Chapter 158: Beating the Orc's Face Violently

After leaving the gnome's paper and ink store, Jess fled to the street. Having obtained such a beautiful feather pen for free this time. If he gives it to Amy when he goes back, won't she hug him and give him a few hard kisses?

However, when he opened the box and took a look, he really felt reluctant to give this pen as a gift. The legendary feather of a faerie dragon... But why is it only sold for forty silver coins each?

If it's really from the mysterious faerie dragon, Jess feels that the price should at least be in gold coins.

A price of forty or fifty silver coins is certainly not cheap. But faerie dragons live in the primeval dense forests of Kalimdor, and in places abundant in magic. Just transporting things from there would cost a lot in transportation costs.

Apart from goblins, Jess can't think of anyone else who would be willing to hunt these kind and docile magical creatures.

Perhaps someone here wants to use the bodies of faerie dragons for other things, and the antennae on their heads are just made into feather pens incidentally, so they are relatively so cheap.

Thinking about it, Jess had already walked to a corner square. The festival atmosphere here is even more enthusiastic than in front of Dushan's house. There is also a bearded dwarf grandpa in a red robe standing on a platform next to the fountain and doing somersaults while holding his waist.

Could this be Father Winter? He's a bit too energetic.

Many people have gathered in the square. Various food carts for sale all have various themes. Opposite the fountain, there is a messy commotion of various metal frictions mixed with some strange music. When he walked over to take a look, it turned out that goblins were using their own amusement equipment for passing travelers to play.

Jess walked over and took a general look. Nearby, there is an automatic dressing and undressing machine that looks menacing. He stayed here for a while. Seeing that no female tourists tried it, he left.

There are also multifunctional automatic barber equipment, self-propelled locomotives, and so on. They all look quite powerful. Quite a few brave children and adults are still willing to try. Fortunately, there is no bloodshed for the time being.

There is also an amusement equipment that no one is interested in, a human cannon aimed at Lake Lordamere.

It says it costs two silver coins to send people to the Dawn Isles in the center of the lake. Only one goblin salesman is standing next to it, shouting that it is equipped with a parachute to ensure a safe landing.

However, there are people watching from a distance over here, but no one dares to go over and try it in person.

Not to mention that only the landing safety is guaranteed, and the launch safety is not explained. The most important thing is who the hell would want to travel to the lake center isles, which are half occupied by murlocs, in the middle of the night!

Could there be a human cannon on Fenris Isle for the return trip, and then it costs two gold coins. If you don't take it, just wait to be dealt with by the murlocs.

Jess thought of that pair of profiteering couples on the Twin Spires in Feralas. One teleports people to the top of the mountain, and the other sells high-priced parachutes.

Anyway, he will definitely not suffer a loss this time. Jess wants to find an amusement project similar to a strength tester. You punch a sandbag or something and then get a score.

Since he felt that his strength seemed different after pushing Gerred away in the morning, he has always wanted to find an opportunity to test if he has become stronger by drawing the blood of the black dragon.

After passing by several strange projects that are impossible to understand without reading the instructions, he finally found an amusement equipment similar to what he had in mind at a corner.

There is a string of large letters in the title, which reads "Beating the Orc's Face Violently".

The so-called orc seems to be a green cloth bag tied to a humanoid model as the orc's head. Some grass is inserted as the orc's hair. From a distance, it really looks like the real thing.

There is a sign next to it written in crooked Common Tongue that says it costs ten copper coins to punch once. If you score more than five hundred points, you will get a piece of candy.

Isn't this just selling a candy for ten copper coins? This candy is almost as expensive as a pie.

But what level is this five hundred points?

Jess sat on the stone platform of the flower bed next to him and watched if anyone would go up and punch.

Soon a rather sturdy man walked over, handed over a handful of copper coins, and punched the head.

At a glance, this guy's movements show that he has practiced. The orc's head swayed. Next to it, a scoreboard spun rapidly and finally stopped at more than seven hundred.

The goblin happily handed him a small green square candy. The man happily sat aside and ate the candy. Everyone was satisfied. At this time, a boy about two or three years younger than him walked up. He ran up and punched. He scored more than four hundred points. He was not convinced and wanted to try again. He punched again and scored more than four hundred points. He spent twenty copper coins and was unhappy, muttering and cursing.

Although he had never played this kind of goblin game here before, he felt that he must not be as strong as that strong man before. That man is tall and strong, and there is a scar on his rib, like a veteran.

If he goes over and punches this time and scores higher than him, there must be some different changes.

However, when he suddenly stood up by supporting his knees, the scald on his right arm suddenly burned painfully. He was having so much fun that he actually forgot about his injury.

Forget it. Is it worth wasting money and ruining your body to test something so ethereal?

At this time, the boy walked up again, handed ten copper coins to the goblin, shook his arms, practiced a few punches in the air, and warmed up by stomping his feet back and forth.

Jess turned his head and was curious about how many points he could score this time.

The goblins applauded and cheered for him. The boy also regained his confidence from his previous depression.

"Ha!"

He yelled and punched hard on the orc's head. As a result, this time the scoreboard didn't move at all. Did he break the machine?

A mechanical arm lifted up behind the scoreboard. The body of the sandbag orc suddenly turned without warning. The arm suddenly swung out and hit hard on the chest of the little boy who was looking back at his score!

The boy let out a groan and was knocked to the ground. He covered his chest and coughed a few times and began to wail.

"Oh my god!" The nearest goblin put down the money box in his hand and rushed over. He jumped onto the orc's back and wanted to perform some operation, but was directly picked up by the mechanical arm and thrown to the other side of the street.

"Detected unknown attack. Trade robot model 800-A activates self-defense mechanism to protect the property of the Steamwheedle Cartel!"

With a mechanical voice that was clearly pieced together by goblin recordings, the fake orc stood up and took two steps. The base wrapped in rags turned out to be a pair of iron feet!

It seemed to have been disassembled. Many parts of the shell were missing, and the internal parts were clearly visible. A puff of smoke emerged with every movement.

"Stop working! Stop working! End the process! Cancel the command!" A goblin next to him stomped his feet and kept yelling. However, this fake orc remained unmoved and walked straight towards the little boy who was knocked down on the ground step by step.

The two arms broke free from some unknown fixing devices with a few clanging sounds. The robot completely got rid of the restraints and ran straight towards the boy.

"Stop him!" A goblin yelled at the strong man who scored seven hundred points. "Blake, stop him quickly!"

"When you paid me, you didn't say that I had to fight a robot desperately!" That guy named Blake said to the other goblins. "This is something you made. Think of a way yourself!"

Many people in the square looked over here. Even Father Winter who was dancing stopped.

The boy helplessly backed away, trying to get up and run away. But he slipped on the bricks again. This time, whether it was because of fear or because of the pain from the fall, he let out a wail with a crying tone.

The robot's spring-like arm swung hard towards the boy. But suddenly, it was deflected by a flying scoreboard. The fist hit the floor tiles.

"800-A detects a more threatening target."

The robot turned its head. The already not very fitting fake orc head cover was crooked, revealing the cold robot face and flashing red lights below.

Jess was standing right in front of him and said to the goblin next to him, "Give me something I can hit with."

The goblin handed him something. Jess took it and looked. It was a large wrench...

"This..."

The goblin had already run away.

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke sprayed out from the back of the robot. Another spring arm suddenly swung over. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. But Jess accurately swung the wrench to deflect it. He took a few steps forward and then used the wrench to push aside another swinging arm and hit hard towards the robot's chest where the protective shell had been removed!

There was only a loud clang. The robot staggered back two steps.

"800-A core damaged... Activating backup..."

Jess decisively hit the robot's shoulder. One hit stopped its voice. The entire robot scattered all over the place with a clattering sound.

After shaking for a while, a moving transmission device in the lower half moved out by itself. But it only walked a few meters before completely collapsing and smoking.

Jess looked at his own hands and could even feel the blood vessels constantly trembling with his heartbeat. This is definitely not the reaction speed and strength he originally had. In every aspect, it is a notch stronger than before.

Although the robot's movements are stiff and not very accurate, it is really fast and has enough strength. It's not easy to fight it head-on.

These goblins must have slightly modified a scrapped trade robot with combat capabilities and took it out as a target to make money.

This time Jess was sure that drawing the blood of that black dragon really brought some changes.

However, is it the fusion of the vitality of the black dragon and his own vitality? Or is it the fusion of the shadow of the black dragon and his own shadow power? Or is it both with like terms combined?

There were waves of discussions coming from the side. The goblins ran over while blaming each other and moved away the completely broken parts of the robot.

Jess endured the pain in his arm, helped up the boy who was already panicked and at a loss. Then he picked up his things and fled the scene.

It is estimated that the guards of Dalaran will come soon. Who knows how much trouble the shadow energy emanating from him will cause.

On the way back to Dushan's house, he realized that he could completely use the reason that the black dragon had attacked him to explain the shadow energy on his body!

Perhaps when he goes to Hinterlands in a while, he can also tell those Wildhammer dwarves that he was injured because he fought with a black dragon, so his whole body is full of dark energy.

This... The excuse is simply perfect.

But this reason can probably only be used for a few months. After all, if others see that you are still full of shadow energy for such a long time and there are no obvious aftereffects or anything, they will gradually become more and more suspicious.

But in any case, it can deal with possible accidents on the trip to Aerie Peak.