"Fart! Someone! Come here! Beat this bastard to death! Beat him!"
The noble ladies suddenly broke through their defenses, looked extremely ferocious, and roared like crazy.
"You are interfering with the development of human civilization and art! What you are doing is a serious crime!
Wait! Ouch! My eyes! Ouch! My legs! Don’t hit! Don’t hit!”
Before Aganfu finished speaking, he was punched in the eye.
After that, I felt like I was hit by countless punches all over my body.
The conflict broke out completely, and he and several orcs were quickly overwhelmed, with screams one after another.
When the sun goes down.
The ladies finally stopped and warned:
"Aganfu! This is our last warning! If you still dare to let your elf continue to dance and seduce men! The next time you will die! Do you know?
Don’t think that bastard from Ireland will support you! That old guy! I’ve asked my father to warn him! If you dare to stop me again, you’ll make him look good! Huh!”
This is the wife of the Irish Viscount, a bejeweled lady in her early forties.
"..."
Aganfu and several orcs were covered in bruises at the moment, with blood pouring from their mouths and noses. It looked like they had lost half of their lives, and they were unable to respond at all.
Seeing them like this, these women didn't feel satisfied, and actually spat at them several times before leaving.
After a while, one of the orcs climbed up tremblingly from the ground, came to Aganfu and helped him up, saying with difficulty:
"Why are these human women so barbaric? Even us half-orc women are not like this! Damn it! I was almost beaten to death!"
"Ouch~ Ouch~ Go... find a carriage, and then take me... to... the Temple of the Sun... to find a priest, I... need treatment..."
Aganfu groaned repeatedly, his face full of pain.
The half-orc steeled himself, ran outside to find a carriage, and then worked with the coachman to carry him up and go to the Temple of the Sun for treatment.
After spending 10 silver coins at a time, Aganfu could calm down and lie down on the sofa in his villa.
At this moment, the entire living room of the villa was filled with injured orcs and some frightened elves.
"What should we do now? Those savage human women warned us...if we ignore it this time, maybe someone will be killed next time.
The hand bones and leg bones of several of our brothers have been broken. If we don't go directly to the temple for treatment and just rely on slow recovery, it will take at least half a year."
One of the orcs said worriedly.
"Bah! Those damn crazy women! Do they know what stupid things they are doing? Good! Good! Don't let us continue to operate!?
Then give it a try!
You guys go back to me right now! Go back to Green Forest! Tell the master everything!! I want them to look good!"
Aganfu slapped the tables and chairs angrily and shouted.
.............................
A few days later.
Accompanied by a bang.
Rand fell from the sky. He had just flown around happily and returned to the green forest to enjoy a delicious meal.
But a group of orcs blocked the tree hole where he lived.
The moment one of them saw him, he yelled:
"Master! Master! It's not good! Something bad is happening!"
This voice immediately made Rand's heart jump instinctively. Where had he heard this before?
His eyebrows were raised, looking down from a high position, and he carefully looked at this orc, who was relatively small compared to him. His super memory allowed him to recognize him immediately, and he was one of the orcs who had been assigned to Aganfu.
Something happened at Aganfu?
His eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with fierce light.
Whoever dares to touch his money tree will be killed by him!
"Tell me! What happened!"
Rand immediately roared.
The Orcs also immediately told everything. After hearing this, Rand spewed out two flames from his nostrils, but he did not kill him impulsively. Instead, he asked the Orcs to inform Aganf and let him tell the Irish city's strength.
Find out more and come back!
So, another few weeks passed.
Green forest, meadow.
Sitting here are one large, two small and three dragons, as well as a group of orcs, Aganf himself and Yakus.
In the center, Rand sat squatting, his red eyes constantly scanning Aganfu and others, and slowly spoke:
"Have you found out everything? How many troops are there in the Irish Viscount City? Senior professionals?"
“Master! I’ve found out everything!
The Irish Viscount has five thousand soldiers. In the entire city, there are three archmages, two great warriors, several other high-level professions, and five dragon-hunting crossbows.
However, among those high-level professionals, only three or four can really be used by the Irish Viscount."
The longer Aganfu spoke to the end, the deeper his voice became.
Everyone here knows what these data represent.
This means that the opponent's strength is far superior to theirs!
If you want to deal with this kind of lineup, I'm afraid only the legendary level experts can do it!
And does their master... possess legendary strength?
"laugh……"
Rand blew out two streams of hot air from his nostrils, and his expression was somewhat incomprehensible:
"Aganfu, you did a great job! Then you can go directly to other noble territories to develop."
"Then... what about the Irish Viscount? Are we going to let them go like this?"
"Of course this is impossible! I, Rand Safis Oakburn, have always bullied others! There is no reason for anyone to bully me! This time will be no exception!"
"Your Excellency Rand! Please don't be impulsive! After all, the other party is a viscount with a long heritage. If a war breaks out directly, we may not be able to compete."
Yakus frowned and had to remind him.
He has lived in Green Forest for several months, and he has almost seen the strength here. At this moment, except for Rand, they are not particularly strong.
But the potential is huge!
Because, there are three full-headed dragons!
As long as these three-headed dragons continue to grow, it will be no problem to deal with a mere viscounty, but this is not the case now!
They must be patient and continue to grow!
Yakus didn't want the force he had just joined to suffer heavy losses or even die because of a trivial matter.
"Yakus! Human vision will eventually limit you!
What does war look like to you?
The two sides gathered all their fighting strength, and then collided with each other amidst roars and shouts? They waved the sharp blades in their hands and swung their staffs to release spells?
No! No! No! No! Real war is never something so superficial!"
Rand showed a weird smile, making others confused.
"So in your opinion, what is war?"
“Have you ever heard of a saying?
The truth of war is only within the range of the cannon!
And I! Rand Safis Oakburn holds the absolute truth!"
"You mean cannon? I've heard of this. It seems to be a weapon of the Goblin Empire. It has the ability to strike at a long distance and is quite powerful, comparable to the 3-ring fireball technique.
But what does it have to do with truth?”
Yacus was a little confused.
"Don't you understand? It doesn't matter! Soon, I think you will understand! Hehehehe~"
Rand sneered, and under the puzzled looks of many people, he shook his dragon wings and fled high into the sky.