"Impossible, you must be lying to me." Handel, who was in jail, roared at the top of his lungs. He did not allow his idol to be slandered. This was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"To lie to you, do I need to lie to a dead man?"
The little chef sneered. The humanoid monster chopped up three to four people every day. Handel's team of more than a dozen people was now running low, and death would come to him at any time.
"Misha."
The little chef shouted, and the ground trembled, and a giant brown bear ran in. The bear was so huge that it lay on the ground, almost as high as the little chef's shoulders.
The giant bear Misha is very familiar with the little man. When they meet, they are all affectionate and fawning, just like domestic puppies. Misha is very understanding of human nature and knows that the little man cannot resist its strength, so she lies on the ground obediently.
The little chef rubbed Misha's huge head and scratched it. Misha squinted her eyes in comfort.
"This is Misha. Lexa doesn't like it very much because Misha never eats human flesh." The little chef looked at Misha dotingly with a look of love on his face: "Yes, this is the result of my domestication.
I don’t allow Misha to eat people.”
This is really hell. Of course Handel knew that the tribe's warrior Rexxar had a giant bear named Misha who was inseparable. Even so, Handel still refused to believe it. He thought the little chef was lying to him.
The little man didn't want to explain to Handel, but just said to himself:
"When I was young, I dreamed of being a hunter and working as an apprentice under a hunter. Unfortunately, my shooting skills were too poor and I only learned how to tame pets. Later, I became a fur trader and learned how to make magical furs.
Meeting Misha is the happiest thing in my life. Although I have lost my freedom, having Misha with me is the only motivation for me to live."
Handel still refused to give in. He wanted to defend the idol he worshiped and asked: "You said that the humanoid monster was Rexxar. What evidence do you have? I heard his curse. He was cursing Rexxar, the savior."
Er, as far as I know, Rexxar and Thrall are very good friends."
The little man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Thall and Rexxar are the best friends. Back then, Rexxar killed Jaina's father, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, and made great achievements for the tribe. Thrall awarded him
The highest honor of an orc is to be skinned and eaten alive. Rexxar's beast friends were all eaten by the orcs, leaving only Misha. Rexxar was just a coward. He knelt on the ground and begged Thrall for mercy.
Well, the savior has arrived."
"It was Jaina. He saved Rexxar. Rexxar is the leader of the Stonemaul Ogres. This is a balance of power. I think you nobles should easily understand Jaina's restraint on Thrall.
Even so, Thrall was still worried. Rexxar had to make a public statement, saying that he had no interest in power and only wanted to live a wandering life. Thrall then gave him an elven sword captured from Silvermoon City as a gift.
Both sides owe each other nothing.”
"You are just a fur trader, how could you know so many secrets?" Handel remained stubbornly skeptical.
The little man shrugged his shoulders: "This is what my senior said. He was the chef on the King of Seas. After being captured by the tribe, he cooked for Rexxar full-time. He was a warrior and almost killed Rexxar.
Sa, it’s a pity that Jaina left a protective scroll on Rexxar’s body, which can resist a fatal attack.”
"It's just hearsay, nothing can be done." Handel said harshly, but his heart was already shaken.
Facing a dying man, the little man didn't want to convince him. He just played with the meat in the pot, occasionally scratched Misha, and asked casually:
"The reason why you were all captured and none of you could escape is because you all fell into weakness."
"How do you know?" Handel asked in surprise.
The little man looked gloomy and sneered:
"Because my experience is exactly the same as yours. Stonescale cod, a specialty of Theramore, is delicious, but when outsiders eat it for the first time, they will inevitably suffer from diarrhea, nausea, dizziness, and short-term weakness. After eating it three times, they will be fine.
."
Handel was shocked when he heard this. He still remembered that he had eaten a particularly delicious meal of stone scale cod before that fateful patrol. The little man knew that he was right when he saw Handel's expression, and he laughed and said
:
"You still want to ask Jaina for help. You are so childish. Jaina sent you here. You are just Rexxar's delicacy. But just as you wished, you were eaten by the hero of the tribe. This is a great honor.
, you should feel cherished.”
"No! No!"
Although Handel refused to believe it, the facts were before his eyes.
He grabbed his hair fiercely, his worldview was collapsing, and he was disillusioned. For the first time, he felt that he was a complete fool, not only harming himself, but also causing his friends and servants to die.
call!
A burst of purple light flashed, and Jaina, wearing a purple mage robe, appeared at the door. Looking at the garbage, disgusting bones and the filthy human bone cage in the room, Jaina showed an expression of disgust.
After Handel entered Theramore, he was not summoned by Jaina. After all, he was just a minor nobleman. He just took a look at the goddess in his heart from a distance.
Now that Jaina was in front of him, so close to him, Handel felt a kind of disillusioned joy, a mixture of happiness and despair. Unfortunately, Jaina didn't even look at him.
"Rexa, you filthy beast, useless bastard, get out of here." Jaina didn't want to enter the dirty stone house, so she just shouted outside the door. Misha bared her teeth at Jaina, but she
He didn't dare to really pounce on him. Misha was a bear blessed by magic and could sense the danger of his opponent.
Although Jaina's voice was not loud, far less than Rexxar's loud snoring, it was a kind of magical power that penetrated directly into Rexxar's eardrums. He woke up immediately, strode out, and kicked him hard.
Kicked the innocent Misha, took out a piece of meat from the pot and chewed it.
"Jaina, have you brought me good news? I really want to hear about Thrall's death. It would be best if he gets the greatest glory of the orcs and is skinned and eaten by a group of orcs. I will send a message to his grave.
A flower."
"Stop your wishful thinking, Rexxar, you are just a fool who was taken advantage of, a complete loser. If I hadn't protected you, you would have become a piece of orc excrement." Jaina said with a sharp tongue.
, mocking Lexa unceremoniously.
Rexxar was enraged. He strode out, raised his fist as big as a sandbag, and hit Jaina viciously.
Jaina was well prepared. She quickly took a step back, and Rexxar's fist missed.
Then, a purple magic ball appeared in Jaina's palm, as big as a human head, with a small man in the center, almost exactly like Rexxar.
"Get down!"
The little man in the purple sphere immediately fell to the ground. At the same time, as if being controlled, Lexa's huge body fell straight to the ground. Misha was startled, and the bear's eyes showed a look of fear. It felt
Feeling a terrifying magical power, he shrank into a corner of the stone house, trembling like a frightened cat.
Jaina stretched out her jade-like right hand and ravaged the villain inside the magic ball.
Rexxar felt like he was being trampled and trampled by an invisible giant, his strong body rolling on the ground, constantly wailing and begging for mercy.
In the face of terrifying magic, the legendary great Rexxar is not much stronger than a kobold.
After seeing all this, Handel was completely disillusioned with his worship of tribal heroes. (To be continued)