Star Forge Titan

This is a very common situation in the Great Wild Forest. There are many different races living together in the entire United Emirates of the Wild Forest. Adults tend to live in large mixed groups and small concentrated groups. Most races can be seen mixed in markets and towns, while the scattered small villages are inhabited by people of the same race.

As a result, the probability of mixed-race children appearing is naturally higher than in the outside world.

Inside the carriage of the rental carriage, Bryant, who was in the form of a Northland sled dog, panted with his tongue out. He was about to change back into human form when he was stopped by Ivan.

"Don't be anxious. You said that the other party has already learned about us from his subordinates, but I remember that guy named Sodoko was clearly..." Ivan glanced at Khayang secretly.

Considering that there were outsiders present, he did not elaborate on how the other party abused the undead magic to kill the enemy indiscriminately without intending to let anyone go.

Incidentally, Khayon also glanced at Ivan. With other people present, he didn't intend to explain how the black-haired boy who called himself an alchemist mustered his muscles and wiped out a gang member with one punch.

"Uh, that guy's name is Sodozo, not Sodoko." Bryant corrected silently:

"From what I've heard, although the Suburban Gang was completely wiped out by the Orphan Gang a few minutes ago, the new underground leader in the downtown area is indeed tough. But you also know that guys who work for the nobles occasionally get some magic-related gadgets." The hairy druid spread his hands, or paws, in dog form, making this simple action look particularly funny.

"Sodozo possesses a ring similar to a magic toy that can store images of what the holder sees. Previously, after escaping the enemy's pursuit, I transformed into a skunk and sneaked back to eavesdrop on their conversation. I learned that your identities were already known to Baron Lincoln."

"..." Aiwen frowned and asked in a serious tone:

"What does he know about us?"

"It doesn't sound like much. At least when he told his men, Baron Lincoln only mentioned that one of them might be a second-level spellcaster and told them to be on high alert. He said little else. After all, the ring isn't a true magic item, and the images it can retain are relatively vague. I guess that's all the information he knows." As he spoke, Bryant suddenly revealed his sharp white teeth.

"Hey, if you plan to cause trouble for that guy next time, please be sure to take me with you." The hairy druid, who had transformed into a northern sled dog, made a creaking sound of grinding his teeth.

"We in the Great Wilderness Forest hate those bastards who don't follow the rules and don't keep their promises the most!"

"In that case..." Alvin's ears moved slightly, and his keen perception, enhanced by the secret ritual and bloodline, caught the subtle sound coming from outside the carriage. It was a series of dense horse hoof sounds coming from far away.

"Let you be the first one to face them."

"Okay! Uh, wait, who are we facing?" Bryant nodded in agreement subconsciously, and then immediately showed a look of astonishment.

"Tsk tsk, actually using cavalry in the city, that guy seems to have lost his mind in panic." Ka Yang lifted the curtain hanging on the side of the carriage and looked at the group of armored cavalry approaching rapidly outside the window in amazement.

"It's not surprising. He probably didn't know before that his good subordinate, Sodoko, actually hid a secret ledger that recorded the information of all his transaction partners."

"It's Sodozo, not Sodoko." Bryant corrected silently:

"It doesn't matter. He's a guy who won't appear again anyway." Alvin chuckled and pushed open the carriage door.

At this moment, the driver of the hired carriage immediately jumped out of the car. He didn't dare to get involved in such a dangerous matter.

The unmanned carriage slowly slowed down, and gradually, the horses pulling it snorted and stopped, and ordinary people passing by also scattered in all directions with caution, and the entire street was soon empty. The cavalrymen who were charging in this direction split into two teams, surrounding the carriage from both sides.

The cavalrymen were wearing silver-gleaming half-armor, and each of them was holding a steam rifle with an extended bayonet. They were the most elite patrol cavalry in the city guard.

"Listen up everyone in the carriage, you have been... arrested... Puff!!!"

Before the leading cavalryman with epaulettes could finish his words, he saw a northern sled dog with a terrified face and tongue hanging out, rapidly growing in front of him.

The second half of his sentence was also hit head-on by the sled dog that was spinning and charging at high speed (perhaps even breaking through the armor), and it turned into a strange sound floating in the air that had suddenly become quiet.

Ivan withdrew his hand and dug his ears uninterestingly, as memories of his time as a (trickster) citizen in Lind in past games quickly emerged.

"It's so annoying. I've heard this so many times."

Chapter 82 He stinks

skunk.

This is an animal with the same black and white color as the Northern Malamute. They are usually about 65 cm long, which is only slightly larger than a domestic cat.

But carnivores in the wild would never normally consider it as prey because this animal has a unique skill: its foul smell.

Skunks secrete a foul-smelling fluid from a gland near their tail, which they release towards their attacker when threatened.

Within a range of 3.5 meters, a skunk will rarely miss its target. The liquid can cause temporary blindness, and its potent odor can be smelled from a distance of up to 800 meters. These animals sometimes employ their own unique tactics to seize other animals' nests. The method is quite simple: first, wait for the owner to leave. Second, go in and fart. That's it.

In short, most predators in the wild will generally avoid skunks unless they are extremely hungry.

After all, this little dish has little meat and a lot of bones, and most importantly, it stinks. Who would want to eat this kind of thing!

This animal is mentioned because a certain druid knew something about it.

Ever since he was a child and poked the butt of this little creature with a wooden stick, and ended up being stinking for three days and three nights, even his mother looked at him with disgust, and his other friends ran away when they saw him, Bryant has had a very deep impression of this animal.

The once naughty boy was now shaking his head and gradually regaining consciousness. Then, he saw a group of fully armed but stunned rangers surrounding him.

Even though the Rangers were the most elite soldiers in the city guard, they had never seen anyone throw a dog as a throwing weapon.

The sergeant leading their team was now lying unconscious on the ground.

The sled dog's strong skull and Ivan's arm strength made him completely unconscious at the moment of the collision between the human head and the dog head, but at the same time, it also put Bryant in a state of siege.

"Dead dog!" A cavalryman pulled the reins, trying to drive the tall warhorse wearing a vest and riding clothes to crush the dog to death with its hard hooves.

Dangerous!

The Druid sequence extraordinary profession gives Bryant wild instincts that are almost like beasts. He reacts immediately when he realizes that there is a threat in the surrounding environment.

The rangers saw that the originally medium-sized Northern sled dog suddenly began to shrink, and it actually turned into a completely different animal on the spot.

The newly appeared animal also had black and white fur, and its big, fluffy tail like a squirrel immediately stood up high. To be precise, it used its short front paws to support the ground, and then its entire body stood upside down like a suddenly erected stick.

"Eat your shit, Tin Dog!" Bryant taunted with his skunk mouth.

Iron Dog is a derogatory term used by freelancers and adventurers to refer to public security officers when they come into conflict with them. Incidentally, they also call sheriffs "Black Dogs" because their uniforms are mostly black.

Following that shrill curse, the faces of all the patrol cavalrymen changed drastically. This was not because of the anger after being provoked, but because of the pungent stench that quickly spread in the air!

Even Ivan and Kayon, who had just stepped off the carriage, had their faces changed drastically and immediately covered their noses.

The smell is simply indescribable. If I had to make a metaphor, it would be like putting a durian and an unclogged cat litter box into a microwave oven. After five minutes, the stench that comes out would be multiplied several times that level.

The Rangers' faces paled. Even their horses reared up and neighed miserably. The closest horse even uttered a large amount of white matter from its mouth, its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed to the ground. As for the rider behind it, even the horse couldn't handle it, let alone a human.

The rider in half-body armor was lying on the ground, and even with half of his body pinned down by the horse, he did not move at all. He looked no different from a dead person.

A squad of twelve Rangers, minus the lead sergeant who was struck down by Ivan's high-speed spinning sled dogs, had six of the remaining eleven inflicted with the vomiting debuff by the biochemical attack unleashed by Bryant's skunk transformation. Two of them fainted, and the remaining four were practically incapacitated. Even two of their horses had fallen.

"Hahaha, this is the power of nature!" The skunk transformed from the druid released poisonous gas and rushed towards the other rangers who were still standing while laughing.

By the way, this guy was still maintaining a difficult handstand while launching a stinking charge.

Only about thirty seconds later, only the last man was left in this unprepared cavalry patrol.

The strong soldier was now leaning against the wall with tears streaming down his face, trying to keep standing. He used the rifle in his hand as a crutch. His young and tender face was filled with an expression of extreme fear, and his eyes, which were red from being smoked, were staring straight ahead.

"Don't come over here!" The cavalryman shouted desperately at the approaching skunk:

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Bryant walked closer with a strange laugh.

Finally, with a soft "bu" sound, the screams from the patrolling special forces came to an abrupt end.

"Tsk, you spoiled Lutetia." Bryant, who came out of the countryside woods, spat on the ground, his hairy face with black and white hair full of disdain.

When he turned around to settle the score with Ivan who had just thrown him out, he saw that both of them had a pair of crow-beak gas masks on their faces. These were simple gas masks that Ivan had rubbed out on the spot. The multiple layers of gauze and activated carbon barely blocked the stench released by the skunk.

At this moment, the black-haired boy was extremely grateful for the omnipotence of the talent [Reshaping the World], but the two little gadgets also consumed a lot of his magic power, so much so that he regretted that he might as well just use his fists directly, which might save some effort.

"Uh..." Seeing the gas masks on the two men's faces, the skunk who had transformed from a druid had a speechless expression on his face, and the idea of ​​wanting to get back at them was immediately suppressed from his heart.

In nature, although most carnivores will not attack skunks, there are a few animals that are not among them.

One of them is the New World eagle owl. This bird, a close relative of an owl, has no sense of smell, so it doesn't mind skunks at all. Someone once found 57 skunk bones in an eagle owl's nest.

The sizes and types of animals that low-level druids can transform into are very limited, and each animal transformation requires them to spend a long time familiarizing themselves with and understanding the object of transformation, so the skunk transformation is one of Bryant's few trump cards at this stage.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, he very realistically chose to forget the other party's previous behavior of treating him as a throwing prop.

"What should we do next?" Bryant retracted his upside-down hind legs, and the whole skunk stood up, with his two short front paws crossed in front of his chest, looking annoyed.

"Well, I originally planned to use a more formal method to handle this matter, but obviously the other party doesn't think so." Ivan's voice of suppressed laughter came from under the gas mask.

In the game, although he had heard the druid players in the guild talk about the various tricks they had performed at low levels, seeing the "Stink Defeat Enemy" move with his own eyes still made him want to laugh out loud.

"Obviously, the other party didn't expect things to turn out like this." Ka Yang also said with a suppressed smile:

At the same time, he raised his hand and pointed forward.

Ivan and Bryant looked up and saw a group of city guards with grim expressions standing a hundred meters away. In front of them was Baron Henry Madayne Lincoln himself, who had the grimest expression.

The baron was dressed in aristocratic robes and looked like a pedantic aristocrat who had walked out of an old oil painting, but he was not very old, probably only about thirty years old.

"You... are very good." Baron Lincoln looked at several people angrily. His eyes were fixed on the account book in Ivan's hand, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

"Let's talk?" The baron suppressed his anger, pointed to a coffee shop on the street, and took the initiative to signal his men to step back a distance.

But his proactive gesture of goodwill was not rewarded.

"I have nothing to discuss with those who sell banned drugs." Alvin said in a cold tone.

"What do you want?" Baron Lincoln asked with a frown:

"What do you want?" Alvin raised his eyebrows.

Before he could say anything, Ka Yang beside him said in a sweet and cold voice:

"I want to see you hanged."

In an instant, the sound of swords being unsheathed echoed throughout the entire street.

Chapter 83: Refining Begins

Linde is in a period of social transformation. Both the old and new forces are secretly exerting their strength, and even ordinary people can feel the tense atmosphere hidden in the air.

Moreover, compared to new management agencies that have only emerged in recent years, such as the Public Security Bureau, the City Guard, a traditional organization with many years of history, also has the unique characteristics of the army in the purely feudal period in the past.

To the public, they are not good people.

Therefore, as soon as the fully armed city guards appeared, the long street immediately became quiet, and the pedestrians who were originally walking on the street spontaneously stayed away from this troubled place.

This matter must be settled here and now!

Baron Lincoln's calm appearance lies in a heart filled with anxiety.

The current situation was an accident caused by a series of coincidences. He hadn't been unprepared for the possibility that his subordinates had hidden the account books. However, Sodozo, who came from the lower city, clearly possessed the survival wisdom of the lower class. This allowed him to successfully evade the scrutiny and monitoring of his backer, quietly leaving behind the account book recording the transaction items.

Perhaps Sodozo had only considered using this to protect himself, but a certain alchemist (self-proclaimed) and a certain low-level wizard (self-proclaimed) who suddenly arrived like a storm caused him and his suburban gang to be destroyed in an instant.

The well-hidden account book was easily found thanks to Khayon's exceptional talent for treachery. A certain talented treacherous individual, who claimed to be a low-level mage, said that even when he was eight years old, his method of hiding toys was more ingenious than Khayon's method of hiding the account book.

In a way, this is simply a mockery of fate.

However, although Baron Lincoln was anxious, he only felt troubled by this.

Just as he is the protector of the downtown gang leader Sodozo, there is also a big man behind him who provides protection.

Therefore, as long as he could quickly retrieve the account books and silence these two foreign guys who had just arrived in the country, other problems could still be solved!

At the moment, he has a whole team of professional soldiers with him. They are all private soldiers that he has recruited. They can definitely enforce discipline and are equipped with the latest military magic weapons.

But we cannot take it lightly. Looking at the fallen rangers, Baron Lincoln secretly became more vigilant.

Most of them were trainees, with only the leading sergeant being a first-level transcendent. This still demonstrated their formidable strength. These patrol cavalry were equipped with magical weapons and warhorses. Even an ordinary transcendent wouldn't be able to defeat them in such a short time.

The only person who knew some of his personal information was Bryant, the 'Northern Wolf' who betrayed his employer.

According to the Adventurer's Guild, he was a second-rank forest ranger of the druid order, and his abilities were limited in urban environments. In a head-on confrontation, the magical steam guns wielded by his soldiers alone could handle the situation.

Therefore, what needs to be paid attention to are the two outsiders whose strength is unknown.

Since one of them is an alchemist, he will most likely choose a balanced class such as 'Orthodox Mage' that enhances both spell control and magical perception. Such people generally have limited melee capabilities.

As for the yellow-haired man beside him who claimed to be a low-level wizard, it was difficult to judge, because there were so many spellcasting professions who called themselves wizards, and the spells and abilities they were good at were different.

In just a few words, a lot of thoughts flashed through Baron Lincoln's mind, and he immediately gave the order to attack.

Before being promoted to a higher rank, in a battle between similarly ranked lower-level transcendents, each party's understanding of the enemy's capabilities would greatly influence the outcome. Therefore, Baron Lincoln did not personally participate in the first wave of the offensive, but instead instructed his subordinates to launch a tentative attack according to their usual training.

On the other side, a hint of boredom appeared on Ivan's young face hidden under the crow's beak gas mask, and he even yawned gloomily.

The magical fluctuations emanating from Baron Lincoln, which were full of characteristics of magical engineering, allowed him to guess his profession even without relying on the plot he knew in the game.

Judging by the intensity of the magic fluctuations, well, it's most likely armored cavalry. I just wonder if he has any magical cavalry on standby. I remember him being cautious and suspicious in the story, so it's likely he has some. But what kind of magical cavalry did he bring?

At this point in time, the prototypes of the 'Iron Horse Series' and 'Metal Beast Series' should have been finalized, and even the research and development and production of mass-produced models should have been completed.

Besides, he was a noble, so he wouldn't have a better-performing machine. It couldn't be a special model like a heraldic machine, with customized enhancements, right? Even if a baron held a certain level of power, he wasn't worthy, was he?

Thinking of this, Ivan let out an inexplicable low laugh under his mask.

Yes, it's just a small role, so don't waste everyone's time.