The elven warriors directly used magic to generate a simple barbecue table, and slaughtered the first-class [beast-eating] big meat boar on the spot to entertain Han Tuo, a warrior of the human race.

Previously, under the dumbfounded gaze of the elves, Han Tuo used his relatively slender arm to overturn the behemoth beast that was several times larger than his own size with one hand. For elves who have never had an advantage in physical confrontation, it has a full visual impact.

At that moment, the huge body of the big meat boar was played with like a doll, and it directly flipped on its side and smashed to the ground, making a dull sound like a wrought iron strike, tamping the soil on the surface of the earth into it, forming a huge hole.

The impact of the wind carried the sand blowing on the frightened faces of the elves, and Lifa, who was falling from the sky, was too surprised to land in a good position, and fell all at once.

After that, the elves cheered excitedly, not only for the removal of the pest beasts that plagued the homeland, but also for the wonderful performance of the human warriors who came from afar.

So they set up a table on the spot and held a grand barbecue banquet.

It wasn't until the meat was taken out of the boar's body that Han Tuo knew the reason why his stomach was rumbling at that time.

The huge chunk of meat, which is almost a meter long, and the fat on it is scattered like spider silk, has a strange beauty as food. The surface of the meat is a vivid and translucent light red, and the rich fat polishes the surface of the meat to the point that it can illuminate a faint human figure. It's as thick as top-quality beef, and it's richer than juicy chicken.

You don't even need to add any seasoning, and after the meat is slightly heated on the slate, there is a sound of grease crackling. Golden oil stains leak out of the surface of the flesh and flow down the flesh. The sound of the meat base roasting is like the blowing of Xiao flute, which is pleasing to the eye. The aroma came with the sound of explosions one after another, tickling the cravings in the stomachs of everyone present.

Hantuo had been swallowing his saliva, and Thor had been shaking his throat beside him, staring at the chunk of meat.

Hantuo smiled, borrowed tools from the elves, cut a piece from the piece of meat, and placed it in front of Thor. Thor swallowed his saliva, but did not move immediately, but touched Han Tuo's hand with his paws, nodded the plate with his head, and motioned for his master to eat first. Han Tuo just touched her head, indicating that it didn't matter.

Thor finally began to devour and devoured anything since she had followed Hantuo out of Nolan City, eating only a sour fruit on the way.

Lifa came behind Han Tuo with great interest, looking at this extremely spiritual fiery red kitten, looking at Han Tuo, whose face was full of soft colors at this time, which was very different from the previous ruthless battle state.

At this time, the necklace on Hantuo's chest has already started the function of automatic translation. As if Han Tuo had first come to the Gadia Continent, the glimmer of light and then subsided, and the communication of languages saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

I said...... Where are you from?"

"I should be from Nolan City. ”

"Is that a city where adventurers gather?" you say...... Should?"

"Well~ Anyway, I'm in a state of indefinite residence now. ”

During the conversation, Han Tuo breathed a sigh of relief, glad that this group of elves had not yet received news from Nolan City, otherwise he would have to run away again.

"What's your next destination?"

"......Destination? I don't think I've decided yet. Han Tuo scratched his head, slightly ashamed of his unplanned answer.

"Then, please be a guest, come to our village!" Lifa opened her starry eyes, full of momentum, and Han Tuo fell back oppressively.

"Puff~Puff~" The elves with good things whistled behind their backs, but Lifa threw a faint roll of the eye at them slightly, and they were all silent.

Lifa's reputation as the first warrior of the elves is not covered.

Although Lifa is not as cowardly as ordinary elves, and even has a little experience in physical combat, it is limited to that. In the final analysis, Lifa is an elf, and the genes in her blood determine whether she is good at comprehension or magic.

However, Lifa's quest for strength knows no bounds, and the imperfection shows that there is still plenty of room for improvement. Therefore, she is very interested in Han Tuo's strong skills.

"Okay. Han Tuo's simple answer was beyond Lifa's expectations, in fact, Han Tuo's original plan was to get supplies in the elven village, and then slowly figure it out.

The kitten put down the unfinished piece of meat, walked over and pulled the corner of Han Tuo's clothes with its paws, raised its head and looked at him worriedly. Han Tuo suddenly remembered that Thor knew his "secret", so he rubbed Thor's head dotingly, so that the only "ally" did not need to worry about himself.

At the exit of the elven village, the Terran caravan that received the news that the big meat boar had been repulsed began to hit the road at this time. Wensel was caught in it and left, and as he left, he deliberately glanced back at the village that the alien race himself was very familiar with.

Thinking of his elven friend, Wintersel had always felt a majestic fire burning in Lifa's eyes since he had returned that night—a precursor to the warrior's determination to live a brilliant life.

The ghost sent the gods, and Wensel remembered the forbidden boy he shouldn't have remembered three months ago. Although it was only a glimpse, at that time, the boy's eyes were exactly the same as Lifa's eyes at this time—they were all eyes that had some kind of big dream in his heart and were determined to carry it out.

Lifa's words...... It must be able to come true, her wish. Follow the brave man she has been dreaming of since childhood to travel to the continent and finally save all the peace-loving races in this world. Such a simple, very cute dream. Wensel thought to himself.

Maybe it was influenced by the elven girl, and the mood of wanting to travel the continent also rose in the heart of the Terran girl named Wensel, who wanted to run as much as she wanted, wanted to sing indulgently, wanted to see those incomparably magnificent beauties, and wanted to try those weird and mysterious things.

Perhaps, if you can, maybe if you are lucky, you will be able to see the boy from three months ago again, the girl whispers silently in her heart with the trepidation that she has made an almost extravagant wish.

Maybe I'm lucky enough to see the boy from three months ago again,

I can say thank you to him nicely and decently.

At this time, Wensel, a peasant girl named Wensel, did not expect that it would not be long before this elven village would cease to exist.

A storm is coming.