The meat of the two-footed flying dragon was quite strong and chewy, but it was not tough and difficult to chew. It was really first-class meat. Paired with the spices and spirits that the dwarves were proud of, the roast was just right, so everyone's mouths were covered with oil. After eating, they could only feel the strong aroma lingering in the corners of their mouths. It was really an endless aftertaste.
Such a roast meat, if sold in a bustling big city, might be sold for dozens of gold coins. It not only tasted good, but also had a certain nourishing effect on the body. If one could eat this kind of food often, his body could become extremely strong without special exercise.
Almost all the children of the big nobles were trained like this.
"Delicious! It's so delicious! "Gerrard couldn't help but exclaim loudly after a mouthful of roast meat.
"Wrought Iron's craftsmanship is really getting better and better!" Old Soth nodded and praised, "When you are old in the future, this cooking skill will be the best heirloom!"
Wrought Iron was nearly 50 years old, which was considered young and promising for a dwarf. He probably still had hundreds of years to live. Hearing Soth's praise, this dwarf, who had been adventuring with Soth since 30 years ago, couldn't help but laugh, "I remember when we first met, I hunted a wolf and was roasting it. You sneaked over, and I thought you were going to steal something. But you said, 'I'll exchange my spirits for your roast meat' …"
"Yes, it's been almost 30 years in the blink of an eye. At that time, I had just started my career, and I always wanted to do a big business, make a lot of money, and make a name for myself. " Old Soth stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Now my son has grown up. Not long ago, he complained to me that little Parker didn't want to stay at home and learn how to do business. Instead, he wanted to follow his grandfather and travel the world …"
"It's been 30 years. We are all old."
"The word 'all' is not used correctly. Only Soth and I are old. Wrought Iron, you are still young." The half-elf, who also had a beard, smiled and shook his head, "Soth's energy is not as good as before. In a few years, I won't have the energy to travel with the caravan. When the young people take over, you, as their uncle, will need to help them. "
Wrought Iron suddenly frowned and said, "I don't know how to do business! It's not a problem for me to take them on adventures, but to take them on business? Aren't you just waiting to lose money? "
"Don't worry, it's not like we're retreating just because we say so. We'll still be with them for a while." Sovann's wrinkled face was filled with a kind smile. "Also … before I die, I want to visit the Ancient Elven Temple again and have a good chat with the immortal elder."
"I agree! The wine in the temple is delicious, and Elder Frog is also very kind. "Wrought Iron immediately became spirited." When the time comes, let's go and have a drink together! "
While talking, Sui Xiong suddenly felt a strong malice coming from afar. He hurriedly reminded Gerrard. Gerrard stood up and saw a group of Orcs riding on Mount Wolves galloping towards them.
"Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves! Everyone, defend! "
The Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves was a notorious bandit group in the Four Northwestern Towns. This group of bandits came from the Northern Wilderness. They were numerous and vicious. Everywhere he went, not even a chicken or a dog was spared. He was savage to the extreme. The mission to annihilate them had been hanging on the reward column of the four towns, but no one had been able to complete it. More than once, adventurers wanted to find trouble with them, but they never returned.
For various reasons, the Four Northwestern Towns did not set up an army. This might be to prevent a war, but it also made them unable to suppress large bandit groups like the Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves, which came and went like the wind.
Gradually, the organization of the Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves grew stronger and stronger. They even dared to attack the business groups living in the open space on the edge of the town, and they succeeded again and again.
This time, it was obvious that they were here to attack the business groups again.
Seeing dozens of green-skinned Orcs riding on gray Mount Wolves, the merchants all panicked. Without saying anything, they decisively dropped the goods and ran towards the village to find a safe place to hide, hoping that the bandits would leave after they had taken enough, and that they could save their lives. The brave ones took out their weapons and turned their carriages into fences, determined to fight to the death. Even if they died, they wanted to die with dignity. As for the smartest ones, they ran straight to the "Lucky Gold Coin", hoping to cooperate with them and seize the possible chance of survival.
The leaders of the "Lucky Gold Coin" were all experienced adventurers. As soon as they found that the bandits were coming, they were immediately ready to fight. With amazing agility, Old Soth rushed to the distance in two or three steps and began to set traps. His speed was extremely fast, and he could complete a trap in about two or three breaths, fully demonstrating the superb skills of a senior thief. The bodyguards were not in a hurry to put on a full set of equipment, and with the help of the carriages, they were ready to fight. The dwarf who was busy barbecuing just now got into the carriage, and after a while, when he came out, he had already put on a heavy armor that was as heavy as a tortoise shell, and turned into a powerful heavily armored warrior. The half-elf inserted a lot of arrows on the ground around him, so that he could shoot quickly. Even the workers took out leather armor and weapons from the carriages, and were ready to fight.
"Brother … Brother White, where is your weapon?" Palin seemed a little nervous, probably because it was the first time he had encountered such a situation. He held his crystal-inlaid wand and nervously prepared to cast a spell, but he could not calm down. Perhaps to increase his confidence, he approached the big man Gerrard and asked in a low voice.
Since he became a giant after his rebirth, Gerrard had never used a weapon. He buried the tomahawk he used in the past in the ruins of the White Leaves Village, and buried it with that memory. At this moment, he was bare-handed, and did not even have a handy weapon.
Seeing that the enemy was getting closer and closer, he frowned, looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up. With quick steps, he came to a big tree with a diameter of about a foot wide.
"You … what are you going to … do?" There was a merchant next to the tree, who was trembling to put on his leather armor. When he saw Gerrard suddenly coming, he was shocked and stammered.
Gerrard ignored him, and looked up and down at the tree.
The trunk was straight, the wood was fine, and the branches and leaves were luxuriant. It was very suitable.
So he bent down, slightly pulled the tree with his left hand, and held the trunk with his right hand. In the stunned eyes of the nearby merchants, he shouted and pulled it up. The splashed soil fell like raindrops, and some even fell into the mouth of the silly guy next to him, who opened his mouth wide.
Weighing the weight of the tree, and looking at the messy roots, Gerrard shook his head, and was a little dissatisfied.
The roots were a bit in the way, and it was easy to hurt his companions in the fight.
So he leaned the root against the ground and stomped on it a few times. Then he picked it up and stroked it with his thick palm, cleaning up the hindering roots. Finally, it looked a little presentable. Then he waved it a few more times and sighed.
"It's a bit light, and the center of gravity is not good, but it's okay."
However, this scene had already left everyone dumbfounded. It wasn't that these traveling merchants hadn't seen Hercules before, but they had never seen someone with such exaggerated strength! Although there was indeed a rumor in folklore that the giant used a tree as a club, when this scene really happened in front of them, even if they knew that the giant was their comrade, the instinct of the weak still made them feel suffocated and weak in the knees.
However, seeing that their comrade was so strong also greatly increased their confidence of victory. For a moment, those panicked merchants also calmed down, and even those who wanted to hide ran out, took out their weapons, and wanted to fight side by side.
The Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves was indeed powerful and dangerous, but could they be more powerful and more dangerous than a giant who pulled up a tree and used it as a stick?
Obviously not!
In this case, there was nothing to be afraid of!
Gerrard, carrying his "big stick", returned to the team of the Lucky Gold Coin, stood at the front of the team, and swaggered to face the roaring bandits.
In his past adventuring career, he had fought with bandits more than once. But he had never been so confident and fearless as he was today.
He even had the leisure to turn his head, wave the tree, which was taller than four or five people stacked together, and said to Palin, who looked uneasy, with a smile, "Here, look, this is my weapon."
"What a reliable weapon!" The dwarf Wrought Iron exclaimed, "It's really convenient to be tall!"
"In fact, I'd rather use a normal one, such as a hammer or an axe," Gerrard said, "but I can't find one that fits my figure!"
"The next town we're going to is Gold-Panning Town, which is rich in ore. I'll make a weapon for you then, "the dwarf said. "Although my craftsmanship in making weapons is only average, it shouldn't be difficult for me to make a big axe."
"That's settled then!" Gerrard laughed, "The reward … well, here comes the reward."
As they were talking, the Orcs riding on wolves had approached. Apparently, they also noticed Gerrard, and for a moment, they all pulled the reins, hesitating to move forward.
It should be known that facing a giant who was as tall as the walls of the town, and who was holding a whole tree as a weapon with one hand, not many people would have the courage to rush to death at the obvious risk of being smashed into minced meat.
Even the bandits were the same.
The leader of the bandits, "Bloody Hand" Ruhr, was an Orc wearing leather armor that flashed with magic aura, and the scimitar in his hand was also flashing with magic aura.
He was very clear about how terrible the power of this giant was. If it was in normal times, he would definitely take his subordinates to detour, and would never provoke this opponent — not to mention the possible risks, just the price to pay to kill this giant was irreparable.
To kill such an opponent, he was afraid that he had to be mentally prepared to sacrifice half of the bandit group.
Without the bandit group, what was he in this barbarian land?
However, the news he got from a reliable source strengthened his confidence.
His eyes fell on Gerrard's right wrist, staring at the bone bracelet that was faintly shining with magic aura.
As long as he could get this treasure, even if he had to sacrifice the whole bandit group!
A legendary treasure was enough for him to run amok in the four towns. Even if he returned to those prosperous areas, it was enough for him to settle down and enjoy a luxurious life.
In this case, the historical mission of the "Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves" could also come to an end!
Thinking of this, he finally made up his mind, waved his scimitar, and issued an attack order.
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