Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 39 Beria

The sun is scorching hot, and the powerful magic power and magnetic field on the Ares Mountains have distorted the nearby climate, so that even now that it has reached the end of autumn, the temperature is still as high as midsummer.

"This damn weather"

Gray walked on the rugged and hot corridor of the Ares Mountains, leading a long team towards the border city. He was the head of the business firm of a certain elder of the Imperial Senate on the border of the Empire.

He is tall and strong, with a height of [-] meters and a weight of more than [-] catties, just like a barbarian. Although Gray never mentioned that he had a similar bloodline, there are still many people who say that this brutal warrior has With barbarian blood handed down from the dark ages.

This undoubtedly adds a bit of mystery to this rough and powerful fighter. In fact, what is completely different from Gray's appearance is that this legendary fighter has a delicate heart that does not match his appearance.

Gray was originally a bandit active in the empire. As time went by, Gray's strength grew day by day in the looting.In fact, the increase in strength may not be a good thing for Gray. After Gray entered the legendary realm, the bandits who were just playing small things began to be valued by the empire.

This powerful machine that has been established for more than [-] years is only a little bit of operation, and it turns this warrior who can be regarded as extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary people into a prisoner.

As a prisoner, Gray was not executed. Instead, he fought a life-and-death duel with giant dragons and powerful legendary beasts in the Colosseum. Luck and strength made Gray survive in the Colosseum for a long time until Gray met the Empire. A great figure in the Senate.

The elder of the populist faction in the senate redeemed Gray from the Colosseum and kept him by his side, and Gray gained the trust of the elder by relying on his delicate thoughts that did not match his rough appearance. .

In this way, the elders of the capital city of the empire sent Gray to the border city to manage his huge industry. Among these industries, weapons traded with the dwarves are definitely one of the big commodities. To ensure that the transaction is safe, Gray will usually Personally lead the team to escort the goods, and this time is no exception.

Gray greeted the team in the back loudly. The team was full of strong young people from the human race. Each body had blue and black tattoos and well-developed and shiny muscles. The strong muscles were covered with strong but dexterous light armor.

Like most of the humans born in the empire, Gray is also a representative of the imperial people who are extremely ranked. He believes that those species other than humans, especially the useless and ugly orcs, should be treated as slaves. Fighters to realize their own value.

"Those ugly, weak, twisted, lowly embryos don't deserve freedom and honor"

Whenever Gray talked about those orcs with the young people in his team, Gray would say this loudly.And those lively young people in his team would laugh and curse at Gray loudly.

Different from treating foreigners, Gray is especially fond of human beings, especially strong and beautiful young people, and never minds those cute boys disrespecting him.

"This barbarian must have been bent in the gladiatorial rings of the Empire"

Those rumors that are hostile to the industry that Gray manages are circulating such rumors in private, but Gray has always been noncommittal about these rumors. As long as he has a backstage and strength, these rumors can't affect Gray even if they are true.

Gray looked at the long line behind him. Those handsome teenagers in the past are now carrying heavy loads or pushing huge wooden carts under the scorching sun. After being steamed dry, there were large white salt stains on the shiny armor.

"My dear boys, keep up the good work. If you can deliver these goods to the trading house before the sun goes down, then I will reward everyone with a glass of ale that will foam until it overflows the glass, the kind with ice"

Gray's voice spread to every corner of the team. Those brave men with orc weapons on their backs were encouraged by the delicious iced ale, cheered and jumped for joy, and the morale of the team increased several times in the blink of an eye. A notch, and the speed of travel has increased by a notch in an instant.

Gray looked at the exuberant vitality of this group of young people. The wrinkled faces with blue and black totem patterns also stretched out. The two rows of teeth gleaming in the sun shone brightly, revealing a smile that could frighten children.

The company's speed increased, and it quickly completed the long mountain wall. When Gray turned the corner and saw the group of crooked orcs, the smile on Gray's face instantly became ferocious.

Beria, the strongest warrior of the orc tribe, walked in front of the team, carefully stepping on the narrow mountain road, next to a cliff hundreds of meters high, if he fell off, even in the supernatural Tyrell Beria, he would die.

A happy smile appeared on Beria's face when he thought of the upcoming Winter Fire Festival. Thanks to the method provided by the red dragon, this year's harvest far exceeded the original expectations of the orc tribe. The extra food was enough for this The impoverished tribes hold a small celebration called the Fire Festival.

"This is the last batch of wine, I will prepare the ingredients for the festival with Brina when I get home"

Carrying a wooden barrel full of fine wine on his back, thinking of his daughter's lovely and innocent smile, the orc who had traveled for dozens of miles felt his fatigue was swept away, and his heart was filled with joy.

However, when passing the corner ahead, a strong force grabbed Beria by the neck and threw him to the bottom of the cliff.

The huge and completely irresistible force instantly destroyed the balance of Siberia

"boom"

The wooden barrel containing the wine fell to the ground in an instant, and the fragrant smell spread, making those young and brave human races who were troubled by the weird weather in the Ares Mountains salivate.

They put down the weapons in their hands, snatched all the barrels in the hands of the orcs, and after getting Gray's permission, they began to gulp down the fine wine made by the orcs.

Gray, on the other hand, stood on the cliff of the hot corridor and looked down at Beria, who was hanging in mid-air while holding onto the rock wall. He raised his foot and stepped on Beria's finger, watching the ugly face of the orc gradually distorted, a strange pleasure came to Gray's mind.

When Beria was about to think that he was going to be unable to hold on, Gray suddenly raised his feet, showed a meaningful smile to Beria, and spat a mouthful of sticky phlegm on Beria's face. The warrior turned around and led the brave Zhuang who drank the wine away.

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