With unprecedented generosity, Fei Yin politely declined the eldest sister of the bull head---- perhaps it should be the dinner party where the aunt thanked the nurse in the candlelight---- According to her own account, it was all because she suddenly remembered that she had to "work overtime" on the night of the agreed dinner.

And when the nurse in the candlelight sincerely and sincerely said that she could postpone this gratitude until the elder was free, Fei Yin's expression was like someone pressing her neck and feeding flies to her mouth.

"I really don't need to......" she dragged us into the wilderness, so that the minotaur aunt who followed her could not catch up, and while fleeing in panic, she threw all the nonsense that even she didn't believe:

“…… Since they have joined the guild, they are all a family, and they should have helped each other without asking for anything in return. It's too much to have a meal, so you really don't need it...... No, no, no......"

The Minotaur looked at our departing figure, her hands folded on her slightly fat belly, and smiled kindly. Vaguely we heard her exclaim: "What a good girl, she is generous and capable, if only my daughter...... Tut-tut-tut......"

Seeing that the nurse in the candlelight didn't follow, Fei Yin finally stopped, panting and patting her chest and then said to us in fear: "Fortunately, I saw the end of Buddha Xiao today, it seems that I really can't meet netizens casually, especially if I live in a city, in case I ...... "She shu......ddered as if she had thought of something particularly terrible, and the goosebumps all over her body were about to grow to her face.

“…… Will you grow into a big sister? How old are you? Is there an object? I know a couple of nice guys. If you're not married, do you want to introduce you to you......" Suddenly, the voice of the Minotaur behind him floated ghostly.

"Holy. The more I listen to it, the more it looks like ......" Fei Yin was like a burst of battle that had been ignited, bounced off the ground suddenly, and used two or three "teleportation" magic spells in a row regardless of the cost, and crawled forward with a rolling belt. I feel that in her eyes, even the last king Darendier is not as terrible as this kind and kind Minotaur aunt.

I'm at a loss for ......

Fo Xiao was forcibly pulled by his father, who had just reunited, to be a coolie for brushing equipment, and Fei Yin immediately pulled me to make up the numbers. Instead of saying yes immediately, I busily delivered the evening dress to the long-awaited lady first, and then waited for her to calm down from the excitement of putting on the new dress. It wasn't until she had enough of the smell in the mirror that she would tell me that the homeless man with the smell of corpses and suspicious terrain had drifted along the Dawn River to the Kaukra Pass---- which happened to be the destination of Fei Yin.

Thereupon. Once again, fate has intertwined our futures, allowing us to move forward together for our different goals.

Located in the northernmost part of the continent of Falvey, the Corkra Mountains are made up of thousands of snow-capped icebergs. The peaks here are covered with snow all year round, and the wind is blowing all day long. Legend has it that the Corkra Mountains are the edge of the world, and if you cross this snow-capped glacier, you can find the end of the world, and beyond the end of the world is the endless void, the extraterritorial realm that even the almighty gods consider taboo--- for me, it is the end of the world that I can touch.

The Kaukra Pass is an entrance to the southern end of the Kaukra Mountains. Of all the rivers that traverse the continent, the Dawn River originates here, with the largest basin and the most abundant volume. The first kind of monster called "Chachenk Bigfoot Savage" is scattered here, their body is very bloated, the belly is especially fat--- they look like the cousins of the half-orc shadow thief Yangtze River Delta---- their whole body is covered with white heavy fur, almost covering their eyes, mouth and nose, making them look very honest, even friendly---- but I promise you will not be deceived by this illusion for a long time, they will tell you very "sincerely" in their own way, They are definitely some of the most ferocious thugs you can meet in this world.

What is amazing is their feet, each of which is the size of a fan, and their legs are always wide apart. Walking precariously makes people worry all the time that they will trip over their feet.

Although they walk as funny and ugly as clowns, they are not as slow as they seem---- and they are even more agile than you think. The wide soles of their feet keep them from getting stuck in the snow, which means they don't have to be punished by 10% for slowing down their movement speed in the snow like we do.

Thereupon. When you are as intoxicated by their light and flowing footwork as I am, and ten times more painful under their big fists, you will surely regret laughing at their seemingly funny big feet as much as I do, and add a respect to the word "life---- for this cruel world, only the right can be strong, only the strong can survive, when I laugh at others for their "ugliness" with my own shallow ignorance, I do not hear the natural law of natural selection and mock my stupid aesthetic with a louder voice.

Don't despise every living thing. No matter how different you are from them.

It was all a miracle of creation. I think so.

There are quite a few of these "Chachenk Sasfoot", and I believe they are a subhuman race with a modicum of intelligence. They have even formed some primitive tribes that are beginning to take shape. Each tribe had about thirty or forty men, stationed in their respective areas of activity, and did not invade each other. Anyone who steps into their area---- such as us---- will be immediately and mercilessly attacked. In the center of each tribe was a fire, and next to the fire sat a "Elder Chachenk" with a long gray beard. Unlike the warriors of the tribe, these elders, though not very good at hand-to-hand combat, are able to use some simple ice spells to attack us from a distance.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't have imagined. In this extreme environment of extremely harsh climate, there are still such vigorous signs of life, and even a kind of sub-civilization in the embryonic state has been derived. If you give them enough time---- I think ---- let them grow and improve in this environment. Is it possible for them to become another intelligent race walking on the continent of Falvi, along with humans, minotaurs, and half-orcs...... Together, how about becoming the masters of this continent?

While indulging in the great unity of the people of the mainland and the good wish of welcoming a new fraternal race and friendship and unity from generation to generation, I chopped down a big savage closest to me to the ground with a sword......

If that were the case, it would be a miracle of creation, I think.

A philosopher surnamed Madi Elves once said that the key difference between intelligent races and non-intelligent races is. The real sapient race can make tools---- the reckless and impulsive Minotaur race is very reluctantly among the ranks of the "sapient race" under the cover of this theoretical banner---- according to such standards, these Sasquatis really have the potential to become a "sapient race". At the very least, they have learned to make weapons---- and they are fairly standardized.

In the hands of almost every adult Sasquatch is a well-crafted weapon--- a large wooden club, one thin and the other thick, clearly sharpened. They know how to hold the thin end in their hands and hit the enemy with the thick end to generate stronger attack power. For a race that survives by hunting alone, this is simply the greatest invention of all time---- in fact, I have personally demonstrated how great this invention is with my own flesh and bones.

But that's not what I'm most concerned about.

Each of them has a stick, and that's the problem. Don't you think it's strange? This is the snow-capped mountain plateau, and the tallest earth plant you can see here is a patch of moss that is not thicker than the palm of your hand; You walk south from here, and for two days and two nights, you will see a larch tree that is dying. And that's probably the closest tree to here.

And these squatch savages are actually able to make a big wooden stick in their hands, and it is a big wooden stick that is very big, thick and very acquainted! I can't even guess how they did it, even if I broke my head.

What did I just say?

Oh, that's the miracle of creation

I really think so.

"Where did these dead fat men get so many big sticks? There's not a single weed in the area...... "I quickly blocked a murder weapon coming at my door, and uttered my confusion.

"Fat people are fat people, what is a dead fat man?" The Yangtze River Delta immediately glared at me angrily and shouted angrily, "Just because we're fat, do we deserve to die?" ”

This mentally sensitive orc shadow thief was obviously not so firm in his stance on the free liberation movement of the people of the Falvi continent--- just because his fat was too thick, premature atrial fibrillation's fat and vanity were slightly hurt, and he immediately became "us" with the fierce barbarians.

"Don't we fat people have eyes......" I don't know which fragile nerve in the heart of the Yangtze River Delta touched by my words, and he suddenly became sad and angry. Speak impassionedly in an aria-like voice:

“…… Don't we fat people have no facial features, no limbs, no sense, no feelings, and no flesh? We don't eat the same food---- even if we eat more---- same weapons can hurt us, the same medicine can heal us, and the same winter will be cold. It's also hot in the summer, like a skinny man......"

His feelings were so abundant, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation accumulated by the ridiculed fat people for thousands of years in this instant. Every word that protruded from the tip of his tongue seemed to have been tempered in a furnace, and although it was short, it was full of sword-like power, which made people irrefutable and ashamed.

I felt so guilty in my heart that if I wasn't in the middle of a fierce battle, I should have reflected deeply in the depths of my soul. Bow to him in public and apologize.

“…… If you stab us with your sword. Don't we bleed too? If you tickle us, won't we laugh too? If you use poison against us. Aren't we going to die too......" his speech continued. I had no idea that this unassuming orc was a master of language, and it seemed as if he could spit out this beautiful and elegant language forever. I am convinced that if someone could record everything he said at this time, it would make a peerless article that will last forever.

"He's such a writer!" I was amazed from the bottom of my heart.

"That's right, he's a man of letters, and Shakespeare's immortal masterpiece is 'The Fat Man of Venice,' both of which I just learned." String Geya rolled his eyes beside me and whispered, the whites of his eyes looking especially large under the refraction of his glasses. Even so, the bow and arrow he shot at his hand were right in the heart of a bigfoot savage.

"Shakespeare? That Shakespeare? "I'm confused.

"How many more Shakespeares can there be? A jewel of England, his language is said to have a soul-stirring effect, and countless English students have suffered nervous breakdowns under his linguistic torment. ”

“…… Sounds like a warlock......" I judged.

"Yes, an Endless Nightmare for a Demon Warlock, GRE and TOEFL Student......" String Song Yayi nodded in agreement.

In our whispered secret discussion, the grief and anger in the hearts of the Yangtze River Delta have also reached their peak. With a hammer in one hand and a dagger in the other, he shouted loudly:

“…… If a fat man bullies a thin man, how does the thin man show his humility? Avenge! If a thin man bullies a fat man, then how should the fat man show his tolerance according to the example of the thin man...... Oh, you second uncle! ”

Belch......

After the extreme flowery and jewel-like rhetoric has taken a sharp turn, such a foul language suddenly popped up, and it was difficult for me to adapt to this drastic fluctuation of emotional changes. At this moment, I have no respect for this orc linguist with beautiful rhetoric: I just said the wrong sentence casually, and it is a bit deceitful to use the method of "you second master" to retaliate---- not to mention that the technical difficulty of doing so is too great, and I really can't find a second master who is related to me by blood.

Insulted by this intense intensity, I turned my face angrily, intending to seek justice from the fat man who had spoken outrageously......

Then I immediately became calm: it was just a minor misunderstanding.

Although the Yangtze River Delta is extremely determined to take the initiative to stand on the same front with those Bigfoot savages who are also fat people, they obviously do not have the intimacy of becoming "us" with the Yangtze River Delta. A wooden stick slammed firmly into his head as he made an impassioned speech in the Yangtze River Delta, and with a sinking and muddy crashing sound---- our orc shadow thief immediately cried out in pain as he held his head.

His pupils were moist, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears. I don't know if it was because he was moved by that generous speech about the fat man, or if the big wooden stick of the Sasquatch was too much for life to bear.

"You***, you actually dare to take advantage of my unprepared sneak attack, Lao Tzu stabbed you group of short-lived dead fat people......" wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the Yangtze River Delta immediately threw all kinds of remarks about "dead fat people" out of the clouds, and picked up the dagger with a cold light with a cruel smile and ruthlessly killed this group of cute bigfoot savages.

As a result, the Falvi continent has another fighter for the liberation movement with a firm stance and high morale.