"War's fervor, the Wolf God's blessing."
"Brave hero A Da Er raised the spear of hope."
"The red flood swept away their homeland. The hero felt neither anger nor despair as he crossed the light of the Long Night."
The moment Lu PingAn entered the tavern, he heard a rhythmic series of beastly roars.
Listening closely, it seemed to be another Heroic Epic.
In fact, many of the "stories" and "records" Lu PingAn's team had collected over the past few days were things like this.
There was no writing here, but there were all sorts of strange ballads and poems.
Most of them were tales about some hero. It seemed the civilization here greatly revered legends of powerful individuals.
"Over here, over here! You're too slow, meow!"
At one of the tables, a standard adventuring party was assembling.
Among them was an irritated Cat Cat hunter. Having waited too long, her two tails swept limply across the floor, drawing the attention of others. In this world, tails, claws, and ears were equivalent to one's face. A cat listlessly dragging her tail across the ground was practically the same as rubbing her face on the floor. Even if she was a beauty, it still provoked plenty of gossip.
"I hurried over all night."
Lu PingAn walked over, found himself a mushroom chair, and sat down. He also greeted the other two members of the "party."
Xia Qin, disguised as a Tiger-man, smiled and handed him the menu.
Lu PingAn took one look and nearly burst out laughing. The wildly abstract drawings on it had probably been hand-drawn by the shop owner.
There were rough sketches of all kinds of food—abstract, yet realistic. At the very least, the cartoon meat with its clearly defined muscle fibers made Lu PingAn's mouth water.
"Then