"Of course, this Lord of the Dragon's Lair. I, Epicurus, have fulfilled my duty to pay tribute to the great Legendary Giant, Lord Salotta of Thunder, and his clan, and though my respect has not diminished in the slightest, the gift of my respect has suffered greatly because of these damned bandits. Now my caravan needs more shelter. Guessing the identity of the young man in front of him, the merchant carefully organized the wording.

Quiz weighed the javelin in his hand, and it was clear that the chief's son was much better armed than his men. Even the javelins used as consumable weapons have all-metal heads, and it is estimated that the chain mail on this merchant's body cannot protect against such a penetrating weapon.

"You're a smart man, merchant, take a closer look at your signed legal documents or agreements with the Dragon's Lair and the like, according to the old dragon's habits, there will definitely be such a contract, it says to shelter your caravan, but there is absolutely no guarantee that you will be alive, think about how many gold coins you will spend to block such a sharp javelin, we still have some time. The blue dragon, pretending to be a greedy threatener, threw the javelin into the sand, and with great force it penetrated the ground completely, leaving only a small hole in it.

The conversation between Quest and Epicurus was not in the lingua franca of this world, but in a dragon-like language commonly used by some dragonborn tribes who guarded the dragon's lair, and Harknam, the son of the elven chieftain, could not understand it, but when he saw the two of them talking something less than a dozen paces away in front of him, he obviously ignored himself.

The shame of his strong self-esteem suppressed the panic in the face of this strange human boy who suddenly appeared, Harkonnen clenched the scimitar in his hand, clamped the six-legged war horse under his crotch, and continued to rush towards the leader of the caravan and the mysterious boy who was talking to him.

Charge to the death, never back down. If you die, we will live. This was the last piece of war wisdom that his father had given him, and Harkonnen was convinced.

Ten steps, five steps, close sprints, and the speed of the six-legged war horse is unique. Just when Harkonnen thought that he would soon be able to let his beloved scythe sword taste the flesh of the young man, he saw that the young man unhurriedly pulled out something and pointed it at himself.

It seems to be some kind of weapon, maybe a crossbow arrow, but there are no bow arms, only two dark cylinders carved with some patterns carved in relief.

There was a "thud", and before the sound could be heard, it was the burst of fire, the first to erupt from one of the cylinders of the strange weapon. Harkonnen's six-legged horse seemed to have hit a battering ram head-on, and the huge penetrating force directly tore the leather armor on the horse's chest and the muscles underneath the armor. Although, there was no way to see it, but Harkonnen could imagine his mount's internal organs cracked, and warm blood spurted out of his mount's eyes, nostrils, ears, and even anus like a fountain.

The huge stopping effect forcibly stopped the pace of the war horse, and under the sudden inertia, Harkonnen couldn't even control his landing, and rolled forward directly, and the landing site turned out to be at the feet of Quith. Before the Chieftain's Bullet could get up and prepare to continue the fight, he received a blow to the head, and the elf "Prince" fainted directly.

Quest stepped on the "captive" with one foot and looked at Epicurus playfully, as if to say: This is my sincerity, and your share depends on your own performance.

In fact, Lan Long wiped a non-existent cold sweat on himself in his heart, "Sure enough, I am still a master of human body stroke, and I obviously aimed at people, but I hit the horse." ”

Looking at the six-legged warhorse, which was still lying in a pool of blood and struggling in agony, Quest quietly and carefully aimed at the horse's head, and ended the brute's suffering with another bullet from the "wailer" double-barreled shotgun.

"Whew, it's dangerous, but fortunately, the fixed target didn't miss the target...... This marksmanship may be able to salvage. Grabbing the antique weapon collection he had found in Cottman's operation room with one hand, Quest felt a little smug without a trace.

"Hey, how are you thinking?"

"Well, this gentleman, I'm willing to offer you some goods worth 2,000 silver kai in return, and I hope that in exchange for your help in suppressing these damned elven sand bandits, I will sacrifice them all as the most despicable slaves to the great Thunder Lord. Epicurus seemed to be attracted by the weapon used by Quest, and seemed to want to say something.

Quest held the handle of the "wailer" in his right hand, and the body of the gun slammed down on his left hand, pun intended, "Merchant, I am truly amazed at your greed. ”

"No, no, please believe in my sincerity. I ......"

"4000 silver Kate, these elves are not bad warriors, as slaves, you have to earn," Quis stopped the merchant's impulse to open his mouth to explain: "In addition, each of them has a war horse, how much they will live in the end, according to 50 silver Kate, remember that I accept silver coins or other equivalent items." ”

Without waiting for the merchant to bargain, Quest lifted the spell mimicry amid the exclamations of the people around him and the frightened wails of the horses.

A sturdy blue dragon appeared on top of the dunes.

Epicurus would come to the Dragon's Lair every year to trade, and naturally he had seen a creature like a blue dragon, but he dared to say that this blue dragon with indigo scales was not the largest he had ever seen, but it was definitely the strongest looking, and there was no one

When the terrible creature tilted the huge head slightly, glanced at himself with its dark golden eyes, and asked himself, "What is your opinion?" the merchant completely lost the courage to bargain for his own interests.

Seeing the merchant shrink in agreement with all the requests he had made before, Blue Dragon Quest couldn't help but think:

Sure enough, no matter where you go, it's a society that looks at faces.

......

When the "Decisive Charge" faced a blue dragon, the "Decisive Death" proved to be just digging a dead end.

Taking the chief's son hostage, his Anda warriors naturally quickly gave up their resistance. On the battlefield under the dunes, without a chanter who can control the sound, the elves are already on the verge of collapse under the blows of the three ogre brothers.

It's no wonder that the blue dragon Quisi sighed "look at the face", not long after the hideous dragon body appeared at the top of the sand dune, the battle was wiped out.

The elves of the Ember World may indeed be physically stronger than their counterparts in other worlds, and Harkonnen, who was knocked unconscious by a heavy blow to the head, came to his senses shortly after the battle, but at this time his hands and feet were firmly bound by ropes made of hibiscus linen, and it took some effort to stand up.

"You'd better be obedient, I've heard from others that you're the fourth son of a tribal chief, and I've ordered the release of a few captives to report to your father, and if he can come up with a belongings worthy of your status, your freedom can still be expected. ”

The blue dragon was now transformed into a human boy again, sitting on the cushion that had belonged to Epicurus, trying to maintain the antique gun "The Wailer", while waiting for the merchant to check the number of newly acquired slaves and horses to pay his commission.