In an instant, all the people with black iron strength in the Nautilus Banquet Hall looked to the side of the terrace.

A wave of power came from the blade of the sword, causing a surge in magic power, and in the air, little snowflakes fell, which was the result of the Bronze Rank unconsciously casting magic power.

Elandall looked to that side, and all the senses of her body warned her that the other party was extremely dangerous.

She took a step back, and in the next moment, a sharp sword appeared where Elandall had been.

A Firut man, armed with a sword, stood in front of Elandall.

The fur on his body, his golden beard, and his orange vertical pupils all proclaimed his strength.

"Sartre, the top ten mercenaries in the North, how did he end up here?"

"It seems that Dodge hired this guy as a bodyguard, although this little girl has some strength, but it looks like she is going to suffer today. ”

"Sartre inherited the fast sword from the famous Oriental master, with the title of Lion of the Northland, but I didn't expect to follow Dodge. ”

After all, Dodge is one of the most powerful people in Atlantia, and it is normal to be able to afford Sartre for money. ”

"Dodge has been rampant and domineering in the past few years, and has used behind his back to bring down several shops and take them for himself, is there no one who can cure him?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Dodge's uncle is Lord Magni, the ruler of Atlantia, and he is in this city, which is equivalent to Lord Magni himself. ”

There was a commotion all around, and many people looked out on the terrace with the mentality of joining in the fun, but no one dared to help.

Bordeaux naturally noticed the situation here, he thought that the vulgar guy was drunk and making trouble, but after hearing the discussion of the people around him, he realized that he had guessed wrong.

It wasn't until he squeezed into the middle and saw the situation on the scene that Bordeaux realized that he had made a big mistake.

A young girl in a long dress in an ornate gown confronts a gloomy Firut swordsman.

Bordeaux knew the Filute swordsman, his name was Sartre, he was a very famous mercenary in the North Olympic League, he had a good strength in the middle of the bronze, and those who could afford to hire him were some powerful people.

The other girl turned out to be the same young woman he met in the cabin today.

[Fireless Afterglow: Looks like you're in trouble, do you want help?]

In the field of vision, such a dialog box suddenly popped up, which made Irandall suddenly wander for a moment.

[Cleric Elandall: No.] 】

Irandall had also registered a mobile terminal before, and she didn't know the rules for naming at the time, so she subconsciously used her real name, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had to spend hundreds of gold coins to change her name, so she could only do a diving party, only read the post, and didn't reply.

Sending Rosen away, Irandall set his eyes on the swordsman in front of him.

Of course, Sartre's distraction at this moment was not ignored by Sartre, he didn't know that it was Erandall looking at the dialog box in his field of vision, and thought that it was the little girl's deliberate mockery, and there was a lot of displeasure in his heart.

Originally, he only picked those suitable employers, so that both parties were more worry-free, but this time, in order to repay the favor, he could only accept Dodge's commission, which made Sartre feel that he was famous.

Sartre knew exactly what this Dodge was.

Born in a pampered environment since childhood, although smart, but never used in the right way, when he was a child, he often made mistakes, and when he grew up, he was thrown away by Lord Magni to the Chamber of Commerce, but he didn't expect to make a little achievement for him, and now Atlantia's import and export business, at least thirty percent of it has to go through the hands of Dodge.

After this Dodge became a businessman, he naturally did not restrain himself, in addition to often using some inferior means to force buying and selling, and cheating competitors, he also had ties with local gangs, as for robbing young girls, oppressing the poor, and so on, there are countless things.

However, since you take the other party's money, you have to do your best, and Sartre's philosophy is like this.

"You're good. ”

Sartre said, the other party looks quite young, but his strength is close to bronze, and if it is an ordinary black iron, he should have died under the sword just now.

On the other hand, Randall was thinking about something else.

Originally, this trip should be a little low-key, but she didn't expect it to be forced to come out now, she looked at Liliana in the crowd, and the mage looked at this place with an excited face, without the slightest intention of intervening in mediation.

The opponent's strength is not bad, although Ai Randel only shows the level of the peak of black iron, but it is just in an ordinary state.

After Byron Weiss, Irandall has been tuned by the Templar, and now she is even stronger than before, but if she wants to fully show her strength, she must reveal her identity, and Irandall doesn't want to do that.

"But you're messing with people you shouldn't be messing with. ”

Sartre didn't hesitate, stepped forward, the long sword in his hand, and countless sword flowers flew out, and the attack like a wave struck, and he couldn't see any flaws for a while.

"The third style of the Swift Wind and Fast Sword is turbulent!"

Just as he roared, countless waves stirred up around the sword, and the waves made of magic were about to drown Randall in an instant.

When Fina saw Sartre's attack, she suddenly felt a sense of despair, and the surging power directly swept away the petite Irandall, almost almost unable to see the girl's body.

But then, in the next moment, Irandall had already made a move.

She didn't use any magic support as much as possible, and only relied on sheer physical ability to dodge backwards.

With a slight jump, Irandall stood on top of the guardrail, with an endless ocean behind him.

Sartre hurriedly followed, taking three steps in a row, aggressively.

But Elandall leaped up again, and in the moonlight, flipped over, passing right above Sartre.

"Hmph! a rat that only escapes. ”

Sartre sneered, and suddenly pulled out another sword from behind his back with his left hand.

"The sixth style of the Swift Wind and Fast Sword, the stormy waves!"

The two swords came out together, forming a continuous offensive like a tsunami, heading towards Irandall, who had nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air.

In the air, countless snowflakes flew, and the temperature of the entire terrace suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

"You can be proud of me enough to use two tricks to solve it, little girl. ”

In the chaos of Sartre's sword light, he let out a wild laugh.

"Remember, my name is Sartre, the ...... of the Northland Ugh!"

Then the next moment, Sartre's whole person seemed to have been hit by something, and his body was directly bent into a right angle, and then he flew out violently, fell into the icy sea water not far away, and sank after a few flutters.

Everyone watched all this in amazement, they couldn't believe that the top ten mercenaries in the dignified North could be solved with such a move, and they even thought that they were hallucinating.

And in the position where Sartre was standing, there was only a tall man who hid his whole body in his coat, and he still maintained a fist-swinging posture, no one could see where he appeared from, what people saw was only his one blow to end Sartre's arrogance.

Irandall landed on the ground, looked at the man, frowned slightly, but between his eyebrows, he was faintly happy.

"Miss, you've been frightened. ”

Rosen hid under his hood and bowed deeply to Irandall.