After taking the butcher Bogul Ironbi under his command, Rhodes and his group followed the dwarf and headed north to find the Swamp Monster's lair. They had agreed to be responsible for Bogul's food and accommodation, but along the way the dwarf butcher's appetite was so great that
People are shocked...Each meal consumes almost three times the amount of an ordinary person...Although the ingredients are not selected, the way of eating is enough to cause dissatisfaction from others. The key point is that this guy has not hunted, only eaten.
It doesn't help the team's supply.
For a whole hour, Rod and a group of Norscans sat and watched him eat dry bread with sardine paste, wild vegetables, and ham. He ate one piece after another, completely ignoring the impatient looks of the people around him.
Until Celta couldn't stand the sound of chewing food anymore and screamed loudly at the butcher...
"Oh, not yet. If possible, I also need three hams, two slices of bread, the kind with fish sauce, and two bottles of beer..."
"That's enough! What else can you do besides eating along the way? You can't even catch a rabbit, so what qualifications do you have to ask for so much here?"
Celta shouted loudly. The surrounding Norscans once again responded with hostility to the dwarf butcher. A pair of green-blue eyes stared at the red-haired dwarf, as if they were about to eat him alive.
However, the dwarf seemed to be indifferent to everything around him. He continued to chew his food, and the bread crumbs and pork ham juice continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
He wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, stood up with a big belly.
"When I was a hunter, you were still in your mother's womb. How could I eat a few more hams from you? Are the Norse raiders only capable of that? Is it that difficult to even catch a wild boar?"
Bogul stood up, spat out the bones in his mouth, and returned with disdain. These words quickly initiated the group mocking mode, and a whole circle of Norscan warriors could be seen standing up, holding their own weapons in their hands.
Weapons. If Celta and Rhodes hadn't given the order, they would have rushed up and skinned this little dwarf.
However, at this time, Rhodes stood up again. It is not easy to manage a team. Although these men are strong in combat, they come from different tribes, different races, cultural differences, and historical hatreds. There will always be conflicts when they are together.
"Lord, let me meet this little dwarf. He has such a dirty mouth. I'll teach him how to behave."
Celta begged. At the same time, Bogur also looked arrogant. He stood there and ignored the Norscan challenge. Rhodes even suspected that this guy did it on purpose. They hadn't fought for three days, maybe
This kind of journey is so boring... I need to find something to vent my inner irritability.
The surrounding Norscans were all annoyed by the dwarf's arrogance. In desperation, Rhodes could only agree to Celta's request for a duel.
They were dueling with edged weapons... Standing on the sidelines, Rhodes was really worried that such a duel would cause unnecessary casualties... Warhammer World is not World of Warcraft. The role of clergy is more to pray and give people spiritual energy.
Physical wounds cannot be cured with a single shot of Holy Light... Therefore, duels are usually bloody, and no matter who is injured, they will be wrapped in bandages after the war...
But the Norscans have successfully been annoyed by the dwarf butcher, and if they are not allowed to compete, they may not be able to quell the anger.
Soon, the two of them swung their weapons and started fighting.
As the son of a defeated chieftain, Serta has received rigorous military combat training since childhood, and has also worked as a pirate, hunter, and mercenary. His mastery of combat skills can be described as pure and pure. As for Boguer, Rhodes has not seen him take action yet.
, I just took this opportunity to learn about the Butcher’s combat effectiveness.
Their weapons collided head-on in the air, setting off dazzling sparks. After the instant impact, both of them stumbled back a few steps. Obviously, the barbarian Celta did not expect that this dwarf, who was only as tall as his chest, was so strong.
The explosive power, and Boguer seems not to have entered the fighting state yet. After all, he just ate too much...
Perhaps before he had finished digesting it, Bogul burped repeatedly in front of everyone. This was considered contempt and shame in the eyes of the Norscans.
Before his opponent could stand firm, Celta roared angrily and pounced on him again. He was like a fierce tiger, with deadly blades. His sharp two-handed ax drew sad arcs in the air. However, the dwarf butcher easily dodged it.
Opened. Celta's two-handed ax struck hard, but the dwarf butcher jumped aside easily. The barbarian's battle ax struck again, but the butcher jumped back again, avoiding the powerful and heavy blow.
The tomahawk was embedded in the soil, like cutting into hard meat, and it was almost impossible to pull it out.
Every time Celta Vigo attacked, Boguer nimbly got out of the way. His obscene style of play made the Norscans on the sidelines furious.
"coward!"
They clamored and insulted the dwarves for their cowardice and cowardice.
However, Rhodes could see that Butcher was not cowardly or cowardly, he was just playing. His combat skills were far superior to Celta's, and his strength was enough to crush Celta. From then on,
It can be seen from the weapon block during the dodge that Celta struck with all his strength, but Bogul only used the ax in one hand to block this buffalo-like attack.
The dwarf war ax didn't even tremble at all.
"Your strength and speed are good, but your offensive intentions are too obvious. It's easy for others to see through."
Wandering on the edge of the field, Bogur leisurely commented on Celta Vigo's combat skills.
However, the more he behaved like this, the angrier the barbarian captain became. He refused to listen to his nonsense and swung his battle ax at him again, while Bogul once again bent down to avoid it.
"Yell loudly before every attack, and you won't be able to hit your opponent."
Bogur the Butcher continued his lesson.
"Fuck you!"
Celta was enraged. He roared loudly and rushed at him again like a beast. The huge two-handed battle ax almost hit the dwarf's body. However, the butcher warrior could always dodge just right. He turned slightly sideways,
The Norscan battle ax fell on his chest, but Bogur suddenly moved forward. The small figure formed a powerful brute force. In less than a heartbeat, he rushed in front of Celta, and then
With a fierce impact, only the muffled sound of muscles hitting leather armor was heard. The Norse warrior Celta, who was nearly two meters tall and as strong as an ox, was knocked to the ground. The weapon in his hand was thrown out.
He wanted to get up again, but this time, Bogul never gave him a chance. In less than a moment, the dwarf butcher rushed in front of the barbarian captain again. Before Celta struggled to get up, he fired a sharp
The dwarf battle ax was placed on his neck, making him unable to move for an instant.
Celta knew that he had lost... The dwarf in front of him, who was roaring and slashing dozens of times, was not as good as the little dwarf in front of him who seized the opportunity and struck a fatal blow.
"If this were on the battlefield, you would have been killed long ago."
After the victory, the dwarf butcher put away his weapons, felt proud, and extended his right hand to Celta.
Their skills were inferior and they had nothing to say. Although the Norscans were still dissatisfied with the dwarf's arrogance, they had no choice but to shake hands and make peace temporarily.
"Lord, how are you? Is my fighting ability okay? We agreed before that I will help you kill those swamp monsters, and you will be responsible for my food and accommodation. A strong warrior needs more food to sustain himself.
Calories, isn’t it?”
After dragging Celta up from the ground, Bogul turned to face Rhodes and asked with a smile.
"Well enough."
Rhodes just smiled in return. The Butcher's combat prowess was well-known in medieval warhammers. Normally, after the fight just now, Rhodes could roughly judge the combat prowess of the red-haired Butcher in front of him. He was better than all the soldiers under his command.
All must be outstanding and have reached the lord level.
But he only has one person and cannot be large-scale. However, good steel is used on the blade. Rhodes has already arranged a position for the dwarf butcher named Bogul in his heart. He will be suitable to serve as the vanguard in the battle, using
His enthusiasm and battle ax tear open the enemy's defense line, and the defensive matters have nothing to do with him.