In the face of hidden dangers, Quest has never chosen to avoid them, and any delay and luck will eventually make the problem unmanageable.

That's why he secretly rushed back to New Prosperity Town and personally sat down to solve the problem, and at the same time prepared for the worst.

"It's a big deal," patted the hammer on his waist, and Quith thought, "Even if this fortress is demolished, there will be no hidden dangers left." ”

Determined to make up his mind, he began his own plan.

......

The mechanical clock on the wall of the "Iron Nose" tavern, as always, was delayed, and the drinkers who were waiting for the distribution of drinks were full of grievances.

But when the hobbling boss came out pushing an oak barrel taller than himself, they cheered and greeted him, and smashed the pewter glass on the sornashi bar.

"Wines are on sale, pre-order as soon as possible!"

The barkeeper's nose was half missing, so he had the blacksmith build an iron nose to fill himself, and because of this, his voice always had the strange nasal sound of an urn.

However, no one here laughed at him, and at least when it came to selling drinks, they would have some respect for the goblin.

That's right, "Iron Nose" Aronok is not only a big goblin, but he is also covered in a staggered "scar armor".

While on the physical plane, Aronok served a great goblin warlord, using fire and blades to scar himself and hide his skin under these scars.

Due to the Devil's Contract, this fairly elite warrior was forced to the front line of the bloody battle, and was naturally assigned to the army of servants.

With Alonok's not outstanding strength, he didn't mix it well, but fortunately, he had a unique skill.

When some of the grey dwarves who also wanted to open a tavern were overwhelmed by the shortage of materials, he used the Goblin's unique technology to brew the "Goblin Pre-War Drink" with the help of raw alcohol, food puree, and medicinal mushrooms.

Although the smell of this alcoholic drink is a bit terrible, it can keep the drinker energized for two or three hourglasses, and the taste is indeed like a spirit, so it still attracts a group of customers who have a unique taste and are keen to drink excessively.

"Twenty green horns per cup!"

Aronok picked up the serrated shovel, smashed open the hoop of the barrel, opened the lid of the barrel, and scooped a glass for himself.

With a sour wine burp, he loudly announced, "Lao Tzu is the first to drink, you can all drink it boldly and with confidence." ”

This was the final step before the sale, and Alonok personally tasted it to prove that his "Goblin Pre-War Drink" was not toxic.

In fact, it works so well that even fans of the drink occasionally get apprehensive about its terrible smell.

As the official sale began, Alonok distributed the liquor with a tin scoop while pulling the liquor into the keg under the bar.

It didn't take long for most of the "Goblin Pre-War Drink" in oak barrels to be sold, and the rest of the drinkers were eagerly awaiting.

In order to maintain order, Alonok hired three bear goblin guards, who stare at the customers in line with mace in their hands and brass bell-like eyes.

Anyone who tries to cut the queue or do something else that affects the order will be met by the bear goblins and thrown out of the tavern.

However, when a man strode in and stepped on the floor, the guards looked away, even if they saw him walking straight to the bar.

"Road rage, don't ...... here"

Aronok frowned, looking at the beast-man villain who had pushed the others aside, and instinctively threw away the scoop and picked up the serrated shovel.

“...... Well, this is the last time. ”

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but when he saw Road Rage put the metal hook on the snashi bar, he quickly changed his words.

"For the last time...... Of course, he said that every time. ”

Lu Rage is a wild boar man, and unlike other patients suffering from bestiality, he always likes to show himself as a "half-human, half-boar" person, and he has no scruples in his actions.

He wears a pig-nosed mask over his head—the standard for the Legion of Servants and the Legion of Tertope Mercenaries—symbolizing a sense of "old qualifications" and a racial trait that suits the Road Tyrant, so he never takes it down.

This guy is about seven feet tall at most, but his waist is more than eight feet, and he looks extremely stocky.

He wears only a pair of shorts on his lower body, and has plate armor armor hanging on his chest and back, but his fat belly is still exposed.

In one of the battles, the roadfighter lost his left arm, and like Aronok, he hired a blacksmith to create a prosthetic leg for himself.

However, unlike the decorative iron nose of the goblin, his prosthetic limb is a steel chain hook claw, which is extremely combative.

And it looks ferocious, which adds a bit of fierceness to it.

When he heard Aronok's warning, the road fighter was not afraid at all, but turned his head and winked at the drinkers who had cut in line.

"And I'm sure he'll say it next time. ”

"Inch by inch!" Aronok roared, "what are you waiting for? Forget who paid you?"

With a roar of rage, the scars on the goblin's body twisted and twisted, and the sawtooth shovel in his hand unceremoniously slashed at the head.

"Ding!"

The serrated blade and the hook claw collided in one place, splattering sparks, and the former was immediately caught by the latter, pinned to the bar.

Hearing the angry rebuke of their own boss, and seeing that Road Fighter only had one hand to use, the three bear goblins immediately realized that this was an opportunity.

They had an argument with the road fighter before, but the result of the fight was that there were originally four guards, but now there are only three left.

The bear goblins are very vindictive, but they didn't have a chance before, and seeing that the road rage is being controlled, their mace has long been hungry and thirsty.

Without hesitation, three bear goblins flew towards the beast man from three sides, and they desperately picked up the mace in their hands and made a sound of breaking through the air.

However, the fat boar man just snorted coldly through the pig's nose mask, and then drew his weapon at a speed disproportionate to his size.

Road Rage had an extra double-barreled gun on his right hand, and with two gunshots, "bang" and "bang", the two bear goblins were blasted open with a big hole, and they were pushed back upside down by the huge impact.

The rest of the bear goblins, although he pounced in front of the boar man, but Road Rage only raised the barrel of his gun to block the mace, and then smashed his head out of the white pulp with the handle of the iron-clad gun.

As if he had done a trivial matter, Road Fighter blew the muzzle of the gun loudly, opened the chamber of the gun with one hand and replaced the double-barreled gun with ammunition, he glanced at the big goblin, "What's wrong with getting an inch, Lao Tzu prefers to get an inch, what else do you have to say?"

The latter had been unable to pull his weapon out of the bar after a long time, not only because of too much force, but also because of shame, and the gray-green skin on Alonok's face was bloody.