Green Monster Epic

Chapter 173 Lion's Open Mouth

“This matter is my fault, but I swear in the name of our Lord Kurtulmak, I really didn't expect the green-skinned leader to be so strong, and I didn't expect that there would be an advanced green-skin in their tribe.”

In the crude camp of the Lava Tribe, Bonebreaker sat cross-legged on a flat stone slab, facing off against Boulder.

The surroundings were a mess, with countless corpses of known and unknown beasts discarded everywhere, causing the camp to be constantly shrouded in a fishy stench. Bonebreaker endured the discomfort, and the slave put on a sincere expression, showing his apology to Boulder. Occasionally learning from Boulder that there was another advanced professional in the green-skinned team, Bonebreaker's fear of the Green Field Tribe deepened a bit, and his desire to eradicate them became even stronger.

The battle between Bonebreaker and Allen ended with Allen being completely unable to get close. For Bonebreaker, other than admitting that the other party could indeed escape his spells, he didn't know much about Allen's strength. But Boulder was different. At that time, he and Boulder could be said to be evenly matched, and each had the ability to kill the other. This was Bonebreaker's reason for thinking that Boulder was stronger than Allen, and he didn't intentionally lie.

As for the advanced war professional, Flower Snake, Bonebreaker didn't know anything about it. After all, Flower Snake had just broken through not long ago, and these things had not been spread. Just like now that the Green Field Tribe has another advanced Berserker, Bonebreaker is still completely unaware.

“Okay, I'll just pretend you didn't know, 啧~~”

Boulder had no image, holding a smoked meat leg in one hand, pouring honey from the cup onto the smoked meat leg in the other, and occasionally lightly pecking at the honey that was sticking to the smoked meat, with a look of comfort on his face. The taste of this honey is really a delicacy in the world.

These were all gifts sent by Bonebreaker, which Boulder distributed on the spot to a dozen fat and strong ogre clansmen. Two large carts of supplies entered the huge stomachs of the ogres at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of Bonebreaker and a group of kobolds.

“However, don't think about letting me deal with those green skins again. Our tribe will no longer participate in your affairs.”

Boulder is not stupid, but his nature is easily satisfied. The Muddy Creek provides their tribe with enough food. In addition, ogres can last for several days after a full meal, and they don't like to move around. If it weren't for his momentary greed for the hundred pounds of honey promised by Bonebreaker, he wouldn't have run so far to find trouble with the green skins.

“Don't be so sure, this doesn't look like your style, Boulder. Where did the warrior who could exchange his life for mine go?”

If Bonebreaker couldn't do it himself, he wouldn't be looking for a group of guys who are more likely to spoil things than accomplish them to help him. It's also because Bonebreaker has been strong these years and doesn't allow the existence of overly powerful tribes around him, threatening the living environment of his descendants. Now that he wants to find a helper to deal with the green skins, he finds that there are really not many reliable tribes around.

“Hehe, there is a gnoll tribe between our tribe's territory and the green skin's territory. Why should I fight with a guy whose strength is about the same as mine? Just because of the honey and food you gave me?”

Boulder smiled contemptuously, raising the smoked meat leg in his hand to gesture.

“Then what kind of price can make you and your clansmen take action?”

Bonebreaker heard hope from these words, and then looked at Boulder seriously and earnestly.

“Why don't you help me forge an iron rod and make a batch of weapons suitable for my clansmen to use according to their body sizes? How about that?”

Finally, under Bonebreaker's insistence, Boulder couldn't help but let go and offered a condition that he himself thought the other party might not agree to.

“Okay!”

Bonebreaker agreed without thinking, which almost made Boulder unable to react.

“You have to help us make the weapons first before I can lead the clansmen to take action.”

Boulder made another request.

“That won't work. I can help you forge your weapon and give it to you first, but I need some time for your clansmen's weapons. The green-skinned patriarch has taken them to the northern Elf Kingdom during this time, and has also taken away many warriors from their village. I want you to take advantage of the weakness of their village and help me eradicate their village first.”

Bonebreaker couldn't agree to Boulder's request, but he also stated the reason why he couldn't agree.

“As long as you can help me eradicate the green skin's village first, I will definitely not miss any of the weapons of your warriors!!”

“Are you sure?”

Boulder was moved. The green skin leader, who was about the same strength as himself, was not there. This was good news for Boulder, which meant that the difficulty of the task requested by Bonebreaker was reduced by half.

“Don't you trust me?”

Bonebreaker glared and stared straight at Boulder.

“Are there the words 'trust' in the wilderness?”

Boulder spat on the ground, chuckled, and had an indescribable sarcastic look on his face.

“Go back first, forge my iron rod, and then get me a few carts of meat for my clansmen.”

In fact, Boulder was also a little aggrieved about being injured in the battle with the green skins, especially since the handy weapon he had spent a long time finding was broken in that battle, which made him a little unaccustomed to going out hunting empty-handed. Now that Bonebreaker has come to his door and insists on asking him to deal with the green skins, then he is happy to take the opportunity to ask for a high price for himself and his clansmen to enhance their strength.

Looking at the Green Field Plain, the only tribes that know how to smelt ore veins and forge ironware are the Bonebreaker Tribe. Previously, Boulder had also coveted the Bonebreaker Tribe's large amount of ironware, but with the old Bonebreaker in charge, he did not allow the ironware to be scattered to other tribes, which made it difficult for Boulder and the others to find a satisfactory weapon, and it was just a shabby iron-wood stick. The power may not be great, but it is definitely difficult to find a satisfactory one.

“Okay, you can go to my tribe to get your weapon tomorrow.”

Bonebreaker's words immediately filled Boulder with anticipation.

“Don't make me a piece of junk to fool me?”

Boulder couldn't help but remind him.

“Don't worry, I will definitely make you satisfied.”

Bonebreaker replied with confidence.

Although Bonebreaker knew that if the dozen or so ogres in the Lava Tribe were really all equipped with ironware, then the Bonebreaker Tribe's accumulated ironware over the years would probably suffer a lot, and their strength would increase even more after they possessed these ironware, posing a greater threat. But this threat has a size and a priority. Faced with the Green Field Tribe, a confidant, everything is worth it.