The roads between the city-states were riddled with various potholes and mud. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Basically, apart from the main roads in the castle and the passage in front of the luxurious mansions, few castle lords will care about the road conditions inside and outside the castle. According to most normal people's thinking, if they have that energy, it is better to spend more time on city defense and military strength.

Ox carts, which were not very fast, were very popular with merchants on such roads. Although slightly inferior to horse-drawn carriages, the domesticated rock ox has a strong and endurance body, making it better suited for long journeys than a horse, and its slower speed means it won't be too bumpy. Even if the wheels occasionally get stuck in mud puddles, the rock ox, as a camel beast, has enough explosive power to get rid of this annoying embarrassment.

Rogham had long been accustomed to the journey in the ox cart, but this trip made the fat man and most of the people in the car, including the driver, feel that the atmosphere was somewhat strange.

It was not uncommon for the coachman to have two well-shaped guests sitting in the carriage, and in contrast, the girl who was not as beautiful as a mortal, but poorly dressed, but with a faint sense of extravagance in her gestures, seemed a little abrupt. Coupled with the quiet and introverted aristocratic child and the equally beautiful fox girl, even with the coachman's years of travel experience, he is somewhat confused about what kind of road these people are.

If the passengers in the car are just a little strange to the driver, then the two "guests" who are active outside the car are already close to the relative wealth of professional drivers.

As a dedicated coachman, the dark-skinned middle-aged man sees a wide variety of guests—perhaps not the only ones who bring their own animals, but they are enough to fill the tavern with a joke in his spare time.

Hawkers, people with a ploughing cow, their own extra pair of spare harness, although their own old cow looks much stronger than other people's cows, but with a companion how can you save a few more efforts...... It's just that the little orc girl of the fox clan is jumping up and down, what is going on? One will climb onto the back of the ploughing cow, and the other will turn over to her own cow, there is no one who should be a slave, except for the girl who is also a fox clan, no one even preaches her two sentences, just like those bullshit "noble" skin monkeys, no one can care! Several times the coachman was afraid that the little girl would accidentally fall off and be trampled on by the hooves of the ox, but she was so skilled that she was like when her own children were children when they climbed the fence of their homes.

It is said that orc cubs are raised on the backs of wolves and split-hoofed oxen.

The coachman suddenly remembered the rumor that had made him scoff, and he thought that idiots who had never served large beasts could dare to think that they had never known how much food a beast could consume, let alone the legendary wolves who ate meat and did not spit out bones.

But the little orc girl in front of her, walking on the back of a cow, completely subverted the coachman's previous understanding. Perhaps most orcs really can't even feed their own children, and the wolf and the split-hoof cow should be beyond the reach of most orcs as they think, but ...... The rumors of orc cubs growing up on the back of wolves may not all be made up, right?

If the orc girl was just telling the coachman to lament that some seemingly implausible rumors were not groundless, then the young and handsome half-elf was a little confusing to him.

As soon as the journey began, the half-elf boy borrowed a round shield and a dagger from the full-time guard who sat beside him outside the carriage. The fair-skinned and slender half-elf looks a little like the young master of a noble family, but with a bit of embarrassment, it doesn't seem to be the case. Although the coachman knew that he could not guess the age of a half-elf simply by his appearance, he always felt that the other party was just a teenager when he saw the other party following the ox cart while waving his sword and shield, and he should stay in the car honestly when he was tired.

As the sun slowly climbed, the sun shining from the back of the car became hotter and hotter, and the work of driving made the faces of the drivers who had been exposed to this sun for a long time blackened not much different from the wheat farmers who were digging in the fields. Fortunately, it was still morning, and the car blocked the scorching sun, leaving a shade in the driver's position. In the afternoon, the blinding scorching sun overhead is only enjoyed by real farmers who are looking forward to a good harvest.

However, a half-elf boy who had given his shirt to the orc girl at hourglass time was still swinging his sword, and the large movements and paces that were sometimes fast and slow were more like a dance that made the coachman feel like he was doing something. If it weren't for the fact that the topless half-elf had been following the ox cart and had been swinging his sword for nearly two hourglasses, the coachman really thought that this guy was trying to show off himself in front of the girl in the carriage.

It is not easy for ordinary people to keep up with the ox cart at their pace, don't look at their own rock oxen that don't seem to walk fast, but they can drag hundreds of pounds of goods and walk all day without rest. In fact, the coachman also understands a very simple truth, although the half-elf movement seems to be a bit exaggerated, but the bigger the action, the more physical strength is consumed. It's just that except for the sweat on his body, this half-elf doesn't look like he looked like he had practiced two hourglasses with his sword - just standing two hourglasses in the sun was enough to make a person's face red, and when the red on his face subsided, his complexion would gradually turn black day after day. But the half-elf in front of him was not blushing, and the long running and jumping and swinging the sword failed to make him blush, and even panting made people feel very strong, and there was no sign of physical exhaustion.

If it weren't for the fact that he drank two large jars of well water in these two hourglasses, the coachman would have wondered if the half-elf had used some rumored magical magic!

In fact, Andre did use the kind of spell that he had already mastered, and the foundation of all dragon warriors to cast dragon strikes, the dragon's breath. Relying on his own high physique that is different from ordinary people and the continuous physical strength brought by abundant life magic, the strenuous exercise for others is not a burden at all in the eyes of the children of the abyss, if it were not for the long-term exercise accompanied by a large amount of heat to the body has a certain impact, the heat needs to be discharged from the body, and the people in the car can't even see Andre soaking wet.

When the Children of the Abyss once again asked the captain of Rogham's guard for water, the other party finally couldn't help but express his worries.

"Sir, you've been practicing under the scorching sun for so long, do you want to sit down and rest for a while?" I don't know when the word "sir" has become a special term used by these fellow travelers to refer to the children of the abyss. The coachman who didn't know the truth could naturally hear from this title that the identity of the "half-elf" was not simple, but it still made him feel a little strange that such a handsome young man was respectfully called "sir", even if he knew that the age of the half-elf could not be judged by his appearance.

Generally speaking, such a large amount of sweating, even if you replenish water in time, it is easy to cause discomfort due to a large loss of electrolytes. I don't know if it was the operation of the dragon's breath that forcibly prevented the loss of salt or the life magic dispelled the sensory discomfort, but in short, Andre didn't feel any physical abnormalities, although the absence of anomalies was already very abnormal.

"It's okay, I know my own body. It's been a long time since I've held a sword or shield, and I want to get familiar with it as soon as possible. In fact, Andre just wanted to test where his physical strength limit was, and as for the "long" he emphasized, well...... To be precise, it should be someone else's last life!

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Towards noon, the ox cart arrived at the first stop of the journey, a town with hotels, restaurants, taverns, and other facilities. After the dragon's breath stopped, the son of the abyss clearly felt what it was like to feel all kinds of negative states such as weakness, weakness, and slight dizziness all applied to him in one go. However, his sword and shield skill evaluation has climbed from "control" to "mastery" in one morning, and if it weren't for his extreme lack of actual combat experience, a higher evaluation level might just be a matter of hand. The maximum consumption in this practice was close to a hundred mana's life mana, but that was only the amount that the Dragon Breath Technique could replenish in less than a day in the cultivation state.

Fat Rogham had something to discuss with Mr. Mephistopheles, but he had not found a suitable opportunity to talk, given that he had been "busy" all morning. However, before talking to him, he thought it would be a good idea to ask Ricas, his former captain of the bodyguard, who is currently the only one to do the job of guarding, what he thought of the other party's level of force.

"Sir, he's jumping around all the way, is he really practicing swords?" According to Rogham's understanding, combat is usually based on explosive attacks and ugly but very practical combat skills. Simple slashes and stabs can deal good damage as long as they can hit the enemy's weak point without armor, and it is a very common stance to shrink a vital point such as the neck and face under the defense of the shield. In real combat, especially in one-on-one combat, how can there be a combat method like a half-elf that is slow and fast, paces by leaps and bounds, and has a huge range of movements?

"Larry told me that Mr. He had mentioned more than once that he was actually a poet, and that could be a very unique dance, you say?" Although Andre had more than once used his fists to cast the effect of a heavy blunt instrument in front of Rogham, a half-ignorant layman like Fat Man was accustomed to using his own past experience as a standard to measure others.

"Although it is difficult to accurately assess the true combat ability of the swordsman who is practicing swordsmanship against his imaginary enemy, it seems to me that his fighting style is by no means something that ordinary people can master. As soon as he mentioned the true strength of the half-elf, Rikas unconsciously fell into thought, "Sir's method of battle is tantamount to self-inflicted death for people with limited combat experience and talent, but if it is up to him to use it......"

After a little thought, the calm captain of the guard slowly raised three fingers: "If I face the gentleman who fights seriously...... If you don't make three moves, you will win or lose!"

Rogham looked surprised: "You can catch his flaws in three moves!?"

Rikas shook his head calmly, "If you can't hit him hard within three moves, you will lose...... It's not an exaggeration to say that the end is already decided, right?"

"This ...... How could it be!?" Although Rogham's own conjectures were as extreme as his captain of the guard, he did not expect such a huge gap from one extreme to the other.

"Sir, you can also see his fighting style and offensive pace, although the flaws in this combat method will be magnified, but it is also difficult to get rid of it simply by dodging, and parrying ...... With his powerful power that mortals can't understand, even if he can barely block a move, he will have to pay a lot of price, and he can block the second move unharmed, I think it is already something that only a few knights can do, as for the third move...... If you don't have the belief to die, in my opinion, it's better to admit defeat directly before the third move. ”

After saying this, Rikas smiled self-deprecatingly, in fact, he felt that the chance of being able to inflict a heavy blow on the other party within three moves was actually very small, even if he was lucky enough to succeed, he was afraid that he would only be hurt more seriously.

"Joe and Young Master Xiuen used all their strength, but I am afraid that it will be difficult for them to survive the three moves of Mr., and probably only Lord Taylor can take those three or five moves without being injured. Probably thinking that his own adults couldn't understand something, Rikas added with a more understandable statement.

"Sir, he's so powerful!?" the fat man still found a little incredulous.

"Sir's divine power, you've seen it too. With such a powerful supernatural power, even if you don't know how to fight well, it's enough to sweep most warriors who can't hold the title of knight. What's more, Sir is not a warrior in the simple sense of the word we call it. He's a god who has mastered such a powerful magic technique as saving the lives of dying people!"

Looking into Ricas's eyes, Rogham seemed to see in his eyes a goal that this man could not surpass in his life. Or rather,...... A monster that you can't defeat for the rest of your life!?

Although there is usually no inevitable connection between a person's combat effectiveness and the economic benefits he can bring, the strength of the partner still adds a lot of confidence to the fat man. Combined with the news he had heard before, Rogham became more confident about this loan, or "investment".

Even if Larry's territory is poor, it should be very easy for a powerful person like Mr. to go to the gladiatorial arena and occasionally sweep it a few times to earn bonuses.

With the joy of not being afraid of not reaping anything in return, Rogham found the Child of the Abyss and told him about his inquiry.

"The news you asked me to inquire about is now the most widely spread among the city-states besides the orc attacks...... The tens of thousands of adventurers were killed by the demons and the elves and dwarves they bewitched, and the river was stained red with blood! Only a handful managed to escape, and as for those who were caught, it is said that they all had their left ears cut off by Andrari, the young demon king's favorite woman!"

"Aren't the ears cut off by the dead?" The ears of the dead were the most direct and powerful evidence that Andrarui used to count the military exploits of the warriors, although the elves and dwarves had complained that the method of counting was too bloody and cruel.

"Ah, I don't know about that, but isn't it usually so unclear about rumors?...... Listen to me, they say that the Demon King's lover is more beautiful than the Elven Princess, but her heart is as vicious as a femme fatale! Legend has it that she was in charge of the young Demon King's diet for many years, and was a witch who specialized in food and pleasure, and she collected the ears of the defeated in order to study a new delicacy, and the living captives would eventually be sacrificed to the evil Demon King as a living sacrifice to heal the wounds he had suffered from the Radiant Messenger in battle!"

Let's not talk about who is more attractive between Livia and Her Royal Highness Iryan, first of all, whether the adventurers who escaped back have seen Her Royal Highness the princess is a debatable question, but is it a rumor...... Naturally, you can't take it too seriously. Andrei complained in his heart.

"Is that so?" The Son of the Abyss quickly noticed something that was more credible and valuable to him.

"The descriptions of those mercenaries are naturally not as reliable as your words, sir, I heard that you are from Andrarui, sir, why don't you also talk about the customs and products there, so that we can also open our eyes?" Speaking of rising, the fat man Rogham suddenly remembered that the half-elf in front of him was from the land that was said to have been corrupted by the demons, and he didn't know if he had said so many bad things about the demons, would there be any reaction in Mr. 's heart?

"I'd better save the matter about Andrari for later......" Andrei replied with a thoughtful smile.

The Son of the Abyss, whose soul originates from another world, suddenly felt that making up stories was no longer a professional skill that he could be proud of. The adventurers who are not good at fighting, who are skilled in intimidation, deception, and inducement, rely on the "collective wisdom" to do the same.

However, the focus of Andrari's trade is currently mainly on the Red Rock Hills, the Whispering Forest, the Van Jia Sea, and the Dust Wastes, and it is not easy to fully sort out the trade needs between the two kingdoms and the many tribes. Although the human city-state is a luxury market with great potential for development, for Andrari, who has just established a legal system, human beings who are good at drilling also mean a lot of trouble. In less than two years since Andrarui was founded, several major troubles have been related to humans.

Once again, the Children of the Abyss, who implied that they were "half-elves", believed that the officials of the Emerald Valley would be capable of managing everything there, considering that most of them were discovered and trained by the young lords of Andrarui. And those who are not in the scope of his "promotion" are the mainstays that support the most powerful and ancient kingdom in this land!