cloaked man who was chased up and down by hundreds of fox warriors biting his tail is Bendruid.

I think that in the original world, the person who invented the cloak would definitely win ten Nobel Prizes in a row.

The little fox should have come to her senses, she should have noticed the chaos outside, and I can even imagine her gritting her teeth and scolding the fool for deserving it.

Forget it, let's think about how to solve the problem at hand.

Lost.

There is no doubt that he was chased around by the fox warriors, and he didn't care about the direction, and when he got rid of the chasing soldiers and came back to his senses, the surrounding streets and buildings had become extremely unfamiliar.

Well, even if there were no pursuers, I would have been blinded when I entered the city of Harlogas, and I couldn't tell the direction, but I could still identify myself to the doorman and let him take me to Marat, wouldn't I? So it's not me who is wrong, it's the fox warriors who are like the core backbone of the Death Legion on Valentine's Day.

Well...... Which direction should I go? Standing at the fork in the road, I was lost.

It would be nice if there were passers-by, but unfortunately the snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the piles are not knee-long, and the pedestrians have become fewer than when I walked in the snow with the little fox at the beginning, and I stood at the intersection for a moment and could not wait for a figure to pass by.

Well, try the divination technique that Akara taught me, and according to her, [total] is more spiritual than my seventh sense.

Why did the old fox use such a sentence? Isn't it right to say that "it's more powerful than my seventh sense"? It seems like my seventh sense is very unreliable.

I casually threw a sword into the sky above my head, and wherever the sword fell, it went which, this is what Akara called more powerful than my seventh sense, I always feel very unreliable, is it really okay?

With a snort, the sword fell and plunged straight into the snow.

Me: "......"

Also, the snow is so thick, the probability of this happening is the greatest.

In other words, Akara's old fox is really fooling people.

I smacked my lips in disdain, and then awakened my sleeping seventh sense, whichever ...... Ahem, no, it was under the guidance of the seventh sense that I chose the right path.

I almost leaked my mouth, exposing something that must not be exposed.

As I walked, the wind and snow became heavier, and there was a white expanse in front of me, even if it was a druid's titanium bear eye, it was blurry from ten meters away.

Although it was thanks to the vast wind and snow that he was able to get rid of the entanglement of the fox warriors before, but now it has also become an obstacle for himself.

I wondered if I should find a bar to sit down and have a sip of hot wine, and then go to Marat's place to live when the wind and snow stopped for a while, as long as the wind and snow could stop, Marat's place of residence would be very easy to find, and her house provided many wards for the sake of taking care of the wounded, so the enthusiastic barbarians helped her to make it as high as five stories in one go.

The first floor is as high as the three floors of an ordinary house, and the height of the five floors can be imagined, plus her residence is located on higher ground, almost in the entire city of Harlogas, as soon as you look up, you can see three buildings that stand out from the crowd, one is the tower of the Mage Guild, this is not explained.

The other is the Clock Tower, which, as soon as the bell rings, gathers at least a few thousand tall barbarian warriors in armor and steel helmets to defend against the monsters and monsters that dare to attack the city of Harogas, like a great wall of steel.

The third building is Marat's residence, and even the residence of the barbarian patriarch is not as high as hers, so it is conceivable that Marat's status in Harogas is respected, and these unruly barbarians can obey the alliance and become a solid corner of the alliance, loyal comrades-in-arms, in which Marat has made great contributions.

As for the Amazons, they can also fully integrate into the alliance, and become a part of it like the barbarians, rather than just forming an alliance like other races, such as the fox people and the werewolf race, and the various reasons for this will start with the relationship between the Rogue and the Amazons, I heard Kane say it at the beginning, but this knowledge is not very important to me who has a tight brain capacity, so I forgot about it, and I will ask it next time.

Now it's better to find a bar first, it's important to warm up, and if you're lucky, you might be able to meet the old horses inside.

Cowering my neck and hugging my body, I began to walk around, looking for the obvious signs and vibes of the bar.

Probably this is not the main area of the adventurer's activities, after looking for a while, all I saw were deserted streets, and there was not a single bar, and just as I was secretly screaming bad luck, some small sound came into my ears.

The voice sounded obviously far away, but surprisingly, in the roaring wind and snow, it was unusually crisp, heavy, and conspicuous.

The voice is......

After all, I was an adventurer with nine years of experience, and I recognized it as soon as I heard it, and this continuous crisp sound should be the sound coming from the blacksmith shop.

Moreover, a skilled blacksmith, when forging, the frequency of the hammer in his hand and the sound he makes have their own unique characteristics, just like a person's appearance fingerprints, such as the old man of Muradin, the sound of the forging sound, to me and the old man Farah, I feel extremely obscene, and there is a stingy smell in my bones.

Therefore, adventurers who often deal with blacksmiths can often tell who the other party is from the voice.

Only for those skilled blacksmiths, of course.

The voice in the distance already had such advanced skills, but it sounded a little unfamiliar, and I also tried to think for a while, thinking of the few excellent blacksmiths in Harlogas, and then I remembered who they were.

Well, Hasuuk, the leading blacksmith in the city of Harlogas, of course, this is not a reason for me to remember him, it makes me think of it at once, because he is Chassi's father.

I remember the first time I met Chasi, and I was also sent by her, although it was not exquisite and profound, but it was full of strength and hard work, and it attracted the past, it was really fate.

Speaking of Chasi, she had already left Camp Rog a few years ago and embarked on her own blacksmith journey, because the rookie adventurers there had provided her with the primary weapons, and if it weren't for the fact that I could always bring back a lot of slightly more advanced equipment and weapons from outside, maybe she would have left a year or two earlier.

I don't know where she has been in the past few years, or if she is doing well, after all, it is a friend I met when I first arrived at the camp.

Anyway, let's follow the voice to find Rasuk for now, at least ask for directions or something.

Soon, in the white snow, an unusual red dot appeared, it must be the forge in the blacksmith's shop, and I shook my spirit and strode forward.

The outline of the blacksmith shop became clearer and clearer, and I could vaguely see a figure standing there, and I was about to say hello when I heard the barbarian's loud voice, which muffled my words.

"Didn't I say that? A little harder here, not so fast, what does the blacksmith need most? Patience and patience are not just a random knock, the accuracy is not enough, a hundred times there is a knock crooked, God, all your years of travel, have you spent all these years looking at the scenery on the side of the road?. ”

There was no doubt that it was Uncle Hassouk's voice, and he could only be heard reprimanding the other figure beside him mercilessly, and then struck it with his hammer a few times, as if he was demonstrating to the other party.

This uncle, although he is a tracheitis, is stern, and he is really quite majestic.

I took a few steps, and the rustle of the thick snow under my feet also attracted the attention of Hasuk, and the other figure, which was most obscured by his tall and mighty body, and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Yo, Uncle Hasuk, it's been a long time, so I didn't bother you." I beckoned to the wide-eyed Hassouk and removed the cloak and hat from my head.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be your kid, hahahaha, what a coincidence, what a coincidence, fate, come on, come in and sit down."

After staring at me up and down for a few moments, Uncle Hassouk burst into a deafening laugh.

Fate?

I am fully puzzled to hear such delicate words from the mouths of savages who have no understanding of beauty in the slightest, and it is like a sloppy rough man who suddenly performs an elven etiquette to you gracefully.

Could it be that Uncle Hassouk was forging one day, when he suddenly heard a thunderclap in the sky, and then suddenly had an epiphany, and since then he has embarked on the road of no return for a literary blacksmith?

But soon, I understood why I could hear the awkward words "fate" from Uncle Hassouk's mouth, which did not conform to the image of a barbarian.

Hidden by his tall body, another [relatively speaking] extremely petite and delicate figure came out from behind him, looking at me with a look of surprise and joy.

"Elder Fan, is it really you?"

Like ripe wheat, there is no impurity of golden hair, below is a pair of beautiful brown pupils full of perseverance and hard work, upright and delicate face, although not as round and lovely as a human girl, but there is an extra sense of softness and heroism, with the long wheat-colored ponytail hair, and always so firm and confident beautiful eyes, giving others a different from Tia, another sunny and positive beauty.

There is no other barbarian's thick and raised bones, and lumps of raised water chestnut muscles, whether it is limbs or waist, they are very well-proportioned and slender, even perfect, probably because of long-term dealing with the forge, the fair skin is slightly inclined to wheat, a little lighter than Tia's complexion, if the size can be reduced a little, standing with Tia, maybe it will look like two sisters, one is innocent and energetic, the other is strong and hardworking.

If it weren't for the fact that she still had the characteristics of a barbarian in terms of height, no one would be surprised to say that she was an Amazon, or a human, that this barbarian girl was one of the few, and perhaps the only beautiful girl among the barbarians, who conformed to the aesthetics of most other races.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the pair of elastic breasts on the chest, even if she is reduced to the size of a human girl according to the scale, it is quite huge, and it is only slightly inferior to Linya in the state of [True Chest Bandage Liberation].

Who else could this be Chassi?

"Is it really you, Chassi?"

The unexpected encounter also filled my heart with joy, I haven't seen each other for several years, and the girl in front of me still hasn't changed.

"Yes, Elder Fan, it's me, Chasi, it's been a long time, are you okay?"

Chasi couldn't help but step forward and hold my hand tightly, and my appearance was clearly reflected in his clear brown eyes.

I looked up slightly and looked at Chasi with a smile.

Compared to when I first arrived at the camp nine years ago, I have grown a lot taller after years of combat training, although there is still a certain distance from the tall man who is more than two meters above Chasi, but at least it will not be like when I first met her, I have to look up.

Nine years ago, I was just a little druid who didn't even have the power to master, but now I'm a domain powerhouse, even if I see Qualkate's nearly five-meter-tall giant, who is also a freak among barbarians, I won't have a feeling of looking up in my heart.

Monsters that are even bigger and more powerful have fallen at their feet.

I felt that Chassi's hands holding him were very slender and slender, but because of the long-term forging relationship, there was some roughness, which was similar to the small hand holding Sister Sharna's, but probably because of the long-term forging relationship, Chasi's hands were very warm, conveying her strong friendship for herself from above.

"Okay, what can I do badly, you see I'm still alive just now."

Hearing me say this, Chasi tilted her head slightly in confusion, yes, how could she know that I had just been chased by the fox warriors all over the city.

"It's you, traveling and not even writing a letter, I've been worried about whether you're in trouble."

"Hug ...... I'm sorry, but I've only written to my father and mother, and I always want to write one to you, but I don't know how to write it......"

Holding hands, Chasi and I, the friends who had been reunited for a long time, chatted cordially, and the corner of our eyes casually glanced at each other, and we immediately leaned in.

I don't know when, Aunt Rasuk also came out of the house, and was hiding in the corner with Uncle Rasuuk, looking at me and Chasi with bright eyes......

Ha, I have to finish 7,000 words tomorrow, why can't Xiao Qi learn well?