"I've scanned it with my Soul Detector, and it's infested with violent Storm Elemental Spirits, likely from the Storm Giant tribe. Unfortunately, it's heavily damaged and can only be used a few more times."

  Homer's second paragraph of text made Tang Don's smile freeze, as if he had just hit the jackpot and was secretly rejoicing, but instead he fell heavily from heaven.

  "Are you kidding me?" Tong Dun was annoyed.

  "Listen, each giant tribe's shaman high priest can create a Titan idol with different magical effects. This Storm Giant Idol is also known as the Power Idol, as it contains the massive power of about 100 giant dragons. Anyone can extract and imbue themselves with this power at any time."

  "If I were to draw it all at once, wouldn't even a giant dragon be able to withstand it?" Tang Don said disbelievingly.

  "Of course, on the premise that your physical strength is sufficient to bear these powers, and not collapse." Holma poured cold water, not wanting Tang Dun to develop a speculative habit, "However, magic users who rely on external forces will never become true strongmen."

  "Hmm, this is it. This is a top-notch magic accessory that can turn the tide of battle." Tandon's thoughts were not as rigid as Holma's, his pursuit was to make full use of things.

  Stroking the idol, Tang Don curiously admired it.

  The expression on the giant's face is vivid and lifelike, the shouting posture makes people feel like they are there in person, as if they can faintly hear the sound.

  "How many more times can it be used?" Tang Don took out his handkerchief and wiped off the stains on it.

  "There's still about the power of a giant dragon on the statue, which is equivalent to the power of fifty giant demons. The more you extract each time, the fewer times you can use it." Holma finished speaking and saw that Tondon was not discouraged, so she asked in puzzlement, "It's not a complete ornament, why aren't you regretful?"

  "Am I such an unsatisfied person?" Tang Dun rolled his eyes, even if he missed the Titan statue, he wouldn't regret it.

  Homa was very satisfied with this answer, it can be seen that Tong Dun is a down-to-earth man who would rather use his own hands to struggle than rely on some illusory good luck.

  "Right, with my current physical condition, how much strength can I withstand at once?" Tang Dun was being cautious, wanting to make sufficient preparations for the battles ahead.

  "It's roughly the power of a giant, enough to let you swing and shatter Dragon Tooth for ten minutes." Holma projected Danton's face onto the book page, rolling her eyes as well, "Do you think I used giants as an analogy for no reason?"

  "It's great, but I really want to experience the feeling of having all the power of a giant dragon! " Tan Dun sighed and took a deep breath, putting away the Titan statue. "When Ge Langtai delivers the supplies to the town entrance, after the handover, we can return to the underground city."

  The journey was smoother than expected, and Tanton's mood also lightened a lot, humming a country tune.

  Returning to his humble abode, Tongdon pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and saw that it contained over a hundred gold coins. A smile involuntarily spread across his face - this was the savings of more than half a year's salary.

  Tang Dun works as a postman and also has a part-time job, spending two-thirds of his time working every day to save up tuition fees and living expenses for his sister Yilian.

  "I spent over 200,000 guilders in less than an hour today, it's simply too extravagant." Danton sighed, pinching a gold coin.

  It's really thanks to Ballmer that he was fired by Dunder Mifflin, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the risk of going to Raven's Peak and entering the Forgotten City.

  "Homa, open war space." Danton arranged the supplies, took out some medicine and magic stones and put them in his backpack, ready for sudden battles.

  A bronze-colored large gate was projected from the magic book, and because it was indoors, it became much smaller. The door opened, and two bronze-colored big hands stretched out to retrieve the wooden box.

  "Give me a shield, a one-handed long sword and a two-handed heavy sword!"

  When leaving the dungeon, Tang Don took a lot of equipment from the weapon shop. Due to weight reasons, he didn't carry them with him at that time. Now that he has horses for transportation, the problem is solved.

  "Now that we have the Titan statue, power is no longer a problem, why not use the Dragon's Tooth?" Holma selected some better quality weapons and handed them out.

  "A poor kid with a perfect-levelled weapon, are you afraid I'm not flashy enough?" Tang Don shook his head, "I don't want to be targeted by greedy people and die from being suspected of having treasure."

  "Let's not talk about whether others can recognize the torn dragon fang, but with your timid and fearful mindset, you don't even qualify to be a strong person." Holma snorted in disdain. "We don't provoke trouble, but we're also not afraid of it. Whoever dares to mess with you will have to pay the price of bleeding."

  Dangton was taken aback, fell silent. Indeed, he had been too cautious, it wasn't wrong to be careful, but if everything was like this, what's the point of living? As a man, when encountering trouble, one should cut through it with a single sword, and absolutely not lose the upper hand in terms of momentum.

  "Give me Dragon's Tooth!"

  Watching Tandon wiping his battle axe, Holma nodded in satisfaction. His mentality was changing and maturing, and there was a hint of courage between his eyebrows.

  "What's next?" Holma suggested, "This small town can't even buy books about magic medicine, why don't you try challenging the Guardian of the Gate instead?"

  "Let's talk about it after we enter the dungeon, I'm going to leave some money for Duran and Will's families now, and then go to the blacksmith shop to buy a crossbow."

  Tang Dun's plan was clear. As soon as he went out the door, he hung his battle-axe, shield and single-handed sword on the saddle of Hei Huang's horse.

  "It's so humane!" Holma still likes this kind of master, too cold-blooded, making people unhappy.

  Upon learning of her son's death, the two aunts would certainly be heartbroken, and Tang Dun couldn't bear to speak, so he threw the precious stones worth over 10,000 into the courtyards of the two families and hastily left.

  The blacksmiths in the town were average, and the crossbows they made were just ordinary goods.

  "Is that all? A fifty-yard effective range is really not enough!" Tanton tried shooting six crossbows, none of which satisfied him.

  "Hunting is enough, if you think the range is short, you can use a longbow." The blacksmith uncle was very harmonious.

  "Alright, I'll take this one. Give me five spare crossbow strings and 500 serrated arrowheads." If the blacksmith's inventory wasn't so limited, Tang Dong would have bought everything at once. For someone with a bulging pouch of gold coins like him, money was no object.

  He made a deal worth 500 gold coins and the blacksmith uncle was very excited, "You wait a moment, I'll get the goods ready for you. Barak, come out quickly."

  The clanging sound of ironwork stopped, and a soot-covered cow-headed man emerged from the furnace room, his bare upper body muscular and full, with sweat continuously rolling down.

  "Boss, what's up?" He wiped the sweat with his big hand and asked in a thick tone, but after seeing Tang Don, his face changed and he looked away.

  The status of beastmen in the human empire is really not high. Even a third-rate country like Delanco looks down on them.

  Racial conflicts have been around for a long time and can't be explained in just a few words. Barack has spent many days in the human kingdom and knows that to reduce trouble, one must endure.

  "How did you end up working here? Aren't you a merchant?" Tongton was quite embarrassed, and if it weren't for the Titan statue, he wouldn't have mocked the Minotaur.

  Barack didn't say anything, but Uncle Ironsmith spoke up instead.

  "Those goods are all from the tribe, Barak is only responsible for selling them, but every time he gets cheated by Golantai, the money is too little, it's hard to explain when he goes back, so he rushes to work and earn more money."

  "Why not find another grocer?" Downton asked, puzzled, examining the crossbow.

  "His goods are all tribal specialties, medicinal herbs, magical beast blood, minerals, animal hides and bones. Except for Galantai, the capital of other peddlers is too small to make a living." The blacksmith sighed, "Galantai is too black-hearted, the price he offers gets lower every time."

  "Can't sell separately?" Tang Don asked, and when he saw the blacksmith uncle shaking his head, he suddenly understood that no matter who Barak sold to, he couldn't escape this fate. Who made him a beastman?

  "Go load the goods." The blacksmith urged the cow-headed man. After all, he also valued this cheap labor force and kept him.

  "Wait, I'll treat you to dinner." Tong Dun wanted to apologize.

  "I still have work." Barack refused, saying that the bull-headed person is indeed quite good.

  "I've bought all your goods." Tandon wanted to study magic potions and should also stock up on some herbs and various magical beast blood that contained magic.

  As for animal hides and bones, just consider them as a token of apology.

  "Really?" The Minotaur was incredulous.

  "Do I look like a cheat?" Luckily Barack didn't nod or Dantong would have been depressed to death, "I paid you the gold coins in advance!"

  The notice board at the entrance of the Golden Ivory Tavern was still plastered with wanted posters. The price on Violent Bear Luni's head remained unchanged, but Cannibalistic Demon Taisen's had increased by three thousand. No choice, this guy has been very active lately, plundering everywhere and even attacking a small town, killing over a hundred villagers.

  As a result of becoming a demon, Tang Don became more interested in these fierce bandits, and then turned to the most expensive wanted poster.

  Suarez, nicknamed Su Ya because of his fondness for cannibalism, is a notorious giant demon leader in the Western Territory. He has a powerful bandit gang under his command, with a bounty of 2 million Gold Delran.

  Tangdon noticed that Barack's gaze lingered for a long time on the totem of the Cow Head tribe in Xidu Village, which was also the image of the beastly female shaman.

  Although the ghost honey was delicious, Danton hadn't been luxurious to the point of drinking it like water. This period of time eating spider meat in the underground city was simply a torture for his taste buds.

  "Don't be polite, eat to your heart's content."

  Foie Gras with Red Wine Reduction, Black Pepper Crusted Lamb Chop, Spicy Radish...

  A sumptuous feast was brought in, and after a brief greeting to Barack, Tongdon began to devour the food with gusto. For a poor young man like him, this meal worth fifty gold coins was something he had never dared to dream of before.

  "Sorry." Downton saw that Minotaur was in a good mood and took the opportunity to apologize.

  "I know you're just saying that to get your hands on those three antiques." Barak's mouth was full of food, but his sudden words shocked Tongdon.

  ........

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