Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 459 I'm thinking, this bean sprouts don't have much strength

Buckets of fresh bread were brought to the long table by the waiter, and a large amount of fresh sea fish was stuffed into the stomach by the ogre before they even had time to cook.

The ogre known as the big brother is the fastest eater, and the food in front of him is often wiped out within three seconds.

The tavern owner hurried out, bowed to ask the two elves sitting on the bench, and said in a low voice, "Sir and Ma'am, our food is almost eaten up by these ogres, and the three-day reserve has bottomed out. Do you think it's time to stop?"

Imrik, who propped his face to watch these ogres eating, completely regarded these guys as circus performers. To be honest, watching them eat was a bit joyful.

After hearing what the boss said, he took out Elvis' bank card and threw it to him, "I don't care how much food you have left, but I have to feed these big guys until they are full."

The boss who got the reply bowed and nodded, and immediately called the worker to find food after taking the bank card. He thought the two elves were just watching a joke and didn't intend to spend money on these ogres.

But since all the money has been given, there is no reason not to continue selling rice.

"They can really eat." A look of novelty appeared in Etila's eyes. If ogres were used to assemble an army of a thousand people, they would not know how to solve the problem of food alone.

"Otherwise, why are they called ogres? When they are so hungry, they can even eat their own people."

After eating and drinking enough, the ogre began to feel a little sleepy, lying on the ground panting heavily, obviously very tired.

Only the eldest brother was still awake. After hiccupping, he looked at the two bean sprouts who were still chatting, "Elf, my name is Mu Geer, and I used to be a big man with a hard rock."

"So how did you come to Lustria?" Imrik was a little interested in the experience of this ogre. The scars all over his body showed that this guy must have experienced countless battles.Although the other younger brothers looked a little silly, their strong physiques were not deceiving. With their natural brute strength, they could lead a small-scale encounter.

"My boss lost in the tyrant duel, and I had some grievances with the new boss, so I followed the Cathayans to Tyrell, and after a few years, I followed the caravan to this place." Recalling the past, Mu Geer picked up a barrel of malt wine and began to sip it.

I don't know if he was sad because of this incident, or he was greedy for this drink.

"But since you are in charge of my meals, you want to hire us, right?" Mu Geer's eyes showed a gleam. He is not an idiot, otherwise he would have been eaten by the new boss.

To be honest, Imrik is a bit disgusted with these ogres. If it was placed in the past, it may need a little large unit to fill the impact.

But the right to explain the big plan is in our hands. Our lizard people have many kinds of giant beasts, but the monitor lizard, which is the monster infantry, is a bit worrying about its IQ...

But seeing Etila's slightly curious eyes, he thought, forget it, it's not a big problem to keep a few for fun.

After all, in the old world, it was not unusual to see an ogre, but if you encountered a lizardman, you would definitely feel that it was a monster that came out of nowhere.

"I don't want to hire you, I want to be your new boss." Imrik's tone was affirmative, as if this matter was natural.

"Impossible, it is impossible for us to recognize an elf as the boss." Mu Geer immediately shook his head and vetoed, these bean sprouts have no strength at all, how could they be the boss.

"Oh, why don't we come and compete to see if I have this ability." Imrik raised his eyebrows and glanced, put his hand on the wooden table, and made a wrist-wrestling gesture, "Private fighting is prohibited in Qingyan Port. If this is the case, how about using your best strength to compete."

"Then if I win you, this meal will be your treat." Mu Geer hesitated for a moment, but since this bean sprouts is going to try beyond his control, he must be a fool.

After coming out of the Mourning Mountains for so long, the eldest brother has never seen anyone trying to compete with the ogre, so he spit into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, sat on the ground and put them on the table.

But at this moment, Baiskin Bean Sprouts was actually scared.

"Wait." Imrik looked at Mugol's movements with extreme dislike, and even spit out mouthfuls after wrestling his wrists, who knows if there is some feces in it.

Ask the waiter to bring over a towel, cover it in the palm of your hand, and then slowly say, "If you hadn't met me today, you would have been fed to the shark just by spitting."

"Hmph, I won't bicker with you elves." Mugol put an arm that was five times the size of a normal human's arm behind the table, and held Imrik's palm, "Not at first."

"Okay." Imrik nodded lightly.

After a while, Mu Geer touched his head with his left hand, looking a little silly, "Why don't you use force, I don't want to break your hand."

Imrik, who heard this, felt that this ogre was quite interesting, unlike the kind of sporadic encounters before that only had food and gold in his head, at least he had a fairly smart head.

"If I use my strength, there will be no suspense in this game. Let me see your strength."

These extremely contemptuous words made Mu Geer a little angry. He was actually looked down upon by an elf for his strength, so he must add a coward to his nickname.

So he could only use his elbows to pull down the elf's bamboo pole-like arm.

But as expected, the arm wrapped in the white towel remained motionless, and the unbelieving Mugor increased his strength, and the fat all over his body began to tighten.

"Could it be that? I doubt you have the qualifications to be my younger brother." Imrik raised his eyebrows provocatively, allowing Mugor to increase his strength, still maintaining an extremely relaxed look.

Seeing this situation, the little ogre brother started to cheer for the big brother, picked up the sea fish in the wooden barrel, held the palm firmly and said,
"Brother, aren't you full? There's still meat here, so hurry up and eat."

"You idiot, I underestimated him." Mu Geer finally realized that the elf's strength was not ordinary, so he changed his body posture into a squatting posture that is convenient for exerting strength.

The weight of half of the body is added to the arms due to the height difference, but this still does not have the slightest effect.

"Two hands, if you can move my arm back half a centimeter, I will take care of all your food in this life." This guy's strength is indeed not small, but there is still a big gap between him and himself. Arm wrestling is not determined by strength alone. Body structure and the way of exerting force have a great effect.It was obvious that Mu Geer was just relying on brute force to do this, and he didn't know what trickery was.

But looking at Etila's curious eyes, in order to give his wife a sense of expectation, he could only choose to continue the stalemate. If it ends too quickly, this farce will be meaningless.

"That's what you said, I've got two hands." Mu Geer nodded again after Imrik, and joined the wrestling with his left hand, putting all his strength into it.

But why still didn't move!No, if I want to win, I must at least press down on his wrist a little bit.

Knowing that there was a huge gap between the two, Mugor planned to launch a tactic of attacking east and west, turned his head to look at Etila, and said in the tone he heard in the Tyrell caravan before,
"You are so beautiful. I have traveled so many places, but I have never seen a lady as elegant as you."

Attila, who was praised, politely said thank you, and this attracted Imrik's attention.Seeing the right time, Mu Geer pressed his feet down suddenly, and exerted force towards his arms, intending to use this clever method to win.

The solid wooden table creaked, and it was about to fall apart under the huge force, but in the end it was only stopped by Imrik who reacted immediately, but the arm wrapped in the white towel shook slightly unnoticeably.

Noticing the anger in Imrik's eyes, Mugor chose to let go, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I admit defeat, you are our new boss now, you just agreed, as long as I move your hand, you will take care of our food, or for a lifetime."

"This big guy is quite interesting, knowing how to use me to attract your mind." Etila chuckled for a moment, as if she was happy that her husband had turned the situation around because he underestimated the enemy.

"Forget it, I was too careless. I didn't expect to be tricked by an ogre." Imrik covered his forehead, feeling uncomfortable in this situation. If people knew that he was tricked by an ogre, it would be embarrassing for Caledor.

The witty Mugel seemed to understand who could make the decision, and immediately said to Etila,

"Sister-in-law, look at our physique, which can definitely protect your safety. As long as the elder brother doesn't take action, no one can touch you."

After speaking, in order to show the authenticity of this matter, he bent his arm and showed the bulging muscles on it without any concealment.

(End of this chapter)