"I confirmed there is a large underground road heading north towards the fortress… if we can connect the two settlements underground, we will never have any banditry or bad weather slowing caravans down" Kadrin exclaimed
"Ok, first things first… the beastmen died, because no one checked in on them once, so we have no slaves to trade… but we have Dwarven stuff that might entice the Dwarf captain… lets go back to the Pirate port, drink, maybe see if we can buy any sex slaves, drink again, ask the Dwarves if they want to come back here." Maro was talking out loud to himself
Gnarlo sat up "now that's a plan!"
"Why do you need sex slaves?" Gurda questioned Maro
Maro gulped "HA HA HA, Sex Slaves, very funny Gurda, Hey Kadrin, you want to come with Gnarlo and I back to town or will you stay here"
Kadrin stared at the Demon skull with disdain "I will stay here and clean up with the Amazons, their Earth magic will help immensely in restoring access to the underground roads"
Maro, not wanting to get chased "Gurda, I will be back shortly, I'm going to fly with Gnarlo, we will be back in a day or two… "
Without waiting for a response, Maro grabbed the gnome by the collar and started speed walking to the nearest exit, Gnarlo climbed up on his shoulders and whispered "Fast Fast Fast, Go Faster, I can feel her staring at us"
…
Maro felt a lot faster without carrying that girthy dwarf, they made it back to the town in only a couple of hours.
They landed with a breath of fresh air, the degenerates had 0 plan to do any work for a day or two.
The duo immediately went to the bar to drink and make racist jokes with pirates. They walked in like regulars waving everyone down. "Who's ready to party!!!!" Maro roared
"First rounds on him everyone!" Gnarlo high fived Maro
"Barkeep start pouring!" The crowd roared and cheered as the drinks were flowing
Gnarlo and Maro had a degenerate party amplification aura, within an hour they had brought orc, goblin and beast man slaves right outside the bar and chained them to the ground.
They then proceeded to have a racist stand up session with the slaves as the crowd.
Soon enough that got boring and then they took turns seeing who could kill a goblin with one punch… luckily or unluckily only two goblins died… a lot more were injured.
They shaved the fur off of a bear beastman to see what they would look like, but only got half way through before they got distracted again.
The entire town and guards were all getting drunk now, Gnarlo and Maro were blowing through money keeping the alcohol going, but it was well worth it.
Some of the captains had to pull back all the beastmen to safety, they were too expensive to damage or kill.
It turned into a full on town riot, dwarves were angry drunks… they took out as many goblins and orcs as they could and buried them up to their necks.
They then held an archery competition to see who could hit the most heads… they didn't hit one, they were so drunk. Orcs and Goblins were wailing the entire day.
Maro had a bright and racist idea, he remembered the elf that hated Orcs and Elves were amazing archers… hopefully… at least he assumed. Because Maro and Gnarlo bet the rest of the coin they brought that the elf would be able to hit 10 orc heads in a row.
The pirates dragged the elf out in his chains… The elf was confused, looking at the Orcs and Goblins buried in the dirt and sand…
The Elf was tall, taller than Maro, slender but still muscular, scruffed up golden hair and yellow eyes… Maro wondered how old he was for a second, before going back to his bet
"Elf, we made a bet… you have to hit 10 Orc heads in a row, with this bow"... Maro drunkenly handed him a large bow with a quiver
"If you hit all 10…" Maro was interrupted by the twang of the bow, arrow after arrow pierced each Orc's head, he passed 10 hits within a couple seconds. The crowd was roaring, when the Elf ran out of arrows he went over to the remaining Goblins and Orcs and stomped their heads till he heard skulls cracking… the more brutal the elf was the more cheers he got.
Turns out the Elf had gotten his class specialization under the Warrior branch already, he was a Ranger…
After everything was dead, the Elf had completely broken both of his feet, so Maro healed him up and handed him a skin of wine "Wonderful job Elf, I am Maro the Liberator… of panties hahahah, no but for real, my people and I wage holy war against those green fucks, join us!"
The elf just nodded, "My people are cowards… too proud to leave our forests… not knowing that it is only a matter of time before they pillage our forests… what happened to me will not happen to another Elf… I will join your holy crusade"
Maro slapped him on the back "We just killed hundreds of thousands of Goblins at the Last Bastion of the Dwarves, we're going to kill them all… you would have no better company!"
They each took a drink, Maro continued "what is your name elf?"
The Elf looked at the floor for a minute "My old name died with my family, my new name in the human tongue would be Golden Vengeance…"
"Alright Goldie, matches your eyes… lets get drunk… we have big plans for our future"
It took two nights of drinking with Gnarlo and Maro to fully corrupt the Elf and make him a degenerate.