The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

Gragas

Suddenly, a throwing ax was inserted into the wooden floor against Gragas’ belly. Gragas was startled and looked in the direction the ax was thrown from.

Olaf wiped off the wine foam and oil stains on his beard, and walked towards Gragas with bare hands: “Don’t rush to leave, fat man, I heard that you are very good at fighting, how about you come and fight me with two moves? I’ve been itching a lot lately.”

Gragas turned his head coldly, and said in a low voice, “I’m not in the mood!”

“That’s up to you.” Olaf stretched his muscles and walked in front of Gragas, “Although I prefer to use an axe, but you are so fat that you are too bullied with weapons, so let’s fight me hand-to-hand.” , Whoever kills the first one wins.”

“I told you, I’m not in the mood!” Gragas pushed his fat palm towards Olaf.

“Ha!” Olaf punched Gragas in the face, and the fat man fell to the ground.

Olaf shook his fist, and said disdainfully: “It’s so soft when you fight, are you really good at fighting?”

The audience at the Drunken Owl Restaurant, including Lothar, looked like they were enjoying the show. Those who knew him would not really think of him as just a fat man with a big belly.

Gragas got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his nose, and unscrewed the cork of his wine barrel.

Olaf raised his eyebrows. There was an extremely cold smell of wine coming from this unremarkable wine barrel. It is impossible for ordinary wine to have such an smell.

“Zhenbing” Olaf immediately recognized what was in the barrel. He licked his lips, “Interesting.”

Gragas picked up the barrel and pointed his mouth at the [resource group]: 9? 8; 0; 2? . 0′. 5,,8″5.; 6 barrel mouth, pour wine with head up.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong.

Everyone was silent, including Olaf. They were all waiting for Gragas.

“Ha…” Gragas took a deep breath and babbled.

His face became even redder, like a piece of red-hot iron ingot, “It’s almost smelly… But that’s enough… Who is that! You want to fight, right? Come on!”

Gragas put the big wine barrel aside, his fat body slowly turned red, and he trembled three times, yelling at Olaf non-stop.

“Bastard!” Olaf raised his fist and slammed it into Gragas’ face again.

However, this time, Gragas took a step ahead and threw his heavy body forward. Before Olaf’s fist landed on him, he was knocked flying and knocked over three tables.

“Yo Ho! Well done!”

Section 56

“Who is that person?”

“It seems to be a Rockfarer.”

“There’s a good show to watch! Gragas and the Rockfarers are fighting!”

“The alcoholic and the berserker will show off! Bet, bet!”

The entire Zuixiao’s restaurant was boiling. The waitresses quickly removed the tables and chairs to leave an open space for the battle that was about to break out. Judging by their proficiency, it was obviously not the first time they did this kind of thing.

The troublemakers gathered together and began to throw blood money as bets.

“I bet Gragas wins!”

“I’ll bet on Fatty too!”

“I bet on that Berserker! Give it a go!”

Lothar shook his head, looked at the noisy crowd with a smile, and thought, “This is the tavern.”

The tavern owner was cooking his own soup, and said indifferently: “If you break something, you will be compensated according to the price.”

Olaf got up from the wreckage of the table and said with a sinister smile, “Enough! Come on!”

The muscles of the berserker’s whole body exploded, and the terrifying tendons were densely covered. His fists bombarded Gragas with violent force.

However, the fat on Gragas’ body was like armor, seemingly flimsy and vulnerable, but Olaf couldn’t exert much force on it.

“Hey!” Gragas picked up a bench and slammed Olaf on the head. Sawdust flew all over the place, and blood dripped from Olaf’s forehead.

The smell of blood stimulated the Berserker, Olaf kicked Gujaras in the stomach violently, the big fat man was kicked several meters away, but he stood up immediately, picked up a bottle left on the nearby table Honey wine, gulp gulp down your stomach.

The fight between the two was still going on, and Olaf’s blood was getting thicker and thicker.The smell of alcohol on Lagasse’s body is getting heavier and heavier, as if blood and wine can give strength to the two of them, their fighting is becoming more and more fierce and bloody, and even the crowd who started booing are quieted down because of their fighting .

“Honey…after fighting for so long, are they still human?”

“Even the Ice Bloodline should be beaten to the ground, they are still beating!”

“Look! Gragas is drinking again! His tooth was knocked out again!”

“That berserker was also kicked in the gut! Hiss! It hurts!”

Lothar sat comfortably on the bench, enjoying the scene of the bloody fight while drinking.

“That’s great…” Losa narrowed his eyes and said to himself, “I want to fight too…”

The sleeve of Lothar’s right arm drooped from the bench and fell to the ground weakly.

…

“So are you two having a good time?” Lothar stood outside the Drunken Owl’s restaurant, in front of Olaf and Gragas, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The two of them fought all night, until the audience couldn’t bear it anymore and went home. Finally, in the early morning, they both fell down and were carried out of the tavern by the owner and waiters of the Zui Xiao Tavern.

Olaf said unconvinced: “Not yet! I can still fight!”

Gragas hugged the big wine barrel that had bottomed out, and seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, muttering in a low voice: “There’s no more wine…”

Lothar sighed, and said to Gugalas, “Hey, do you still recognize me?”

Gragas, who was sober, looked extremely decadent. He raised his head and looked at Lothar: “I don’t know…”

“Are you really, have you lost your mind from drinking?” Lothar pointed at himself and said, “It’s me, Lothar, the Lothar who looked for raw materials for mead with you a few years ago!”

Gragas touched his bald head in confusion: “It seems that there is such a person…”

Lothar was speechless for a while.

Gragas rubbed his eyes and said, “Just pretend I know you, that… Lolo…”

“It’s Lothar, you should drink less.” Lothar corrected.

“Oh, yes, Lothar.” Gragas raised his loose belt, “What do you want me for? Do you know this grumpy guy?”

“Who the hell has a bad temper!” Olaf raised his fist, but was immediately stopped by Lothar.

“It’s like this, Gragas, I found out that you’ve been staying here recently, so I came to see you. I want you to go to Raxstark.” Lothar explained his purpose of coming.

“Luke Stark” Gragas dug his ears, “Where is it?”

Lothar couldn’t help rubbing his forehead. This big fat man didn’t know the holy city of Avarosa, which is well-known throughout the Freljord.

“In the west, you can find a guide to take you there before the end of summer.” Lothar explained patiently.

“Oh…what do you want me to do?” Gragas asked.

“There is a tribe over there, that is, the tribe of me and this guy.” Lothar pointed at Olaf, and the berserker folded his arms in displeasure.

“Go to be your thug.” Gragas probably guessed it, and waved his hand directly, “No! I haven’t got the boss’s formula yet, so don’t go!”

“Listen to me first.” Losara grasped Gragas’ fat palm, “Letting you go is not just for you to fight, it’s good for you.”

“What are the benefits?”

“How about a big wine cellar that belongs to you?” Lothar smiled, “The war mother of that tribe is my blood alliance. You just need to tell her that you were introduced by me in the past, and the condition is to build a big wine cellar of your own.” Wine cellar, she will definitely promise you.”

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No one can beat Gragas, just like no one can drink him.

——The owner of the Drunken Owl Restaurant