Chapter 80 Anecdotes

"Isn't it true that Fernando's story makes every boy's heart move," the familiar sneer, and the priest walked up to Tarrant with his hands on his chest, "It's a legend that never goes out of style, and it stimulates children to march towards unknown glory." ”

Her tone was distinctly mocking, and Tarrant buried his head in the beef, "It's just a legend." ”

"Hahaha, there's always another secret behind the legend", Kira Veton jumped in his chair and rested his feet on the table, "have you heard the story after Fernando?".

"What do you mean?" said Tarrant, chewing on the thin, crispy crust that wrapped the tender beef.

"A story more legendary than the dragon slaying itself", Kira Veton picked up Rant's Rontenay in hand, "related to the delicate political situation at that time", she drank half a glass in one gulp, "these things are too light, try to change the taste." ”

Tarrant crossed up again, "What's wrong with the political situation at that time?"

"The Komoh Empire is growing fast, as its neighbor, Honagar is like an unattended granary, their border defense is like a thin piece of paper, the breeze can blow through it, it only takes a thought, an order, the land of Honagar will become Komohe's territory, Fernando came out at the right time, he saved his country, if he really is a Honagar. ”

Completely unfamiliar story, "Can the power of one man rival Komohe?". Tarrant looked up, the priest's sitting posture was really easy to draw eyes to places where they shouldn't, "Please put your feet down." ”

She sat up, "He is a god of war who belongs to the army of Honagar, even if Fernando lives peacefully in the town, it is impossible for the enemies of Honagar not to think about the consequences, his true legend is to repel the offensive intentions of hundreds of thousands of troops in Komohe. ”

"Perhaps", Tarrant did not want to express his opinion, this is about Fernando's latest "story", and no one can prove it.

"History is so magical," said Kira Veton, draining the rest of Ronteny, "Comoch is like a stage, followed by a more brilliant script for the people of the continent, and Derek's farce is only for the emergence of another legend." ”

Tarrant was familiar with the history of the expeditionary force before and after, Derek Rebel was born before the expeditionary force, and he knew what others didn't know, and the legendary ranger was the father of the sheriff of Watt.

"Can you imagine that a ranger who singlely went into the chaos army and assassinated the lord who was protected by the great grandmasters, what a ridiculous legend", Kira Veton sneered, "An army that can capture the capital can't protect a single person." ”

"It's not funny," Tarrant looked at her.

Kira Veton reached for the plate, "Is it insulting the soldiers of Komoch or our intelligence?" she picked up a small piece of beef with her fingers, "It looks good." ”

"The chef has prepared a special dish," Tarrant put down his fork, "How's the rest?"

"It's the same for me, whether it's a pebble in a cemetery or a soft mattress in a hotel, close your eyes, open your eyes, and who knows if I'm still alive in the next minute, or, I'll suddenly lose my mind and stab you to death, no, bite your throat, suck the blood at the screams of others, and laugh and die. ”

"Hmm...... Makes sense", Kira Veton's mind jumped, Tarrant didn't want to keep up with her, he leaned back in his chair and looked at the stairs, his girlfriend should wake up.

"Your hands?" asked the priest as he ate.

"It's no big deal," Tarrant shrugged innocently, "who would have thought that there were thirty mages standing on the deck. ”

"It's a surprise indeed," Kirawiton grabbed his glass, "Hey Aunt Doris's dragon wine"

"Come right away," Doris replied in a loud voice.

The troubadour over there ended his short dinner, "Alright, let's start a new saga." The story was born in Komohe, a big city called Domugo, where it snows all year round and barely sees the sun, and the protagonist of the story is called Wendel, who is a traveling mage who likes to use spells to defeat every warrior he sees, I don't mean he's aggressive, he just likes that feeling", the children listened intently, "he looked at the square of Domugo and said" It's a good place, and I'm going to take on the challenge of the local warriors here,' so he set up a stage in the largest square in Domugo, and he announced that anyone who beat him would be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins. ”

Tarrant turned sideways to the poet, and boys loved such stories.

"Ten thousand gold coins is a lot of money, and many adventurers gather in the square, and Wendel stipulates that only one challenger will be accepted every day", the poet hugged himself and pretended to shiver, "because it was so cold in that place that he couldn't stand it, Wendell was a Moro, and Moro never snowed, and it was not so cold that it made people's teeth chatter", and his shivering appearance made the children's mouths open.

"The first challenger walked up to the stage, oh my God, it was an orc, his muscles were harder than stone, his axe in his hand was shining silver, his teeth protruding like this", the poet roared with his teeth, "Whoa"

"Hey" Doris patted the poet on the shoulder, "I'm still in business and want me to kick your ass"

"I'm sorry", the poet took off his hat and smiled awkwardly, "I promise there will be no next time", he turned and continued to narrate: "Wendell was not afraid at all, he chanted softly, but the orc rushed like a wild boar, no one could withstand such a big impact, everyone in the audience waited to see Wendell cut in two, but when the axe swung in front of Wendel, it was probably only an inch", the poet pinched an inch away with his fingers, "Wendell was just one point away, and the gathered energy suddenly surrounded the orc, and he disappeared." ”

The children were stunned.

"Wine", Doris put down two glasses of dragon wine.

"It was a labyrinth, he created a space to imprison the orc, and then he cast countless spells on the spot, some are very common, some have never been seen, they will only work when the target is present, there is still a lot of time, Wendell waited for about half an hour, the orc was freed from the spell, the multicolored energy was like blooming petals, the summoned goblins lifted the poor orc and threw him out, at that time I am afraid that even the orc's mother would not recognize him. ”

The poet's pitiful expression of frowning amused the children again.

"The challenger the next day was a mage, dressed in a gorgeous robe, a wizard's hat of fine silk, and the staff in his hand emitted blood-red light from time to time, needless to say, you can guess his strength", the troubadour stood up and acted out in accordance with his plot, "The mage raised his staff and pointed at Wendel and said, 'I will not harm your life, because I know that in 10 minutes the battle will be over and I will take your ten thousand gold coins', Wendell was not angry or afraid, he said to the others: ' I'll follow his rules, and I'll not hurt his life either.' ”

Chapter 80 Anecdotes