"Hey, that shorty, have you eaten enough?"

After taking the butcher Bogur Ironwall under his command, Rhodes and his party followed the dwarf north in search of the swamp monster's lair. It was said that he would be in charge of Bogul's food and lodging, but the amount of food of the dwarven butcher along the way was shocking...... At every meal, almost three times the amount of the average person is consumed...... Although the ingredients are not picky, this way of eating is enough to cause dissatisfaction among others. The key thing is that this guy hasn't hunted yet, only eats, and doesn't help the team's supply.

For an hour, Rhodes and a bunch of Norscans sat and watched him eat, dry bread with sardine sauce, wild vegetables, and ham. He ate one bite after another, completely ignoring the impatient gazes of those around him.

Until Celta couldn't stand the sound of chewing food anymore and screamed at the butcher......

"Oh, not yet, if I can, I need three hams, two slices of bread, the kind with fish sauce, and two beers......"

"That's enough! What can you do but eat along the way? You can't catch a rabbit, what right do you have to ask for so much here?"

Celta roared. The surrounding Norscans are once again hostile to the Dwarven Butcher. A pair of blue eyes stared at the red-haired dwarf, as if they were about to swallow him alive.

However, the dwarf seemed unconcerned about everything around him, and he continued to chew on its food in large gulps, bread crumbs and gravy of pork and ham constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

He wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, stood up with his big belly.

"When Lao Tzu was a hunter, you were still in your mother's womb and didn't get out, how can you eat a few more hams? The Norsca Marauders are so capable, and it's so difficult to even catch wild boars?"

Bogur stood up, spit out the bones in his mouth, and returned disdainfully. These words quickly launched a group taunting pattern, and a whole circle of Gnosca warriors could be seen standing up, their weapons in their hands. If it weren't for Celta and Rhodes not giving the order, they would have rushed up and skinned the little man.

However, at this time, Rod stepped up again. It is not easy to manage the team, although the combat effectiveness of these subordinates is strong, but they come from different tribes, different races, cultural differences, historical hatred, and there will always be conflicts together.

"My lord, let me meet this little man, his mouth is too unclean, I will teach him how to behave. ”

Celta pleaded. At the same time, Bogur was also arrogant, he stood there, dismissive of the challenge of the Norscans. Rod even suspected that the goods were intentional. They hadn't fought in three days, maybe such a trip was too boring...... I need to find something to vent my inner irritability.

The surrounding Norscans were all annoyed by the arrogance of the dwarf, and in desperation, Rhodes could only agree to Celta's request for a duel.

They duel with open-bladed weapons...... Standing on the sidelines, Rhodes genuinely feared that such a duel would cause unnecessary casualties...... Warhammer World is not World of Warcraft, the role of the clergy is more to pray and give people spiritual comfort, and for physical wounds, they can't be healed with a single shot of holy light...... So, duels are usually bloody, and whoever is injured is uncomfortably bandaged after the battle......

But the Norscans had managed to be annoyed by the dwarven butchers, and they would not be able to quell the anger of the crowd by not letting them fight.

Soon, the two picked up their weapons and scuffled together.

As the son of a defeated chieftain, Celta received harsh military combat training since he was a child, and worked as a pirate, hunter, and mercenary. And Bogur, Rhodes hasn't seen him shoot yet, so he just took this opportunity to learn about the butcher's combat effectiveness.

Their weapons slammed head-on in the air, sending dazzling sparks, and after a split second, both of them stumbled back a few steps. Obviously, the barbarian Celta didn't expect this chest-tall dwarf to have such explosive power, and Bogur didn't seem to be in combat mode yet. After all, he had just eaten too much......

Perhaps before he could digest it, Bogur hiccuped in front of everyone, which in the eyes of the Norscans was a contempt and a disgrace.

Before her opponent could gain a foothold, Celta roared and pounced again. He was like a fierce tiger, his knife deadly, and his sharp two-handed axe cut a terrible arc in the air, but the dwarven butcher easily dodged it. Celta's two-handed axe slashed hard, but the dwarven butcher jumped to the side with ease, and the barbarian's tomahawk slammed again, but the butcher jumped back again, dodging the powerful heavy slash.

The tomahawk was embedded in the dirt, like a chop on top of hard meat, and it was almost impossible to pull it out.

Every time Celta attacked, Bogur was nimble in dodging. The lewd style of play made the Norscans on the sidelines angry.

"Coward!"

They shouted and insulted the dwarves for their cowardice and cowardice.

However, Rhodes could see that the butcher was not cowardly and cowardly, he was just playing, playing. His combat skills are far above Celta, and his strength is enough to crush Celta. As can be seen from a weapon block during the dodge, Celta used all his strength to strike, but Bogur only used his axe to block the buffalo-like attack.

And the dwarven tomahawk didn't even tremble.

"You're good with power and speed, but the intent is too obvious. It's easy to see. ”

Walking around the edge of the field, Bogur leisurely commented on Celta's skills.

However, the more he did this, the angrier the Barbarian Captain became. He didn't listen to his nonsense and swung his tomahawk again, while Bogur bent down again to dodge.

"Shouting before every attack, it's not going to hit the opponent. ”

Bogur, the butcher, continued to teach.

"Fuck you!"

Enraged, Celta roared and pounced again like a beast. The huge two-handed battle axe nearly struck the dwarf's body. However, the butcher warrior can always dodge so well, he turned sideways slightly, the Norscan's battle axe fell on his chest, and Bogur suddenly moved forward, the small figure formed a powerful brute force, in less than a heartbeat, rushed to Celta, and then a violent impact, only the muffled sound of muscles hitting the leather armor was heard, and the Norscan warrior Celta, who was nearly two meters tall and strong as an ox, was knocked to the ground. The weapon in his hand was thrown out.

He wanted to get up again, however, this time, Bogur didn't give him a chance, and in less than a moment, the Dwarven Butcher rushed to the Barbarian Captain again, and before Celta could struggle to his feet, a sharp dwarven battle axe rested on his neck. He couldn't move for a moment.

Celta knew she had lost...... The dozens of wild slashes that roared and screamed in front of him were not as good as the dwarf in front of him to seize the opportunity and kill with one blow.

"If this were on the battlefield, you would have already fallen to the ground. ”

After the victory, the dwarven butcher put away his weapon, triumphant, and extended his right hand to Celta.

The skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say, although the Norskians are still dissatisfied with the arrogance of the little man, but helplessly, they can only shake hands for the time being.

"Lord, how is it? My fighting ability is okay, right? We agreed before, I'll help you kill those swamp monsters, and you'll be in charge of my food and lodging. Mighty warriors need more food to maintain calories, don't they?"

After dragging Celta from the ground, Bogur turned to face Rhodes and asked with a smile.

"It's ok. ”

And Rod just smiled back in return. The butcher's combat power is famous in the medieval warhammer, and usually in this gladiatorial fight just now, Rhodes can roughly judge the combat power of the red-haired butcher in front of him. Better than all the warriors under his command, he has reached the lord level.

But he has only one person and cannot be on a scale. However, good steel is used on the blade, and Rhodes has already arranged a place for the dwarven butcher named Bogur in his heart. He will be fit to be the vanguard of the battle, tearing apart the enemy's defenses with his enthusiasm and tomahawk, and the matter of defense can be irrelevant to him.