"Refreshing, I like this kind of character. Unlike other people who obviously want to pretend to be coy." Rasuk's laughter became louder and he looked at me with more and more satisfied eyes.

I’ve said it all, don’t look at me like a mother-in-law looks at a son-in-law. It’s absolutely impossible for Qiaxi and I to do that. Among other things, her height alone makes me feel a lot of pressure as a man...

After putting away the headdress, I thought about the purpose of my visit and quickly told Rasuk.

"That's right, that's right. As a new adventurer, if you want to gain our respect in Harrogas, you must complete a task. I can't help you with this, but I believe that with your strength

, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Rasuk nodded solemnly.

"Has Lord Mara told you the content of the mission?"

"Yes, destroy some trebuchets in Bloody Hills and kill Warlord Shank deep in Bloody Hills, is that right?"

"That's right. Go ahead, kid. When you come back after completing your mission, I can guarantee that all the barbarians in Harrogas will treat you like a family member."

I got the mission from Rasuk. Just as I was saying goodbye, he stopped me and told me. If you want to complete the mission as soon as possible, you might as well go find Qalkek, a barbarian warrior of Harrogath.

The instructor leader, if you go to him for help, just say what I said to Rasuk, otherwise he will never get a 20% discount from me in the future.

After coming out of the blacksmith shop in Rasuk, Linya Xiaonizi's blue eyes kept staring at me: "Unexpectedly, Brother Wu's 'friendship' is vast. He can even come to the remote Halogas."

It’s related, I really admire you.”

Hehe, Xiao Nizi was talking sarcastically, and she smelled sour. I stepped forward and pinched her cheek: "Do you think it's possible for you, Brother Wu, me, and Qia Xi?"

As he spoke, he compared the height of his head, then pinched his toes and raised his arms to compare the approximate height of Qia Xi. He said helplessly.

Linya burst into laughter. She rolled her eyes at me charmingly: "Maybe, height is not a problem. Qiaxi's breasts are bigger than mine, better than mine..." She couldn't continue talking in the middle of the sentence, and her tone was so bad.

It became sour again.

"..."

By the way, on your birthday, weren't you still worried that your breasts were too big? Why do you care about them again now?

Linya's jealous little girly attitude was so cute. Seeing that there was no one around, I hugged her and kissed her hard before giving up. I used practical actions to prove my innocence, although I don't understand whether such behavior is true.

That’s the proven effect.

Speaking of Qiaxi’s breasts, I was reminded of a joke circulating in the camp. The children in the camp had an entertainment, which was probably similar to ancient Cuju. They used boiled and sun-dried tough rattan to weave something like a football.

We played with takraw balls of different sizes all day long. Once, a child kicked the ball hard into the alley. The child ran to pick it up. He happened to come out of the alley. The child looked at it in confusion.

He asked her: "Sister, why are you hiding my balls in your arms? Can you give them back to me?"

When I told Linya this gossip, she laughed so hard that she gasped. Even though the big breasts on her chest were tightly bound by bandages, they began to feel restless. I couldn't help but secretly guess that if Linya had been there at that time,

When it comes out, will the child say: "Sister, why did you cut my ball in half and hide it in your arms?"

We were talking and laughing all the way, and soon we arrived at the Harrogas training area. Before anyone arrived, a wave of shouts and heat waves rushed towards us, and the air was filled with a heavy fighting spirit.

It was as if dozens of ferocious beasts were roaring across the street.

Stepping into the training camp, you can see barbarians everywhere with their upper bodies naked and sweating profusely in the ice and snow. In Harrogas, no matter whether they have the talent to become an adventurer or not, every barbarian must receive certain combat training. This kind of

The training is extremely cruel, and if you are not careful, you can be seriously injured or even die.

As we walked and watched, we saw with our own eyes more than a dozen young barbarians lying in a pool of blood and being hurriedly sent out. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Under such stimulation, all the barbarians were

I won't show any mercy. Rather than saying this is a training camp, it feels more like a colosseum to me.

We found the Qualkek that Rasuk mentioned. He was a guy a little taller than Rasuk. He walked in Harrogas for a short time and saw no less than thousands of barbarians. I have never seen this before.

I've never seen such a big guy like him.

Wearing a pair of heavy armor that smelled of blood, Qualkek stood opposite us with his arms folded, like an armed fortress, which made people fearful. The petite Linya was only half as tall as him.

When speaking, you must raise your head high.

"Dong——dong——"

The heavy armor seemed like nothing to him. He walked in front of us with steady and powerful steps. His huge body immediately completely covered the scenery behind him, and it was as if there was an unattainable mountain lying in front of him.

.

"Did Rasuk call you here?"

Qualkek looked at us with sharp eyes and spoke in a buzzing voice that perfectly matched his giant size.

"Yes."

Facing Qualkek's huge body, I smiled and nodded in agreement without fear. Just kidding, if we transform into a blood bear, it would be great if he could reach up to our thighs. Why should we be afraid?

Qualkek looked at me closely, and finally blew out a huge breath from his nose: "Yes, there is some courage."

"That guy is probably threatening me with a discount again, you damn old man." He cursed a few times and turned his attention to me again.

"Although I don't know how you managed to please him and get this special advice from this bad-tempered old man, but you have to understand one thing for me. Rasuk asked you to destroy the trebuchet and kill the warlord Shank.

In order to prove your strength, if you think that issuing such a task is to reduce our burden..."

At this point, Qualkek bent down, put his big face in front of me, stared into his bloodshot eyes that were bigger than a bull, and said word by word: "That's a big mistake!

!”

Just like what Rasuk said, this Qualkek is indeed an extremely proud, or perhaps extremely narcissistic barbarian.

"Of course. Seeing these powerful barbarian warriors here, I believe that under your protection, the Tris Mountains will be one of the safest places in the entire Darkness."

Naturally, I would not be stupid enough to get into trouble with Qualkete, so I said this with a hint of compliment.

"Well, that's right, you are a good boy." Qualkirk nodded with satisfaction, showing a smile.

"If you want to hire our barbarian warriors, just tell me and I will pick the best guy for you, even though every guy here is so good."

Then, Qualkek gave us a map, which was about the distribution of trebuchets in the Bloody Hills, as well as a marked map of several locations where Warlord Shank might be reborn.

When leaving, Qualkek seemed to have remembered something, and said loudly to us from a distance: "Remember, boy, no one else, the Arreat Mountains are the safest place in the world under our protection."

!!”
Chapter completed!