The flesh of the bipedal wyvern is quite firm and strong, but it is not tough and difficult to chew. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Combined with the seasonings and spirits that Dwarf Wrought Iron is proud of, it is roasted just right, so that everyone eats with a mouth full of oil, and after eating, only the strong fragrance lingers at the corners of the mouth, which is really an endless aftertaste.

Such a barbecue, if it is in a bustling big city, may sell for dozens of gold coins. It not only tastes good, but also has a certain tonic effect on the body. If you can eat these kinds of foods regularly, your body can become extremely strong without special exercise.

The children of those great nobles were almost all cultivated in this way.

"It's delicious! it's delicious!" Gerald couldn't help but exclaim.

"The craftsmanship of wrought iron is indeed getting better and better!" Old Soth nodded and praised, "In the future, when you are old, this cooking skill will be the best family heirloom!"

Nearly fifty years old, he is young and promising for a dwarf, and he probably has hundreds of years to live. Hearing Soth's praise, the dwarf who had been on his adventures with Soth since thirty years ago couldn't help but laugh: "I remember when we first met, I hunted a wolf and was roasting, and you sneaked over, and I thought you were going to steal something, but you came and said, 'I'll exchange the spirits for your barbecue'......"

"yes, it's been thirty years. At that time, I had just debuted, and I always wanted to do something big, make a lot of money, and make a name for myself. Old Soth stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Now that my son has grown up, he complained to me not long ago that little Parker would not learn business at home, but would learn from his grandfather to go to the world......

"It's been thirty years, and we're all old. ”

"The word 'all' is not used correctly, only Soth and I are old, and you are still young in wrought iron. The half-elf, who already had a beard, shook his head with a smile, "Soth's energy is not as good as it used to be, and in a few years, I won't have the energy to walk with a caravan." When the time comes, young people will take over, and you will have to help them more with your uncle. ”

Wrought Iron suddenly frowned: "I don't know how to do business! It's okay for you to let me take them on adventures, take them into business?

"Don't worry, we don't just say quit, we always have to take them for a while. South's wrinkled face smiled kindly, "and...... I also want to visit the ancient elven temple we visited again before I die, and have a good chat with the immortal elder. ”

"I approve of this! The wine in the temple is very good, and the frog elders are very kind. Wrought Iron suddenly came to his senses, "When the time comes, let's go and drink together!"

As he was talking, Sui Xiong suddenly felt a strong malice coming from in the distance. He hurriedly reminded Gerald, who got up to see a group of orcs galloping towards him on a wolf.

"Orc Wolf Cavalry!

The Orc Wolf Cavalry Regiment is a notorious bandit gang in the Four Towns region of the Northwest. This group of robbers came from the Northland Wastelands, and they were numerous and vicious. Everywhere he went, there were no chickens and dogs, and they were extremely cruel. The task of exterminating them has been hanging on the bounty fence of the Four Towns, but no one has been able to complete it. On more than one occasion, adventurers tried to trouble them, only to be gone.

For various reasons, the four towns in the northwest did not form an army. This may have been to prevent war, but it also made them powerless to contain larger, wind-swept bandit gangs such as the Orc Wolf Riders.

As time went by, the organization of the Orc Wolf Riders grew stronger and stronger, even daring to attack the merchants who lived in the open space on the edge of the town, and they were repeatedly successful.

This time, they had apparently come to attack the merchant group again.

Seeing dozens of green-skinned orcs roaring on gray wolves, the merchants all panicked. Without saying a word, the shrewd and decisive threw down their goods and ran towards the village, looking for a safe place to take refuge, hoping that the robbers would leave when they had enough to catch their lives; the brave ones took out their weapons and dumped the wagons as a fence, determined to fight to the death, even if they died, with dignity; as for the wisest, they ran straight to the side of the "lucky coins", hoping to cooperate with them and seize the possible glimmer of life.

The leaders of the Lucky Gold Coin are veteran adventurers who are ready to fight as soon as they find the bandits coming. Old Soth rushed into the distance with astonishing agility and began to lay traps. He was extremely fast, taking about three or two breaths to complete a trap, demonstrating the skill of a veteran thief. The bodyguards unhurriedly put on their full gear and relied on the carriage to set up a battle formation. The dwarf, who had been busy roasting meat just now, got into the carriage, and when he came out a moment later, he had already put on the heavy armor that was as thick as a turtle's shell, and turned into a powerful heavy warrior. The half-elf filled the ground around him with arrows in one breath for quick shooting. Even the guys took out their leather armor and weapons from the wagons and prepared for battle.

"Wai...... Big Brother White, your martial ...... What about weapons?" He held his crystal wand, nervously preparing to cast a spell, but could not calm down. Perhaps to increase his confidence, he leaned over to the big man Gerard and asked in a low voice.

Since being reborn as a giant, Gerald has never used a weapon again. He buried his usual tomahawk in the ruins of Baiyezi Village, and buried it with that memory, and at this moment he was bare-handed, without a single thing to take advantage of.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, he frowned, looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Take three steps and make two steps to a large tree about a foot in diameter.

"You...... What are you going to do...... What are you doing?" said a merchant beside the tree, who was trembling in leather armor, and when he saw him coming suddenly, he was startled and stammered.

Gerald ignored him, looking the tree up and down.

The trunk is straight, the wood is fine, and the branches and foliage are luxuriant, which is suitable.

So he bent down, took a slight touch of his left hand, and grasped the trunk of the tree with his right hand, and plucked it up with a sigh of astonishment from the stunned merchants of the vicinity. The splashes of dirt rained down, and some even fell into the mouth of the guy next to him who was stupid enough to stay there.

Weighing the weight of the tree and looking at the messy roots, Gerald shook his head, a little dissatisfied.

This tendrel is a bit of a hindrance, and when fighting, it is easy to accidentally injure a companion.

So he leaned the roots of the tree on the ground, stepped on them a few times, picked them up again and brushed them with his thick palms, and cleaned up the roots that were in the way, and finally they were a little decent, and then he waved them twice again and sighed.

"It's a little light, and the center of gravity isn't very good, so make do with it. ”

However, everyone was stunned by this scene, and it was not that these businessmen who traveled from south to north had never seen a strong man, but who had ever seen such an exaggerated strength! Although there was indeed a rumor in folklore that "a giant used a big tree as a club," when this scene really appeared in front of them, even if they knew that this giant was their comrade-in-arms, the instinct of the weak could not help but make them feel suffocated and weak.

However, seeing their comrades-in-arms so strong also greatly strengthened their confidence in victory. For a while, those panicked merchants also calmed down, and even those who wanted to hide ran out one after another, taking out their weapons and wanting to fight side by side.

The Orc Wolf Cavalry is indeed powerful and dangerous, but can it be more powerful and dangerous than a giant who uprooted a large tree and used it as a club?

Apparently impossible!

In that case, then what's so scary!

Gerald returned to the team of lucky coins with his "big stick" Shi Shiran, and stood at the front of the line, swaggering in front of the roaring bandits.

In his past adventures, he has fought bandits more than once. But he had never been more confident and fearless than he was today.

He even had the leisure to turn his head, wave a tree taller than four or five people stacked up, and smiled at the uneasy Parin, "Look, this is my weapon." ”

"What a reliable weapon!" the dwarf wrought iron exclaimed, "Sure enough, being tall is convenient!"

"Actually, I'd rather use a normal one, like a hammer or an axe. "However, I can't find one that fits my body!"

"The next town to go to is Gold Rush Town, which is rich in ore. I'll help you craft a weapon then. The dwarf said, "Although my skill in crafting weapons is only average, forging a large axe should not be difficult for me." ”

"Then it's settled!" Gerard smiled, "Reward...... Uh, here comes the payout. ”

As he spoke, the orcs riding wolves approached. They had apparently noticed Gerald as well, and for a moment they all grabbed the reins, hesitating to move forward.

You know, in the face of a giant as high as the walls of the town, holding an entire tree as a weapon in one hand, not many people will have the courage to rush to their deaths at the obvious risk of being smashed into meat sauce.

Even bandits.

The leader of the bandits, Ruhr the Bloody Hand, an orc wearing shimmering magical aura leather armor and a scimitar in his hand with the same glow of magic, is caught in a conflict.

He knew very well how terrifying the giant's power would be, and if it were a normal day, he would have taken a detour with his men, and would never provoke this opponent - not to mention the possible risks, the price to be paid for killing the giant alone was irreparable.

To kill such an opponent, I am afraid that you must be mentally prepared to fight half of the thief group.

Without the thieves, what would he have in this wild land?

However, the news he received from a reliable source strengthened his confidence.

His gaze fell on Gerald's right wrist, staring at the bone bracelet that shone with a faint magical glow.

As long as you get this treasure, even if you kill the entire group of thieves!

A legendary treasure is enough for him to run rampant in the four towns, and even if he returns to those prosperous areas, it is enough to settle down and enjoy the life of spending days and drinking.

Since this is the case, then the historical mission of this "orc wolf riding group" can also be over!

Thinking of this, he finally made up his mind, and with a wave of his scimitar, he gave the order to attack.