Chapter 1303: Encounter after getting lost
"Ha~~~Hahu~~~Those bastards are really difficult to deal with."
I finally took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the fox tribe. Unexpectedly, the fox warriors refused to let me go. Seeing that they could not catch up with me, they took the teleportation array to Harrogas City and waited.
I originally thought I could get rid of them, but I was caught red-handed when I returned to the city gate, and I had to run away again before I got rid of them.
At this time, the effect of the cloak is revealed. With the hat on, no one can find out that we are the elders of the alliance. No one knows that the miserable cloaked man who is jumping up and down with his tail bitten by hundreds of fox warriors is me. Druid.
I think if in the original world, the person who invented the cloak would definitely win ten Nobel Prizes in a row.
The little fox must have woken up and discovered the chaos outside. I can even imagine her gnashing her teeth and cursing that the fool deserved it.
Forget it, let’s think about how to solve the problem at hand first.
be lost.
There was no doubt that he was being chased by the fox warriors and was running around without paying attention to his direction. When he got rid of his pursuers and came back to his senses, the surrounding street scenery was very strange.
Well, in fact, even if there were no pursuers, I would be blinded when I entered the city of Harrogas and couldn't tell the direction. But at least I could still identify myself to the guard and ask him to take me to Mara, right? So it’s not me who is wrong, it’s those fox warriors who are like the core backbone of the Legion of Death on Valentine’s Day.
Hmm... which direction should we go? Standing at the fork in the road, I was confused.
It would have been nice if there were passers-by. Unfortunately, the heavy snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. The snow under my feet was even up to my knees. There were even fewer pedestrians on the road than when the little fox and I were walking in the snow at the beginning. I stood at the intersection for a moment. , but I couldn’t see anyone.
Well, try the divination that Akara taught me. According to her, it is better than my seventh sense.
Why did the old fox use such a sentence pattern? Shouldn't it be said that it's more powerful than my seventh sense? It sounds like my seventh sense is very unreliable.
I throw a sword over my head at any time. Wherever the sword reaches, I will go wherever it goes. This is what Akara calls a method that is more powerful than my seventh sense. I always feel that it is very unreliable. There is really no way. Problem?
With a chirping sound, the sword fell down and stuck straight in the snow.
I:"……"
That's right, the snow is so thick, so the probability of this happening is the highest.
In other words, the old fox in Akara is really deceiving people.
I smacked my lips to show disdain, then awakened my sleeping seventh sense, and chose whatever I wanted... Ahem, no, I chose the right path under the guidance of my seventh sense.
I almost let it slip and exposed something that must not be exposed.
As we walked, the wind and snow became heavier, and everything in front of us was completely white. Even the druid's titanium alloy bear eyes were blurry when viewed ten meters away.
Although it was thanks to Mang Mang Feng Xue that he was able to get rid of the entanglement of the fox warriors, now it has become his own obstacle. It is true that success is determined by Feng Xue and failure is determined by Feng Xue.
Just when I was thinking about whether I should sit down at a bar, drink hot wine, and wait for the snow and wind to stop before looking for Mara's residence. As long as the snow and wind stopped, Mara's residence would be very easy to find. To facilitate the care of the injured, her house provided many wards, so the enthusiastic barbarians helped her build a five-story building in one go.
The first floor is as high as an ordinary three-story building. The height of the fifth floor can be imagined. In addition, her residence is located on a higher ground. Almost in the entire city of Harrogas, you can see three buildings when you look up. The building that stands out from the crowd is the tall tower of the Mages Guild. There is no explanation for this.
The other building is the clock tower. As soon as the bell above rings, at least thousands of tall barbarian warriors wearing armor and helmets will immediately gather to defend themselves like a great steel wall against those who dare to attack Harrogath. City of Warcraft and monsters.
The third building is Mara's residence. Even the residence of the barbarian leader is not as high as hers. It is conceivable that Mara's status in Harrogas is respected. These unruly barbarians can obey the alliance. , became a solid corner of the alliance and a loyal comrade-in-arms, in which Marat played the most important role.
As for the Amazons being able to fully integrate into the alliance and become a part of it like the barbarians, instead of just forming an alliance like other races, such as the fox people and werewolves, the various reasons for this must be learned from the Rog people. Speaking of the relationship with the Amazons, I heard Kane say it, but this knowledge is not very important to me with a limited brain capacity, so I have forgotten about it. I will ask next time. Ask and see.
It's better to find a bar first to warm up. If you're lucky, you might be able to meet Lao Ma and the others there.
Shrinking my neck and hugging my body tightly, I started walking around, looking for the obvious signs and atmosphere of the bar.
Probably this is not the main activity area for adventurers. After searching for a long time, all I could see were deserted streets and not a single bar. Just when I secretly screamed that I was unlucky, some subtle voice came in. in the ears.
The voice sounded clearly far away, but surprisingly, in the roaring snowstorm, it was unusually crisp, heavy, and prominent.
This sound is...
After all, he was an adventurer with nine years of experience. I recognized it as soon as I heard it. The continuous crisp sound should be the sound coming from the blacksmith shop.
Moreover, when a skilled blacksmith is forging, the frequency of the hammer in his hand and the sound he makes have their own unique characteristics, just like a person's facial fingerprint. For example, the old man Muradin, The clanging sound during forging sounded extremely obscene to old Farah and me, with a sense of stinginess in our bones.
Therefore, adventurers who often interact with blacksmiths can often tell who the other party is from their voices.
Of course, only those blacksmiths with high skills.
The voice coming from the distance already possessed such advanced skills, but it sounded a bit strange. I thought hard for a while and thought of several outstanding blacksmiths in Harrogas before I remembered who it was.
Well, Hasuk, the leading blacksmith in Harrogas City, of course, this is not the reason why I remember him. What I suddenly remembered is because he is Qiaxi’s father.
I remember that when I first met Qia Xi, I was attracted by the forging sound she made. Although it was not exquisite or profound, it was full of strength and hard work. What a fate.
Speaking of Qiaxi, she had left Camp Rogge a few years ago and embarked on her own journey as a blacksmith, because the primary weapons provided to her by the rookie adventurers there could no longer train her. , if I hadn’t always been able to bring back a lot of slightly more advanced equipment and weapons from outside, maybe she would have left a year or two earlier.
I don’t know where she has been in the past few years or whether she is doing well. After all, she is a friend I met when I first arrived at the camp.
All in all, let’s follow the sound to find Rasuk now, so that we can at least ask for directions.
Soon, an unusual red dot appeared in the white snow. It must be the forging furnace in the blacksmith shop. I shook my head and strode forward.
The outline of the blacksmith shop became clearer and clearer, and I could vaguely see a figure standing there. I was about to say hello when I heard the barbarian's loud voice yelling, blocking my words.
"Didn't I say it? We need to use a little more force here, and not so fast. What the blacksmith needs most is patience! Patience! It's not enough to knock randomly for a while. The accuracy also needs to be improved. One knock will occur every one hundred times. Wrong, my God, have you been looking at the scenery these years?"
There is no doubt that this is Uncle Hasuk's voice. He was heard scolding another figure next to him mercilessly, and then he knocked a few times with his hammer, as if to give the other person a warning. Make a demonstration.
Although this uncle suffers from tracheitis, he is quite stern and majestic.
I took a few steps closer, and the rustling sound of thick snow under my feet also attracted the attention of Hasuk and another figure whose appearance was mostly obscured by his tall and majestic body.
"Hey, Uncle Hasuk, long time no see, I didn't disturb you." I waved to the wide-eyed Hasuk and took off the cloak and hat on my head.
"Who did I think it was? It turns out to be your kid. Hahahaha. What a coincidence. What a coincidence. What a fate. Come on, come on in and sit down."
With his eyes wide open and he looked me up and down for a long time, Uncle Hasuk suddenly burst into deafening laughter.
fate?
I was completely puzzled that I could hear such delicate words from the mouth of a savage who was careless and had no sense of beauty. It was like a sloppy rough man who suddenly performed an elegant elf etiquette on you.
Could it be that when Uncle Hasuk was forging one day, he suddenly had an epiphany when he heard a thunder in the sky, and he embarked on the path of no return as a literary blacksmith?
But soon, I understood why I could hear the two awkward words fate from Uncle Hasuk’s mouth, which did not fit the image of a barbarian.
Another voice that was relatively petite and exquisite, hidden by his tall figure, came out from behind him and looked at me with surprise and joy.
"Elder Fan, is it really you?"
Her golden hair color is like mature wheat, without any impurities. Below it is a pair of beautiful brown pupils full of perseverance and hard work. Her face is upright, delicate and delicate. Although it is not as round and cute as a human girl, it has a softer heroic spirit. , combined with the long wheat-colored ponytail hair and the beautiful eyes that are always so firm and confident, give others a kind of sunny and positive beauty that is different from Tia.
There are no thick and convex bones and convex rhombus muscles of other barbarians. Whether it is limbs or waist, they are all very well-proportioned, slender, and even perfect. Probably because of long-term dealings with forging furnaces, the fair skin has a slight tendency to wheat. Her skin color is a bit lighter than Dia's. If she could be a little smaller, standing next to Dia, she might look like two sisters, one innocent and full of energy, the other strong and hard-working.
If she didn't have the characteristics of a barbarian in terms of height, even if she was an Amazon or a human, no one would find it strange. This barbarian girl is one of the very few barbarians, perhaps even the only one who meets the requirements of other large barbarians. Pretty girl with majority ethnic aesthetic.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the pair of elastic breasts on her chest. Even if she is scaled down to the size of a human girl, she is still quite huge, only slightly unreal! Linya in the liberated state with a chest bandage.
Who else could this be if he wasn't Qiaxi?
"Is it really you, Charsi?"
The unexpected encounter also filled my heart with joy. I hadn’t seen her for several years, but the girl in front of me remained the same.
"Yes, Elder Fan, it's me, Qiaxi, long time no see, are you okay?"
Qiaxi couldn't help but stepped forward, holding my hand tightly, her clear brown eyes clearly reflecting my appearance.
I raised my head slightly and looked at Qiaxi.
Compared to when I first arrived at the camp nine years ago, years of combat training have made me a lot taller. Although I am still far away from Qiaxi, a tall man who is over two meters tall, at least I will not be like the first time I saw her. When the time comes, you have to look up.
Of course, this feeling also contains a powerful strength. Nine years ago, I was just a little druid who had not even mastered the power, but now I am a strong player in the field. Even if I see Quar Kate, who is nearly five meters tall and is a monster among barbarians, does not feel like looking up to her.
Even bigger and more powerful monsters have fallen at his feet.
I felt that the hands of Qiaxi holding my own were very slender and slender, but due to the long-term forging, they felt a bit rough, similar to the small hands holding Sister Sharna, but probably also because of the long-term forging, Qiaxi's The hands were very warm, conveying her deep friendship to him from above.
Ha, I have to finish another 7,000 words tomorrow. Why can’t Xiao Qi learn well? RO
