Mage Joan

"It seems that Ms. Fiona has taught you a lot, but at the same time, you also lost a heart of gold innocence. My old man, you have become slick, and you are no longer the loyalty for friends. A hot-blooded man who is desperate."

Clark shook his head and sighed, pretending to lose his face.

"I'm very sorry, old friend, Shrek is no longer a fool for you to use. Let's talk about the benefits." Shrek was unimpressed.

Realizing that his psychological offensive was of no use to Shrek, Clark was a bit frustrated, and shouted angrily: "Damn! I only want Koschichi's collar, all other babies belong to you and Casio and Joan. Are you satisfied now?"

"The question is, are there really other babies?" Shrek asked reluctantly. "In case there is nothing more valuable in the treasure trove except the collar you want, wouldn't Shrek and his friends do it for you in vain?" Alive."

"Humph! How can you be satisfied, you hard-to-treat fat man?" Clark stared.

"No matter how beautiful the promise is, it is not as good as it is."

The Ogre King stared at Frost Giant, his little eyes shining provocatively.

"Old friend, dare you make a bet with Shrek? If you win, Shrek will help you find treasure for free. If you lose, you have to help Shrek conquer Povatan Village and get buried before going to find that ghost collar. 'Wisdom Spring Water' under an ancient tree in the village."

"puff!!!"

When Shrek said that he wanted to seize the "Wisdom of Wisdom," Joan's ale in his mouth spewed out on the spot, and he coughed repeatedly.

The poet Casio patted his spine and asked with concern: "Mr. Master, don't you care?"

"No, I'm fine." Joan quickly shook his head to hide his embarrassment.

"What, you're going to conquer the village of Povatan!" Clark looked more surprised than Joan. "My old man, is your brain kicked by a dinosaur? Just use this dead brain! Do you know? Knowing that Povatan Village is the home base of the Aargangin tribe, do you know how strong the Asa hunters and their chief Povatan couple?"

"Shrek certainly knows." The Ogre King nodded calmly.

"Since I know why I still have such unrealistic thoughts!" Clark asked angrily.

"Shrek had to do this. Only when he got the "Wisdom of Wisdom" buried in the village of Povatan would Shrek become smart enough." The Ogre King looked sad, "Miss Fiona likes smart people and hates stupid people. , Shrek will never be a fool again."

Clark opened his mouth and wondered how to comfort this old friend who was trapped by love. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and asked Shrek: "You just mentioned that you want to bet with me, how is it?"

Shrek raised his head, his eyes regained brilliance, and solemnly said to Clark: "Shrek knows you have a lot of strength, but Shrek has a lot of strength. Shrek is curious who has more strength."

"Oh~ I get it," Frost Giant folded his arms across his chest, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Shrek with a slightly mocking look. "Fat man, I'm happy to accept your challenge. For fairness, I voluntarily Give you the right to choose the wrestling method, lest others say I bully you."

"You are confident and big, but Shrek will never lose to you. How about we compare the wrench wrists?"

"Spanner wrist, are you sure?" Clark tilted his head and looked at Shrek with a pity. "My poor friend, you must not know that I have won the championship trophy of the'Weighton Wrench Championship in Jodenheim'. ."

"Shrek doesn't care about your glory. The championship trophy can't prove that you will always be the strongest. If there is a "Buffing Contest", you are likely to continue to win the championship."

The ogre king sneered, and his fighting spirit was high.

Clark moved his finger joints and turned his head to say to Joan: "Brother, you come to be a referee for us, and see how I teach this dead fat man who knows nothing!"

"Mr. Henil, don't underestimate the enemy!" Joan couldn't help but tell.

Frost Giant raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's rare to see you care about things outside the book and are interested in the'wrench wrist'?"

Joan shook his head frankly: "I don't care how you play against Mr. Shrek, I just hope you can win because..."

The latter reason is not easy to speak out.

It is impossible to tell Clark that he once drank the "Wisdom of Wisdom" and knew that the spring has the mythical Ilmin Sur ancient tree "Old White" and the demigod "Wisdom Giant" Mimir guarded by the ancient times.

Joan doesn’t know how old Mimir is, but he knows that Clark and Shrek may not be able to beat the “old white” together, plus Kandy’s parents and elder brother... Shrek deliberately seizes the “Wisdom of Wisdom” "In the end, only his own life will be lost.

The only way to temporarily dismiss Shrek's death is to defeat Clark in a wrench-wrench match!

"Brother, it's rare that you like me so much, even if it's just to give you a long face, we can't lose to that little fat dude!"

Clark smiled at Joan, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his thick arms, sitting at the table face-to-face with Shrek, holding two strong hands like steel and iron.

"ready, go!"

When Joan ordered, the Frost Giant and the Mythical Ogre exerted force at the same time, the two arms clenched together, the muscles swelled sharply, and they almost broke the sleeves.

Including Joan, Casio, and the lively drinkers around, all eyes were focused on the two strong men struggling across a wine table, looking at them curiously, whispering about who seemed more likely to win.

Clark and Shrek both had serious faces. Their arms were initially perpendicular to the table, and then fiercely competed around this boundary line, sometimes slightly to the left, and sometimes pulled to the right. They looked evenly matched and difficult to divide in a short time. Win or lose.

Time passed minute by minute, the stalemate on the table had been maintained for ten minutes, more and more people gathered around, and the atmosphere in the tavern became more and more warm.

Clark and Shrek, the two focus figures attracted everyone's attention, and their foreheads were oozing with dense sweat beads. Obviously they had tried their best. However, they couldn't pull the other side in one breath. Rely on toughness and endurance-not explosiveness-to win or lose.

The situation in front of him made Joan confused and upset.

From common sense, the Frost Giant's power attribute should be significantly higher than the ogre, why is Clark so abnormal in the wrench wrist game?

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