Chapter 80： Things Gerred Cares About

In the evening, Gerred proposed to treat Jes to a meal at the Pig and Whistle to celebrate their survival and Jes's "inexplicably" becoming a hero of the kingdom.

Tonight, there are especially many people at the Pig and Whistle. There is even someone who has set up a long table in the middle of the hall to hold a banquet.

At this moment, there is a gnome - not a real gnome, but a human with gnome disease - who is dancing and singing on the table. And the twenty or thirty people below are singing and laughing along with his rhythm, drinking and eating meat in large mouthfuls.

Although the surrounding guests seem to be crowded around, they are all celebrating something of their own. The entire tavern is constantly bombarded by all kinds of noisy commotions.

This time, the two of them ordered Redridge Stew, Roasted Golden Apple, and Fried Stone Scale Eel, full of Redridge Mountain characteristics. The drink is light beer, a specialty of the dwarf district. Gerred plans to make a little compromise for Jes and drink something with a lighter taste.

When ordering food, Jes was almost roaring. Because if he didn't shout like this, the waiter couldn't hear what he said at all. After arranging everything, he even felt a little short of oxygen. He slowly slumped down on the table, like a robot that had run out of power.

Gerred didn't know what he was thinking and remained silent all the time, just looking at the gnome patient dancing happily on the table.

That person was wearing gnome clothes and a small hat that gnomes like to wear, dancing gnome dances. Except for the ears and eyes that were not as protruding as those of gnomes, he was almost a gnome. Seeing Gerred's silence, Jes's thoughts slowly flew to Westfall.

He was planning what to bring on the trip, the travel time, possible troubles he might encounter, and how to carry the imp, when the imp can come out, and when it must not come out at all.

Thinking and thinking, until the roasted golden apple was brought up by the waiter, Gerred suddenly changed his face.

"What's going on?" He asked the waiter angrily.

The female waiter was stunned for a while. When she realized that there was nothing on the table, she suddenly realized the problem: "I'm so sorry. There are too many guests now. I'm very sorry for such a mistake."

"Quickly, send this apple pie to where it should go!" Gerred shouted.

"Yes." The waitress was so frightened that she shivered and took away the roasted apple.

Jes whispered, "There's no need to be so formal when we eat, Gerred."

"Formal? What does it have to do with being formal?" Gerred said unhappily. "If you eat sweets before a big meal, how can you still have an appetite to eat meat and sausages? And only after you have had a full meal and then eat something sweet will it have the effect of sweets, that is, making you happy, making you cheerful, relieving greasiness, and making you ready for the next meal at any time!"

Listening to these messy statements, Jes just stared at Gerred. He knew that Gerred was definitely not angry because the waiter brought dessert too early. "So, what's the matter?"

Gerred glanced over here for a moment before realizing what Jes was asking. The unhappy expression on his face gradually disappeared.

"Okay... I was knocked down by that orc with just one stick."

At first, Jes couldn't follow his train of thought all of a sudden. Then he realized what had been bothering this guy from just now until now, and understood what made him so ridiculously angry.

"You mean that shaman priest."

The dwarf said with a mournful tone: "The sages on the Aerie Peak are all refined. I have never seen them fight, or even hit people. They are like a group of kind teachers and elders. They are very patient with all kinds of troubles. I originally thought that orc sages should be more or less the same."

Jes said, "Maybe that orc is a refined teacher and elder in the tribe?"

Gerred burst out laughing. At this moment, the waitress brought up a plate of fried fish and placed it in front of him.

"That would be so miserable for an orc." He dipped his finger in the fish soup and put it in his mouth. "I still don't understand that power... that momentum. I can't understand it. Although I have never fought directly with orcs, I have seen dwarf warriors who have fought with orcs. The dwarves are not afraid of orc warriors at all. Orc warriors are very powerful, yes, but not to the extent that... because I am one of the best among those warriors. I was chosen as a gryphon rider precisely because I am excellent! Dwarves should not be much weaker than orcs. At least they can't be defeated with just one move."

Jes forked a piece of fish meat and said, "This is how orc shamans are. When he rushed over, I had already seen him summoning the wind element to boost his attack. Didn't you feel it?"

"The wind element?" Gerred thought for a while and said, "When he hit my shield, I did feel extremely strong wind power. Could the wind element help shamans strengthen their muscles? Speaking of which, my left arm still hurts a little now. It's really a blow to my self-esteem."

Jes said, "The wind element will definitely strengthen their impact. Otherwise, why would that orc summon the wind element when attacking?"

"That makes me feel a little better, Jes. Damn magic again." Gerred dipped his finger in the fish juice again and put it in his mouth.

"You... stop that for me." Jes pointed at his finger and said, "One dip is fine. Don't get your saliva on the fish! There's your fork there."

The dwarf chuckled for a while, wiped his finger with his clothes, picked up the fork.

Jes forked another piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth. "Think about those human warriors. In the Black Morass, in Stranglethorn Vale, in Elwynn, Redridge Mountains, and Westfall, human warriors who fought against the orc army. I believe that orc shaman is definitely not a very outstanding and powerful existence in the tribe. Even so, he can beat the two of us so embarrassingly. So it can be said that the Alliance has paid a huge price to finally repel them." Gerred said, "Of course I know. Not to mention the Amani trolls, not to mention their..."

At this point, the dwarf hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. There's nothing to talk about. Anyway, it's all in the past. There are fewer and fewer orcs. After not figuring out what the mission is really about, I won't take you into the fire pit without permission anymore."

"You also know it's a fire pit." Jes said: "That orc shaman is as strong as an elephant. I stabbed him twice with my sword and it got stuck by the bones. It's simply... not a normal creature at all!"

"It's my fault." Gerred said. "Speaking of which, have you seen ogres?"

"No." Jes said.

The waiter finally brought up the stew. In the plate filled with dark red thick sauce were a large pile of oily offal and meaty chunks with bones. Steam was rising. The chunks of fat trembled twice as the plate was placed on the table. Extremely tempting.

"We can start eating now." Gerred directly pulled out a piece of intestine with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. Slowly, he said, "A unique taste, Jes. I know you definitely can't stand animal intestines. You humans from Stormwind are like this. You don't know what good food is."

Jes looked at his inexperienced look and snorted softly. "Let's still talk about ogres."

"The Wildhammer Legion encountered the ogre troops of the Horde in Arathi." The dwarf licked the oil on his fingers and said, "Those ogres are all ten feet tall, one and a half humans tall, you know? Maybe it's hard for you to imagine when I say this, but when you really face them, you will know it's very shocking. Those guys are not only tall but also strong and fat. When a dwarf's sword is thrust into those guys' bellies and pulled out, there is no blood. It's all yellow."

"Dung?"

"Oil!" Gerred poked the fat in the plate with his finger and said, "It's this oil, you know? They don't care about stab wounds at all. An attack that can pierce a troll to death is like nothing on them. When you chop at their necks, the sword will be stuck in the flesh like it's being sucked in and can't be pulled out at all. You can't see blood without using long weapons. You can't imagine that such guys can still use magic."

"Not to mention dragons." Jes said.

"Not to mention dragons!" Gerred nodded vigorously several times.