Sometimes, fate likes to play tricks on people.

Three days after Richard drove into Graystone, he woke up to a group of people who had come to pick him up from the shell-covered and pebble-strewn beachhead.

This is a group of weirdos who are tall, short, fat and thin, and all wear robes.

Among the crowd, there are dwarfs who are only half the height of ordinary people, but their faces are very old, the minotaur with a burly body and a height of three meters, as well as elves with pointed ears, druids with antlers and beards, and even lizardmen with hideous appearances, green and thin goblins, and fierce werewolves. This team of only more than 20 people, more than a dozen different races emerged, as if a small intelligent biology expo was held.

But even though they have different looks, their temperaments are surprisingly similar.

Among these people, even the kobolds, who have always been known for their vulgarity, are all panicked scholars. And beside this maverick kobold, there are also the green-faced and fanged ogre Confucianism and the giant Minotaur who looks like a wise man.

They gathered on the riverbank, staring at the clothes that Richard had unintentionally left behind when he dived, and the thick footprints that had been trampled by the bear.

As a multi-ton Storm Armored Giant Bear, the soles of the bear's feet were covered with a layer of silver-gray hard metal, and with the terrifying strength of its body, the footprints it left behind were clear at a glance. The claw-like imprints, whether pebbles or shells, were all trampled into powder. In the small pits of the footprints, some of them were watered by the rain, and clusters of round-headed mushrooms were grown. This cruel sight worries those who see it.

"There is no doubt that these are the footprints of the Tyrant Bear. Years ago, when I was an apprentice mage, I had seen their cunning and power as I traveled with Teacher Aldrich. Those damned red-robed bald men don't follow the ways of nature and pollute the animals with their abominable magic for their despicable ambitions. ”

Five meters tall, like an enlarged version of a stout man, Andrew, the giant magician, crouched on the ground, pointing to the footprints on the ground with his fingers as thick as a normal man's arm.

He sighed.

"When will war become a nightmare that everyone will be afraid of it. Maybe when its frenzy dies down, people will understand each other. ”

When the robed giant lifted up, the whole earth seemed to tremble.

This giant magician, with a slight hesitation on his face, gave him a philosopher-like demeanor. Although this unique temperament, combined with his five-meter-tall and terrifying body comparable to a two-story building, always seems incongruous.

is like a rough man with five big and three thick, full of beard, hiding in the deep boudoir and pinching needles and embroidering mandarin ducks.

Standing beside the giant, there was a gray-haired werewolf who was up to his waist.

He was shaped like a vicious beast, with a mouth full of snow-white fangs, and when the wolf-like head opened and spoke, the sharp snout protruding forward, opened and closed, as if a smell of blood filled the air.

But he had gentle eyes.

"There's a long way to go, and you and I can only work together. Amos the werewolf replied loudly.

The people around all nodded yes.

At this time, a fair-looking female elf mage opened her mouth and said to the giant Andrew, "In that case, isn't our little earl already doomed?"

The chatterbox of others was also opened.

"Yes, yes, I've heard of the ferocity of the Tyrant Bear. ”

"If his soul returns to the earth, we will be in vain. ”

"It's okay to come for nothing, and it's really unbearable to see the tragic death of such an outstanding ancestor. ”

"Alas, I didn't expect that the people of the Dark Moon Wizard Guild would also be fascinated and become the helpers of that evil dragon. ”

......

When these strange people sighed for a long time, the giant Andrew said, "I'm afraid I can't say that now, I know a lot about the Storm Armored Giant Bear." They usually attack and kill humans just to vent their anger, and the victims are often horrible and reduced to a pile of minced meat everywhere. In this case, the face of the crescent moon must be broken, but it is not. It can only be said that he is alive or dead, it is still unknown. ”

But his words sounded like comfort, and the faces of the crowd were still full of disappointment.

The old man of the human race opposite Andrew also opened his mouth and said, "Even if this is the case, we are still a step late, this coast is so big, it is not easy to find someone." ”

"Then look for it!" said Amos the werewolf, neatly.

He looked around at his companions.

"This 'little Richard' is about the future of this land. He is like a banner that, once erected, gathers people's hearts at once. Don't forget that his ancestor, 'Great Richard', was the Duke of El and was revered by the people of the Sunset Wasteland. Now, he has been canonized by Edo, and he is undoubtedly the best candidate to resist the dragon. Amos said this, his eyes suddenly deepened, "If this place becomes the so-called dragon kingdom, then even El will face war." Don't forget, there's a big deal to come. ”

This tirade immediately lifted everyone's hearts.

The leader of the group, an old druid man with antlers and a snow-white beard and hair, also made a decision immediately, "Amos is right, even if you use all the manpower of Oak Hall, you have to stop the dragon's attempt. Now, it is not clear whether the person we are looking for is life or death, so we choose to give up lightly, but it is really not the work of a sober person. ”

After the old man said this seriously, he deliberately smiled to ease the tense atmosphere.

"You might as well be optimistic, maybe our 'little Richard' is hiding in that beast cave, waiting for us with no clothes covered. We must have a merciful heart to save this innocent, poor young man......"

"Bang!"

Richard was dressed in a starry black robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he wore three pure gold rings on his single hand. He slapped the table on the counter, and the entire tavern fell silent for a moment.

In the bustling tavern, because of his appearance, the pin fell suddenly.

"What's your most expensive wine?"

"Guest, it's Elle's Floating Flower Tequive, if you need it, we'll bring it directly to the table for you. How much ...... do you want?"

Richard interrupted the maid, and he took out a handful of gold coins from his robe, and threw them on the counter without looking at the number.

"Serve a big glass to everyone in the room. ”

With the temperament of an upstart, he turned around and preached to the cheering crowd, "Please toast to my health......"