Chapter 459 I’m Thinking, These Bean Sprouts Don’t Have Much Strength

Buckets of fresh bread were brought to the long table by the waiters, and a large amount of fresh sea fish was stuffed into the ogre's stomach without even having time to cook.

The ogre known as the eldest brother is the fastest eater. The food in front of him is often destroyed before it lasts more than three seconds.

The tavern owner hurriedly ran out, bowed and asked the two elves sitting on the bench, and whispered, "Sir, madam, our food is almost eaten by these ogres, and the three-day reserve has been exhausted. , do you think it’s time to stop?”

Imrik, who watched the eating movements of these ogres with a straight face, regarded these guys as circus performers. To be honest, watching them eat was a bit joyful.

After hearing what the boss said, he took out Elvis's bank card and threw it to him, "I don't care how much food you have, but you have to feed these big guys until they are full."

The boss who received the reply bowed and nodded. After taking the bank card, he immediately asked the workers to find food. He thought that the two elves were just laughing and had no intention of spending money on these ogres.

But now that the money has been given, why not continue selling food?

"They are really edible." A trace of novelty appeared in Adira's eyes. If ogres were used to gather an army of a thousand people, they would not know how to solve the problem of eating.

"Otherwise, how can we call them ogres? They will even eat their own people when they are hungry."

After eating and drinking enough, the ogre began to feel sleepy. He lay on the ground panting, obviously very tired.

Only the eldest brother was still awake. After burping, he looked at the two bean sprouts who were still chatting and said, "Elf, my name is Mu Geer. I used to be a big man with a hard rock."

"So how did you come to Lustria?" Imrik was a little interested in this ogre's experience. The scars all over his body showed that this guy must have experienced countless battles. Although the other boys look a bit silly, their strong physiques do not deceive others. With their natural brute strength, they can lead a small-scale encounter.

"My boss lost in the Tyrant Showdown, and I had some grudges with the new boss, so I followed the Cathayans to Tilea. After a few years, I followed the caravan to this place." Recalling the past, Mugol Picked up a barrel of ale and started drinking.

I don't know if he was sad because of this incident, or if he was greedy for the drink.

"But since you are in charge of my job, you want to hire us, right?" Mu Geer's eyes showed a glint of light. He was not a fool, otherwise he would have been eaten by the new boss.

To be honest, Imric dislikes these ogres a bit. If it were in the past, he might need some large units to fill the impact.

But the power to explain the big plan is in our hands. We lizardmen have many kinds of giant beasts, but as monster infantry, the IQ of the giant lizard is a bit worrying...

But seeing Adila's slightly curious eyes, I thought to myself, it's not a big problem to raise a few for fun.

After all, in the old world, it was not strange to see an ogre, but if you encounter a lizard man, you will definitely think that it is a monster that ran out of nowhere.

"I don't want to hire you, I want to be your new boss." Imrik said with certainty, as if this happened naturally.

"Impossible, we can't accept an elf as the boss." Mu Geer immediately shook his head and rejected it. How could these bean sprouts be the boss if they have no strength at all.

"Oh, how about we compete and see if I have this ability." Imrik raised an eyebrow and glanced, stretched out his hand on the wooden table, and made an arm wrestling gesture, "Qingyan Port prohibits There is a private fight. In this case, how about using your best strength to compete."

"Then if I win you, this meal will be your treat." Mu Geer hesitated for a moment, but since this bean sprout tried to overestimate his ability, he must be a fool.

In such a long time since coming out of the Mourning Mountains, the eldest brother has never seen anyone wanting to compete with the ogre, so he spit into his palms, rubbed his hands, sat on the ground and put them on the table.

But at this moment, the white-skinned bean sprouts became scared.

"Wait a minute." Imrik looked at Mugol's actions with great distaste. How come he was spitting all over during an arm wrestling match? Who knows if there is some shit in there.

Ask the waiter to bring a towel over, cover it in the palm of your hand, and then slowly say, "If you hadn't met me today, you would have been fed to the sharks just by spitting."

"Hmph, I won't quarrel with you elves." Mugor put his arm, which was five times the size of an ordinary human arm, behind the table and held Imrik's palm, "Not at first."

"Okay." Imrik nodded lightly.

After a while, Mu Geer touched his head with his left hand, looking a little stupid, "Why don't you use more force? I don't want to break your hand."

After hearing this, Imrik felt that this ogre was quite interesting. Unlike the ones he had encountered sporadically before, he only had food and gold in his mind. At least he had a reasonably bright head.

"If I exert my strength, there will be no suspense in this game. Let me see how strong you are."

These extremely contemptuous words made Mu Geer a little angry. He was actually looked down upon by an elf for his strength, so he was guaranteed to be nicknamed a coward.

So he could only use his elbows to pull down the elf's bamboo pole-like arm.

But out of expectation, the arm wrapped in a white towel remained motionless. Mu Geer, who did not believe in evil, increased his strength, and the fat on his body began to tighten.

"Is that all? I have some doubts about your qualifications to be my little brother." Imrik raised an eyebrow provocatively, and no matter how much Mugol increased his strength, he still remained extremely relaxed.

Seeing this, the ogre brother began to cheer for his elder brother, picked up the sea fish in the barrel, held it firmly in his hand and said,

"Brother, aren't you full? There is still meat here. Eat it quickly."

"You idiot, I underestimated him." Mu Geer finally realized that this elf's strength was not ordinary, and changed his body posture into a squatting position that was convenient for exerting strength.

Half of the body's weight is added to the arms due to the height difference, but this still has no effect at all.

"Two hands. If you can make me move my arm back half a centimeter, I'll provide you with food for the rest of your life." This guy's strength is indeed not small, but there is still a big gap between him and himself. Arm wrestling is not Determined by strength alone, body structure and the way of exerting force play a big role. It was obvious that Mugere was just relying on brute force to do this, and didn't know what trickery meant.

But looking at Adila's rather curious eyes, in order to give his wife a sense of expectation, he could only choose to continue the stalemate. If it ended too quickly, the farce would be meaningless.

"This is what you said, I have two hands." After Imrik nodded again, Mugor added his left hand to the wrestling, putting all his strength into it.

But why hasn't it moved? No, if I want to win, I have to at least push down his wrist a little bit.

Knowing that there was a huge gap between the two, Mgor planned to launch a tactic of attacking in the east and west. He turned to look at Adira and said in a tone he had heard before in the Tyrell caravan,

"You are so beautiful. I have traveled to so many places and I have never seen a lady as elegant as you."

Adira, who was praised, politely said thank you, and this attracted Imric's attention. Seeing the right opportunity, Mu Geer suddenly pressed down with his feet and exerted force on his arms, intending to use this clever method to win.

The solid wooden table creaked and was about to fall apart under the huge force, but was only stopped by Imrik who reacted immediately, but the arm wrapped in a white towel swayed slightly unnoticeably.

Noticing the anger in Imric's eyes, Mugor chose to let go and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I admit defeat. You are now our new boss. You just agreed, as long as I'll pull your hand, and you'll be in charge of our food, or you'll be in charge for the rest of your life."

"This big guy is quite interesting. He knows how to use me to attract your ideas." Adila chuckled for a moment, seeming to be happy that her husband was able to reverse the situation because he underestimated the enemy.

"That's all, I was too careless. I didn't expect to be tricked by an ogre." Imrik covered his forehead, feeling uncomfortable in this situation. If anyone knew that he was tricked by an ogre, , simply embarrassing Caledo.

The sensible Mugol seemed to understand who had the final say, and immediately said to Adila,

"Sister-in-law, look at our physiques, we can definitely protect your safety. As long as my eldest brother doesn't take action, no one can touch you."

After speaking, in order to show the authenticity of this matter, he bent his arms and showed off the bulging muscles on them.