Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 254: Acting openly

Late April, Tanle City.

It’s not even summer yet, but the scorching sun already brings a sense of heat.

Roy and his companions dressed up as adventure travelers and came to the tavern in the city.

It was still bustling here, with merchants and warriors passing by all gathered together, talking about recent events.

"Have you heard? The Shanlu tribe's caravan was massacred..."

"It's so tragic! Dozens of them, all with their heads chopped off!"

"Amo is so overbearing, is there no one who can control him?"

"Shh... There are quite a few of his minions here, so it's better to keep your voice down."

Roy glanced at the faces of several travelers who were talking, sat down silently at a table nearby, and asked the waiter to bring a few glasses of rye wine.

But he didn't drink it, instead he took out a gold coin.

The bartender's eyes widened.

I just felt that this wealthy man was not only handsome, but also shrouded in a layer of charming charm because of the light reflected by the gold coins.

"I want to ask you something..."

Roy faced Luker's face and spoke in a magnetic voice.

"The dispute between Shahroup and Amo."

The waiter's expression changed slightly, but he still lowered his voice and carefully explained the whole story.

It turned out that the warlike and bloodthirsty Amo had robbed the caravan again.

He had done this many times before, and all kinds of wealth were rapidly converging towards him.

The waiter warned solemnly: "My dear guest, the gang under Amo has become more and more rampant recently, so you must be careful.

Several adventurers who were dissatisfied with him wanted to cause trouble for him, but they were all killed.

Also, a while ago, some young men from the Molten Tribe were killed. You'd better change your gear and put away your weapons and other things...

So as not to get into trouble!"

After the waiter left, Roy glanced at the disguised Luker.

“It seems that we can find him without much effort.

These guys are even more crude than expected. They just rob people and kill people everywhere. They don't know how to do anything else."

“In fact, there may be some orcs around Amo who are smart and considerate.

But this world does not respect the mind, but the force.

There shouldn’t be much impact.”

Planjie spoke up.

While they were talking, several orcs turned sideways silently, as if they noticed something.

Not long after, a man quietly left the tavern and came to the street behind.

……

"Boom!"

After a while, the door of the tavern was suddenly knocked open by several burly figures.

A tall orc with fangs on his mouth, bristles on his face, and a face somewhat like a wild boar walked in.

They searched the crowd and soon their eyes fell on the table where Roy and the other two were sitting.

The three young men and women, each carrying a sword and a knife on their backs, dressed like adventurers, looked very easy to recognize.

"It's them!"

The leader's eyes lit up, he raised the long-handled battle axe in his hand and walked over.

When several orcs nearby saw this scene, they showed surprise on their faces, and then they all jumped up as if they were electrocuted and quickly shrank to the side.

"Among you three, which one is Luker?"

The orc holding the big axe hummed.

Luker was about to answer, but stopped suddenly.

Because he saw the face opposite him, which Roy had created so vividly that it looked like a twin brother.

That's "Lukele"!
Roy turned around slowly.

"I am."

"Hahahaha!"

The orc laughed.

Suddenly, his eyes became fierce.

"go to hell!"

The long-handled battle axe chopped down suddenly with a force as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Seeing that Roy was about to be split in half on the spot, the people around him watched the scene in horror with their hearts in their throats.

"puff!"

Roy reached out and caught the axe.

He held the blade with his five fingers so easily and casually.

The orc who took action had his eyes trembling violently, and subconsciously used more force.

As a result, Roy's fingers were like iron clamps and could not move at all.

"How, how could..."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"what……"

"This……"

"This……"

Suddenly, the orcs in the tavern cried out in horror.

Under their astonished gazes and that of the real Luker, Roy dug his fingers deep into the axe, and the hard, thick iron was deformed like clay.

"This man is so strong!"

"how so……"

"A body of flesh and blood, actually..."

After all, Planjie was a scout from the high magic world who had followed the Mage Corps in battle. She drank a glass of beer slowly and didn't think it was strange.

But I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Such physical strength...

It is indeed a truly extraordinary existence."

Ordinary refined iron needs to be forged in a furnace.

And such a body must also be trained in the alchemy room and the nutrition chamber.

Whether in terms of cost or the essence of forging and tempering.

The physical strength that Roy now possesses is definitely far superior to that of ordinary gold, silver, copper and iron.

Coupled with the powerful life energy and pure cellular power, it is not surprising that the axe was deformed.

Several minions also felt threatened.

But before they could react and try to escape, Roy's eyes became serious, and his invisible spirit condensed into spiritual thorns, which nailed them in place like iron spears.

Roy gripped the iron like mud, grabbed a piece of the axe, and pinched it with his fingers, breaking it into several pieces.

After being thrown casually, several orcs had bloody holes on their heads and were killed on the spot.

"You...you are so brave!"

Their leader, still unwilling to give up, roared in shock and anger, "How dare you kill our Molten Fire Tribe... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, a punch full of fighting spirit hit him on the forehead like a hammer.

The orc leader's voice suddenly stopped.

With a clang, the long-handled battle axe fell to the ground.

His body collapsed and slid to his knees, then fell to the ground softly.

"Kill...kill someone!"

"Those guys from the Molten Tribe...

He was killed!"

"Who on earth is this person? How could he not take the beheaded Amo seriously?"

"He's finished, and he'll be finished soon!"

"Amo will never let him and his companions go!"

The orcs nearby were terrified and talking among themselves.

Roy paid no attention.

He wanted to deliberately provoke a fight and lure Amo over.

If I were to break in by myself, not only would there not be so many people watching, but I might also fall into a trap.

More than 10 minutes later, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, and Amo came over with more than a dozen orc warrior subordinates riding on swift dragons.

"Who is so bold as to kill our Molten Fire Tribe?"

There was rage in his voice, and he roared like thunder.

Many timid orcs had already run away, and the remaining ones were those who were not afraid of death and loved to watch the fun.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked away.

(End of this chapter)