Star Forge Titan

"Sorry." Aiwen straightened his expression and said seriously:

"It's okay, it's okay. It's been a long time. Besides, seeing how healthy and strong I am now, I know that everything will turn out well."

The orc Gaoshan smiled generously and flexed his arm muscles. But then, sadness and anger appeared in his eyes.

"But now when I think about it, I still can't help but want to draw my sword and chop off all the heads of those bloodthirsty nobles! Especially that bloodthirsty Hopt, the damned Fifth Witch King. It was he who built the bloody arena and killed so many innocent people!"

Taking a deep breath, the orc Gaoshan breathed several times at a special frequency, and then quickly returned to calm, which was very unlike a barbarian orc.

"Although someone like me may never be able to make the Witch King shed even a drop of blood in my lifetime, I will never forget this debt."

"At that time, I could only watch as my clansmen were dragged out one by one and slaughtered like livestock, while the group of nobles continued to burst into laughter."

"But just when everyone felt hopeless, the Fists of Freedom arrived! They used magic scrolls to blow down part of the arena's outer wall, then bravely swung their fists and broke everyone's shackles!"

The orc Gaoshan's voice became more excited, and even the members of the adventure team who had heard him tell similar stories countless times couldn't help but smile.

"Eventually, even the enslaved lower-class gladiatorial slaves joined the rebellion. It's said that the original Freedom Fist was born in an arena dedicated to bare-handed combat performances."

"And I, ever since I was rescued, have wanted to become a true boxer."

As he spoke, the orc Gaoshan's expression became somewhat lonely and sad.

"Unfortunately, I was too young at the time. The Freedom Fists fighters all jokingly said they would wait until I grew up before joining them. But not long after that, the 'Seven Bloody Days' occurred. Five Witch Kings simultaneously attacked the Freedom Fists, forcing all their activities underground. It was naturally difficult for an ordinary adventurer like me to come into contact with them."

Seven Bloody Days...

A non-stop, seven-day massacre...

Although it is just four simple words, the meaning revealed is very straightforward.

It's so frank it's shocking and chilling. It's hard to imagine how many people died, and even harder to imagine how much innocent blood was shed in this endless desert.

Ivan fell silent.

"But I haven't given up on this ideal. After all, the fighters said that boxing is something that anyone can practice, and it symbolizes the power of freedom and resistance!"

Gao Shan quickly recovered from his depressed mood and continued to talk about boxing with great interest.

Through his narration, Alvin gradually gained some understanding of the Silent Desert specialty, the Fist Fighter.

Simply put, due to the lack of weapons, the first generation of rebels who were originally unarmed gladiators began to research, hoping to use their own hands and feet to unleash combat power that was no less than that of armed soldiers.

Finally, they came up with an important invention. After meditation-like training, fighters could use specific breathing rhythms and specific movements to activate the magic power in their bodies, thereby exerting special magic-like abilities.

This method consumes less magic power than magic, but the range of influence is also smaller. Initially, it can only be effective on the user himself.

After that, there were decades of silent research, and as a result, many different boxing styles emerged in the silent desert.

These boxing styles call specific movements configurations, and each has one or two boxing configurations of its own, and different configurations can exert corresponding special abilities.

"The Flowing Stone Fist I practice has a configuration called 'Hard Rock', which can make my skin as hard as rock, just like this." As he said this, Gao Shan jumped off the camel and started practicing it directly.

He raised his hands and put them together in front of him, and then the skin on his arms turned grayish-white, as if they had turned into granite stone statues.

"Unfortunately, I haven't practiced well enough, so the effect is limited to my two arms. I can't turn my entire body into stone."

After flexing his arms, the orc Gao Shan felt a little embarrassed. He just wanted to recruit another person with potential to spread his boxing skills, but his current performance seemed a little unconvincing.

"This is very good." Alvin was quite impressed.

I didn't expect that in the desert, there is technology that allows warriors to master spell-like abilities at a low level.

Sure enough, the real world of Palladio is really huge, and I don’t know what kind of special configurations other boxing styles will have.

"Okay, okay, we're almost at the mission location." Andre urged helplessly.

"What? Uncle, you've been secretly practicing boxing as well." Lilim said with a wicked smile:

"Go away, it's just a habit formed from the stupid things I did when I was young and ignorant." Andre waved his hand, but a slight blush appeared on his dark old face.

Then, the captain of the adventure team looked at Ivan seriously.

"By the way, newbie, I see you don't seem to have any equipment with you. Do you need any?"

"Equipment... shouldn't be a problem." Alvin thought about it.

Because of the sudden opening of the Dark Portal, he did not carry all his belongings when he rushed in, so he did not have much left on him now.

But at this moment, there are a lot of things stuffed in the lepton space. The largest area is naturally the core structure of the giant god soldier which has turned into a ball of glowing metal.

The two flawless gems are currently floating in the center of the lepton space. They chase each other and form a glowing circle. One can vaguely feel the powerful energy and unique meaning slowly accumulating in it.

In addition to this, there was the Crusher heavy pistol that he had made earlier, the soul-made weapon Karlbant that had fallen into silence, the legendary holy sword Burning Justice, and other miscellaneous items.

Oh yeah...

Ivan's eyes suddenly focused, and he found that the armor of despair, which was blessed or cursed by the Terror, was also there.

What surprised him even more was that the full set of armor that originally had triple curses now had another curse, continuing to stride towards the true Armor of Deep Despair.

The aura of fear, multiple reinforcements, infinite anger, and the despair armor with an increasingly strong red magical glow all around it are now given a fourth characteristic by the newly emerged curse.

The fourth seal – slaughter.

The essence of combat is not honor but bloody slaughter, and all acts of killing please the Terror.

The function of this cursed mark is as straightforward as ever. While the user makes the enemy bleed, he or she can recover a certain amount of physical strength and vitality.

Likewise, the side effects of the Fourth Seal were quite straightforward. After activating the Seal of Slaughter, the user's murderous intent would continue to grow over time, until they were completely consumed by a frenzied bloodlust.

Looking at the magic armor that could now be renamed the 'Quadruple Curse·Deep Despair Armor', especially the fourth mark on the center of the skull visor on the helmet, Ivan couldn't help but feel his temples throbbing.

NMD!WSM?

That weirdo with a dog head is really going to never end!?!

"Newcomer? What's wrong with you?" Lilim asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about what to prepare for the next battle." Ivan forced a smile after trying to calm himself down and put the matter behind him as if he didn't see it.

"Are you nervous? Don't worry, our target this time is just the goblins." The halfling female thief jumped behind Ivan pretending to be mature, put her arm around his shoulder and acted like a big sister.

"I'll take care of you, newbie."

Lilith looked so inexplicably funny that Alvin and the other team members couldn't help but laugh.

Then, the angry Mountain King turned around and tried to bite Lilim, but the halfling female thief was extremely agile and flew up and down, easily avoiding the "clicking" sound of the bad-tempered horse's sharp white teeth.

The mission accepted by the tracker team this time is a very common cleanup mission.

Signs of desert goblin activity appeared at an oasis farm near the city of Ismailia. Knowing that such a thing could not be ignored, the farmer immediately commissioned the Adventurer Bank to issue relevant mission contracts on his behalf.

Oasis farms are large plantations near desert cities dedicated to producing various agricultural products. They are one of the few places in the desert where food can be grown. Therefore, even if there are only a few goblins, the farmers will deal with them with extreme caution.

You know, if the farm's production is disrupted or even destroyed, the farmer who is responsible will be held accountable by the Witch King.

Generally speaking, the consequence of accountability is often hanging the city’s south gate shoulder to shoulder with smugglers.

Come on, the Witch-King is a dictator.

As for Desert Goblins, they are a subspecies of ordinary Goblins in desert areas, with khaki skin instead of light green.

Other than that, Desert Goblins are just as dumb and weak as regular Goblins, and can be kicked away by an adult.

In short, their ecological niche in nature is actually a scavenger role similar to that of a scavenger.

Weak feet...

In short, this kind of mission is perfect for testing the compatibility between newcomers and the team. At the same time, vague news about sandworms was heard in another area not far from the farm a few weeks ago, so it is a good opportunity to confirm the authenticity of the rumor.

So, the group headed towards Oasis Farm.

But the development of things seems somewhat unexpected.

"Could that be the desert...goblins you mentioned?"

Riding on the back of the tall Mountain King, Alvin looked at the oasis farm in the distance where thick smoke was rising with some confusion.

In front of a sturdy building surrounded by a large number of monsters, an ogre who was over three meters tall, extremely fat, and had a protruding belly was holding a mace and howling.

And beside this ogre, there is a large group of short figures who are also screaming and yelling. These guys are the real desert goblins.

But the most striking thing about it was that the ogre had two heads! Two!

"Wow, a living two-headed ogre. This is the first time I've seen one."

Alvin looked at the monster with curiosity.

"Is this the time to lament about something like this?!?" Lilim was shocked and angry, and her twin ponytails seemed to be standing up.

"Something terrible has happened! It's very likely that a whole group of ogre bandits attacked the farm!"

Andre's tone also became extremely serious.

"So?" Alvin and Shanwang tilted their heads at the same time.

This wasn't because a certain savage Titan from the north was playing dumb. It was simply because the enemies he had fought before were too abnormal and exaggerated, so that when he suddenly saw monsters like ogres and goblins, which were so common that they almost brought tears to his eyes, he didn't even feel a bit of nervousness or urgency.

The members of the tracker team seemed to realize that something was wrong at this moment.

But before they could react, they saw a newcomer riding a huge black horse approaching the battlefield at a pace almost like taking a walk.

Maybe it was because the distance was getting farther, but the Tracker Team felt that the newcomer's presence was rapidly decreasing, along with that strange horse, so much so that many ordinary monsters just ignored him and let him pass by.

"Wait..." Before they could say anything to stop him, they saw Alvin riding on his horse and kicking him.

This light kick landed on the ogre's butt, turning the latter into an extremely elastic beef ball, which crashed to the ground and then bounced back quickly, crashing into the outer wall of the house where the farm residents were defending.

The ogre's two heads pierced into the wall at the same time, and the fat body hanging outside twitched slightly for a few times and then stopped moving.

Looking down at a group of stunned desert goblins, Ivan's eyes were very indifferent.

The goblins seemed to be frightened and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Ivan's brows began to frown slightly, but before he could do anything, the Mountain King suddenly let out a roar.

Then, the huge black horse raised its front legs and, following Alvin's previous actions, gave a flying kick to a goblin nearby.

Snap! The lucky Desert Goblin experienced the feeling of flying for the first time in his life.

It feels like flying...

The next moment, all the goblins knelt.

Faced with unprecedented survival pressure, they did not hesitate to use the ultimate survival strategy secrets passed down from generation to generation by the Goblin clan.

"Be a slave! I'm willing to be a slave!"

"Yes, yes, I'm willing to be a slave!"

Sounds like these came one after another, just like a group of scabs vying to be dogs, which was really ridiculous.

Chapter 19: Justice with Fists

Oasis Farm Tatooine, no one remembers the specific meaning of this name.

In short, the Tatooine farm a few hours ago was as peaceful as usual.

People were tending to the various crops that had wilted under the scorching sun, trying to ensure that this year's harvest would be at least slightly higher than the share of taxes collected by the nobles, so that their families would not starve to death in the following year.

Of course, there are also some "weirdos" who are not so interested in farm work.

There was a young man who raised his arms and clasped them in front of him, posing in a strange posture. Although the scorching sun shone on his brown skin, the young man showed no signs of shaking or retreating.

Salty sweat flowed into his eye sockets, bringing waves of unbearable numbness, but the young man still maintained his movements. One could vaguely see traces of granite-like gray spreading and fading on his arms.

"Lucas, you should go to work. Staring at the scorching sun all the time will make your eyes blind."

When the young man's uncle passed by carrying farm tools, he couldn't help but complain to him.

"Got it, Uncle Owen. I'll be done with practice in a few minutes."

The young man called Lucas just smiled at this. He was used to other people on the farm talking about him behind his back. At least Uncle Owen, who just passed by, had good intentions.

"Practice boxing! Practice boxing! All you do is practice boxing all day long! Can boxing skills be used to produce crops? The saxauls in your farmland are almost dried up!" Owen muttered and stamped his feet, but he still had no idea what to do with his nephew.

Maybe I shouldn't have told Lucas so many stories about the past.

Owen sighed in his heart:

His poor and stupid brother was like this in his early years, always talking about wanting to let everyone see a better tomorrow, and practicing his boxing skills under the scorching sun to the point that even the noble lords who came to collect taxes didn't dare to speak loudly to him.

The result? After the bloody seven days over a decade ago, that man never returned. As a result, Tatooine Farm now has to pay higher taxes than other nearby farms.

Alas, this world...