The second chapter story always has a small town

Where to drink and sing,

Evil people bully the market if there is no one.

Hongyan asked with a knife,

Why should women look forward to their eyebrows!

It's gossip and little talk, let's pick up the book from the above. The previous document said that the wicked man relied on his strong physique and had a bit of force, and the courage in his words was so overwhelming that no half of the old men in the entire tavern were willing to stand up, but it was at this moment and this scene that a beautiful woman with orange hair and blue eyes stood up from the corner of the tavern.

I saw that the beautiful woman took off her cloak and pulled out her waist knife, and waved it several meters away, and played a knife flower by the way, which was actually ready to fight with the fierce and vicious man.

Seeing that there is about to appear a scene of spicy hands destroying flowers, even if the evil man pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, looking at this good skin and can't bear to put down that heavy hand, this girl estimates that she will fall into the mouth of the tiger, and has to go with the evil man to go through that - isn't this thing already destined to be like this?

The strong man obviously did not regard the saber in the woman's hand as a threat, in fact, it is no wonder that, judging from the beautifully carved handle and the gem-filled scabbard, this saber is not so much a weapon of battle as an ornament to make himself more conspicuous when going to a banquet or something, such a decorative role is far greater than the actual role of the weapon, and it is difficult not to be overlooked.

Compared with the strong man who didn't care and walked towards the woman confidently, the woman with the knife took a standard posture. However, to the slight surprise of the surrounding onlookers, the woman's posture was not the typical aristocratic posture of the present Europe, nor the old men on horseback who used to compete, but another posture that looked subtle.

“…… Witch hunter?" But in this tavern, there was still a person who saw some clues, Lorraine frowned for a long time, and then said with some confusion.

"Witch hunter?" little Francis, who was already sitting next to him and was already sweating from the tense situation, looked back at him a little inexplicably, and then asked in a low voice, "What witch hunter?"

"I mean the woman's posturing. As he spoke, Lorraine pointed to the two people who were already very close to the other side, "You see, the woman's feet are staggered, her left foot is slightly inward in front of her, and her entire left leg is very relaxed, this is to ensure that the opponent can act quickly when attacking, and the right foot is placed behind the force, and the center of gravity of the whole person is pressed on this leg, and in order to ensure that the center of gravity is low, she tightened her body slightly, so that she naturally became a slight squatting posture under the action of muscles." She held her saber in both hands in front of her chin relative to the force on her legs and waist, leaned forward slightly, and stared at her opponent's figure, constantly fine-tuning her posture - this was the skill of the witch hunters, some of whom specialized in fighting monsters that were much stronger than them, because God knows what monsters those witches would summon with their evil spells. ”

"Uh...... So what does this mean?" After listening to the above series of words blankly, little Francis only walked from one confusion to the other, he hesitantly glanced at the two people who had already started to fight, and then asked.

"......" Lorraine sighed helplessly, as if in despair at the stupid guy in front of him, whose brain was full of muscles, and the rest of the place was filled with strange liquids. He shook his head and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell what that strong man is up to at a glance?" Little Francis shook his head, "Then do you have an impression of everything that lady just said?" Little Francis continued to shake his head blankly, "Have you ever seen that kind of beautifully styled and exquisitely made saber?" Little Francis still shook his head, "So you see, you can't do anything either, now can you understand how much more powerful that lady is than you?"

Little Francis looked back at the lady with some blankness—she punched the bench that the strong man threw at her, then dodged the still burning candlestick sideways, and then with a simple bend he lunged close to the strong man's side, and attacked the opponent with his saber - little Francis was silent for a moment, and then nodded as if he had suddenly realized.

Regardless of Lorraine, who was desperate for her teammates with her forehead clutched, the confrontation between the strong man and the lady had turned into the most sinister hand-to-hand combat. And unlike most of the onlookers' imagination, they didn't see the strong man marching all the way, and the lady fell into crisis little by little, but what was shown in front of them was the lady waving the saber in her hand widely, taking the first step to force the strong man back, and then using neat means to see through the opponent's vain attempt to delay, and then followed all the way, and the strong man who suppressed had to dodge everywhere, looking quite embarrassed.

"Bell!" the lady stepped back half a step, raised her hand and used the gauntlet at the handle of the knife to block a dinner knife that the other party didn't know where to touch, and then didn't leave the other party more time to extend the distance, and dodged with a fierce stab aimed directly at the heart of the strong man.

The strong man hurriedly turned sideways to dodge, but the half-second he had just gained had allowed him to catch his last magic weapon - so after avoiding the lady's attack with the smallest movement, he did not choose to avoid further and immediately take up his weapon, but showed a malicious smile at the lady who was still rushing forward because of inertia, and under the backdrop of that smile, he raised his last trump card: a handful of lime, pepper, There are also various unknown powders, judging by the taste, which at least contain the powder of hallucinogenic mushrooms. Then he blew hard at the pile.

The lady didn't have time to react, and it all came to her - the powder was mixed with the air, and a tiny part of it fell into her eyes, the heat of the lime and the irritating reaction of the pepper made her burst into tears in a short time, and the other small part followed her breath into the trachea, causing a further irritation response to her body, which made her lose the ability to speak for a short time, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

Obviously, all this made the lady very angry, although her face was full of tears, and the mucous membranes of her respiratory tract were stained with terrible powder, but even so, she still waved the weapon in her hand frantically, of course, she could not hit anyone, and made an unknown sound of "whew" in her mouth, which aggravated the deterioration of her condition, causing a series of wheezing and coughing. Ah, rightly so, this series of actions actually paid off, and an innocent table next to him was brutally chopped into a pile of firewood, which exacerbated his pain, well, of course, the tavernkeeper's.

She was no longer a threat after temporarily losing her vision, so the strong man sneered on the side and waited for himself to fully recover his strength, in his opinion, the guy standing in the middle of the field waving a knife in vain was already his bag, and her current struggling figure was just wasting less and less physical strength.

However, perhaps he had forgotten because of the intensity of the fight, or perhaps because the face of the lady before him had overlooked an important matter, and just when he thought that victory was within reach, the man in the cloak like the lady suddenly spoke, and it was a man's voice, his tone was calm, calm, and full of trusting power, and he said: "Stop, Richelieu, resentment and pain have put you at a disadvantage, and if you continue to squander your strength, then you will surely lose." ”

This sentence was like some kind of magic spell that made Richelieu quickly quiet down, she stood in place and rearranged her posture, although it had just taken too much energy for her to stabilize her body well, but she still tried her best to calm her breathing and get herself back to the best fighting state.

Of course, getting such a result was not what the strong man wanted, so he turned his head viciously to look at the man in the corner, but the look that came back from the cloak made him shudder, and the last of the alcohol flowed from his forehead with cold sweat, and he finally felt a little bad at this moment, but it didn't hinder him too much, because this feeling was not the first time he had felt it in his life of hunting monsters, and he didn't have a single time that he didn't have a good fortune.

But the man in the cloak didn't give him more time to think about the plan, and his command followed, "Eight o'clock, two steps, right side slash." ”

Richelieu complied, and almost as soon as the words were spoken, she quickly turned, lunged forward two steps, and then slashed her standard to the right of the hand—the strong man ducked backwards, then rolled backwards to dodge.

"Take three steps forward and slash the spike. Richelieu chased forward without stopping, she quickly took three steps to close the distance between the two sides, and then forced the other party to continue to retreat with a slash, but the slash suddenly stopped halfway through, and changed to a thrust, this time it was very fast, "bang" cut the strong man's clothes, and also rubbed the opponent's oily skin, blood infected the opponent's body little by little.

"Alright, that's it, put away the knife. Richelieu may have felt the sensation of the blow and was desperate to pursue, and she was even about to start moving forward, but at this time she heard such an order. Naturally, she was a little reluctant, so she kept a defensive posture and asked aloud - of course, she was now speaking with great difficulty, and even her originally pleasant voice became hoarse and unpleasant, but it still could not hide the impatience contained in that voice, "Sir!"

"Demon hunters are not military men, you can't treat them with the demands of soldiers, and the king and nobles are just calling them out, and it's their own freedom to obey or disobey. The man's voice echoed throughout the tavern, "He has no obligation to obey, but he has the right to freedom, you should understand, Richelieu, take your knife and come back, you have destroyed enough things." ”

“…… Be. Richelieu stood there and thought for a moment, then put away his saber as if appointed, turned and groped his way in the direction of the man with a slightly restored vision.

But though Richelieu had given up, the other of the parties did not think so, and he returned to his original position with malice, and then pulled out a small crossbow from under the table, aiming it at Richelieu's back with the intention of firing it.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a small shadow shot from the direction of the man, striking his crossbow in one fell swoop, breaking it into a pile of pieces, and he looked at it, only to see that it was just a bone with a little bit of flesh remaining.

"I agree that you should not be treated as a deserter, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate your continued attacks on my companions, or that I agree with your arrogant attitude, young man. The man's voice came from the corner, "Get out, I know you know how to measure, leave what you have to leave behind, get out of here." ”