Chapter Thirty-Eight It's Decided, Sidious, I'll Call You
The guest room in the Chestnut Carl Stew Tavern is a two-story underground den, very simple, without any decoration or furnishings. But it is spacious, clean, well ventilated, and the floor is covered with furs and straw. The Flint Tribe has been trading with humans all year round, and there are many details
They all pay attention to it. In such an orderly place, you can also find bathrooms and washrooms with well water supply. As long as you are willing to pay, you can still have a good rest.
Griffith took care of himself and sat on a pile of hay, rubbing his bone ring:
"Minos, if a battle breaks out, how long will it take for you to assemble your troops?"
The bone ring responded to him: "Minos detected that there is a large amount of living matter nearby, which can be used to create an army. Minos suggested injecting energy in advance and creating small-scale troops on standby. Minos can arrange them to perform simple repetitive tasks.
, awaiting your further orders."
"What about the distance?"
"Under the current conditions, troops within a range of no more than three thousand meters will strictly implement Minos and your instructions. Beyond this range, they may lose control and be attracted to flesh and blood for prey."
Griffith thought for a while and asked Minos to first create some living corpses to lurk. Then, he raised another question:
"Are the rings of the Blood Warrior and the Shadow Priest also made by Mr. Hermit? How much do you know? What is their ability?"
"Minos does not understand the abilities of Ruche and Zultila, but he can be sure that each magic ring has completely different abilities, and they are all creations of Mr. Hermit."
Mr. Hermit created these nine magic rings and gave different powers to the participants. Each one is likely to have extraordinary power in different ways...
Griffith leaned against the wall and thought. There was a certain chance that he got the bone ring Minos. The five people who entered the sewer to fight that day were probably within the prediction range of Mr. Hermit. Anyone who got it was expected.
The result. Since then, the bone ring has regained its power by continuously absorbing source matter and materials. This can only be regarded as a fee that must be paid to use the ring.
Neither Mr. Hermit nor Minos claimed the cost of obtaining the value itself, as if it were free.
The free one must be the most expensive.
Griffith is wary, but now he cannot do without Minos's assistance. In a series of adventures, if there were no frost, blood and undead runes, he would have long... No, if there was no Minos
It was time for Griffith to make his final call during the Battle of Baron Anselm.
Griffith had bad thoughts one after another.
Even after leaving the cruel front line, the cruel qualities of the layers of conspiracies behind the seemingly safe rear have not diminished at all. Without the bone ring, he would not have been able to leave the Whispering Forest alive, so Galadia's actions in Canaan a few days ago
What will happen in the incident... Sidious, although he has been showing that he hates me and talks tough, he actually left his sister and Hanguang in my hands. What would he do if I was not there?
What about the arrangements...
Bad thoughts came to him one after another. Griffith thought about a lot of things, and rolled on the hay mat with his head in his hands.
"Griffith? What are you doing?" Galadia opened the small door and walked in, just in time to see the knight-to-be rolling around on the hay, "Making the bed?"
She was wearing a sleeveless thin shirt, with drops of water still hanging on her bare arms. She had taken off the trousers and boots she wore during the trip, her light green skirt was short, and a pair of white and smooth long legs appeared without warning.
passed by Griffith.
"The well water here is quite cool," the elf girl sat down next to Griffith and took out a towel to wipe her long hair. "Would you like to take a shower too?"
Griffith only felt a faint fragrance caressing his soul, and his slim curves were looming under the shirt and the moonlight. A ball of flames burned in his chest, making him feel that he could turn into a fire dragon and burn down the town at any time.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that the prospective knight had no reaction, Galadia leaned closer to him, "You shouldn't be thinking about something like this or that, right?"
You are so perceptive! Griffith almost confessed when his thoughts were revealed. He rubbed his forehead:
"I'll prepare a room for you."
"Let a beautiful elf girl sleep alone in a place full of scary orcs?" The elf lady came over and gently tapped the back of his hand with her fingers.
How can this plot be like this book? Griffith immediately shook his head: "So, share a room with Aslante?"
"We'll fight in five minutes."
"Then, then, I'll sleep in the corridor and watch outside..."
"Are you going to agree to the orc's request and help him fight in the arena?" Miss Elf shook her head, "What if you don't rest~"
You're right, but I can't rest well while you're here! Griffith turned his head and saw his fragrant shoulders and white arms that couldn't be covered by his shirt, as well as some of the clothes underneath that were tightly clamped under the hem of the skirt.
Those long legs were as smooth as jade, and his mind was blank.
Galadia rubbed herself against Griffith, leaning completely into his arms, and her heart-tugging soft voice echoed in her heart: "I will be an adult in a few days."
"Emmm..." These words had many meanings, and Griffith couldn't help but guess the boldest path.
"Perhaps, that orc has already prepared a conspiracy, and a group of enemies will besiege us later."
After hearing this, Griffith shook his head: "Don't worry, I have already made preparations. As a last resort, I will mobilize the zombie tide to attack this town to create opportunities. Of course, if I can use it to be less eye-catching,
way to leave, it is better not to use the zombie tide.
"Assisting Brunave will bring some dangers, but together with Aslante, we are very sure of winning. Letting him seize the position of clan leader is the most controllable plan, which can increase my strength in the clan alliance.
Allies can also reduce the risk of intensified blockades and searches in the event that the Baroque patriarch is still in power."
Griffith has already thought about this problem. As his strength increases, he is more and more inclined to adopt proactive offensive strategies to open up situations. Moreover, now that the gods are beginning to compete, he urgently needs to improve his strength.
The orcs keep their promises. If there is a leader of the orc clan alliance as an ally, and the territory still occupies the transportation artery, there will be many things that can work in the future.
"You're here again..."
For some reason, Miss Elf chuckled and complained, sat up and gently pulled his shoulders.
Griffith fell down obediently and rested his head on Galadia's lap.
Oh——! The feeling is different, Sonia’s is softer, Galadia’s is more elastic!
Miss Elf gently stroked his hair, slid her fingers across his cheeks, and pressed his forehead.
"Stop thinking so wildly and go to bed early."
"Well," Griffith nodded, "when things get to this point, we can only live in such a simple underground house..."
"I don't care~" the girl pinched his ear, "I'm very satisfied if I can leave safely with you."
"I mean, well, if it wasn't such a critical situation," Griffiths stared at the roof made of mud and wood with wide eyes, and muttered, "If conditions are met, I feel like there is something above my head.
It would be better to have a glass window where you can see the starry sky, with a fine wool blanket underneath."
"Well, not bad~" the girl nodded, "What else?"
What else? What else? Why? Griffith was stunned for a moment, and he started to think hard:
"Candles, lots of white candles, um, and roses?"
"Yeah, what else is there?"
"A bottle of red wine, um, I'll bring out the best moonshine! Oh, by the way, there's also a chestnut cake."
"Well, it's worthy of praise, although the chestnut cake can be dispensed with," Galadia's bright eyes seemed to have a wave of autumn water in her eyes, "What else?"
Why else? Do I have a magic bottle that can conjure all things? Griffith shook his head in confusion, indicating that he had entered a blind spot in knowledge.
"There should also be a big bathtub filled with hot water, sprinkled with rose petals, and there should be candles next to it," the girl raised her head and imagined, "and the rose essential oil cannot be given up."
Well, we really can’t give up...
When Griffith woke up, the faint morning light shone in through the small window. He turned his head and found Galadia lying next to him, breathing softly. The morning light shone on her body, giving her
The waist-length hair and long white legs bring a light golden halo.
There was a faint smile on her pretty face, and she didn't know which beautiful dream she was immersed in. She was lying on her side, the curve under her slender waist formed a pleasing arc, and her smooth long legs were gently rubbing...
Griffith took a deep breath and muttered a mysterious and powerful name in his heart:
"Sidious Villanoy, although I don't know your true intentions yet, I am willing to give you the highest title. When we meet next time, I will call you -
"Brother-in-law, eh."
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Today is August 19, 1444 in the Second Age, the second day after a group of people arrived at the Firestone Tribe.
Amid martial law and blockade, orcs, half-orcs, trolls, humans, even dwarves and other races from all directions came to the arena to welcome the solemn and sacred second season of Uruhai.
A goblin shouted in the stands with a tin microphone:
"Three scumbags from God knows where."
Griffith walked into the preliminaries arena with Brunave and Aslante. It didn't look very formal. It was just an open space surrounded by a grocery store, stables and garbage dumps. There were about 77,888 spectators sitting there.
On the roof, eating fat maggots and picking his nostrils.
Facing them were three orcs. They had blue-grey skin, were short but burly, and held sparkling daggers and red bucklers with metal edges in their hands. These three guys were all wearing the rare bright red.
Clothes and pants.
"Invite the three red-backed brothers! They come from a lakeside town with pleasant and beautiful scenery. They specialize in ambushing passers-by. They have countless lives in their hands!"
The audience let out a feeble cheer.
"The three of them are street gangsters and road bullies," Brunave curled his lips at the three orcs, "They specialize in attacking humans. Do you want to practice your skills?"
Griffith pulled on his wolf-head mask and drew his sword forward. Hanguang groaned in his hand, cheering for the upcoming battle.
"I am Brother Redback."
"I am the second brother Chibei."
Okay, then you are the third red-backed brother, right? Griffith glanced at the other orc.
"I am Kazka Redback, the Spinebreaker, the reckless adventurer killer, the lurker of the shadow of the boulder," the third orc said solemnly and seriously, "I am the orc who is determined to become the king of Roadhog."
"..."
Griffith suddenly felt weak and sighed: "You three come together, I'm in a hurry."