When you go to a crowded tavern, it's time for the crowds.

The wine vat is shaking, and the cooked food is fragrant.

The tavern was spacious, with mercenaries, vagabonds, adventurers, hostesses, and a mixed flow of people.

In the bright lights, the table is shared, the wine is fighting, and the sky is lively. The rich guys occupy good places at the wine table, and the cash-strapped can always find a corner to squeeze themselves in.

A drunkard lifted the skirt of a passing hostess beside him, revealing half of her white buttocks, and after causing a scream, he turned his head to a reckless man beside him with a deep face and said:

"You know what? I don't even need to look at my face, I can tell who walks by just by the shape of my butt. ”

"Yes...... Teach me?" the reckless man next to him was obviously frightened, and when he heard the drunkard speak very badly, he asked the drunkard with a longing expression.

"Teach you, don't make trouble, this kind of advanced skill needs years of training and experience accumulation, you can't do it yet, little guy, you still need to grow up a little more." The drunkard waved his hand.

After listening to the drunkard's words, the reckless man quit, he didn't say that he was middle-aged, at least he was close to middle-aged, and it was not suitable to use the word 'small' to describe him at this age.

Putting his vat on the table, the reckless man glared at the drunkard viciously.

"Damn, if I don't drink you down today, I'll be your father. ”

"Then draw your sword. ”

The drunkard didn't care about bumping his wine vat into the reckless man, and after a while, he suddenly reacted to the part of the reckless man's words about his father, and then the drunkard grabbed the handle of the wooden wine vat and smashed the wine vat directly on the man's face.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought back and forth, overturning the table, kicking the bench, and rolling the plates.

Seeing the excitement to be seen, the crowd slapped the table and shouted cheers, until Mayor Elton's own brother, Tavern Owner Chad Herrick, gave his men a look that put an end to the farce.

When the two sides were thrown into the street, the people in the tavern returned to their respective revelry.

Thor stepped over the messy ground and sat down beside Shogues.

In addition to a few square tables for serving guests, there is also a row of seats outside the counter. At the L-shaped counter, the tavern owner Chad stands behind the counter wiping his glasses, showing his gentlemanly qualities, or placing orders for the shouting drunkards.

In the past, Thor didn't like this kind of noisy occasion, but people always get used to it, not to mention that there are always all kinds of true and false information popping up here, and occasionally he can benefit from it.

It's not the only place in the entire Grey Curtain that can drink here, but it's the only tavern that offers a full range of drinks from all surrounding towns and at all levels.

For some reason, every time Saul came here, he always saw Shogues sitting in the short bar of the L-shaped counter. As long as Shogues was there, he had to be there, anyway, and he didn't seem to like the row of open seats in front of the counter.

I don't know if it's because the seats are not good, or because Shogoth is gradually gaining some fame in the town, and I have hardly seen anyone compete for a seat with Shogoth.

The seat occupied by Shogues didn't have a very good view, after all, he looked up and faced the shelves with wine on the counter, or it was the sha-skin face of the tavern keeper Chad.

By the time Thor sat down on the left side of Huggers against the wall, there was no view, but Thor was happy with this hidden corner, which always gave him a sense of peace and quiet.

Soon Chad at the counter handed Thor a vat full of ale, and Shoguez touched Thor over his own.

In the past, when he was drinking, he and Xiugues always grabbed each other's words, and they talked back and forth. And now drinking, silence has become a constant prelude between the two people.

Thor knew very well that the former Shogues had died with Kovile, and the current Shogues was still deep in grief and couldn't get out. His grief was so long and deep that even time could not be balanced.

After half a cup, So'er talked about what happened to her in the cemetery today.

Shogues listened in silence with a blank face, then grabbed Thor's sleeve and lifted it to take a look, apparently Thor's right hand was growing on him intact.

"You must be hallucinating under too much pressure, and you need women, piles of women, and spirits to sober you up. Eventually, Shoggers said.

Thor sighed slightly, losing even the interest in speculating and discussing with Shogues, he knew it would be like this.

"I might be leaving Grey Curtain Town, if I'm still alive when I'm in the second order, do you want to go with you?"

Thor had mentioned this to Shoggers before, and Shoggers was full of promises, claiming to travel far and wide to make a name for himself. Later, after meeting the Covier sisters, Saul never brought up the topic again.

Now that no one is there, and the old thing is brought up again, Saul doesn't know what Shogues's answer is.

"Where are you going?" In the end, the four words flew lightly, without any tone, but it made Thor hear a heart-wrenching sense of vicissitudes.

Yes, everywhere you go, your heart is dead, where do you go? Thor was silent.

Forget it, it's a place to forget, it's just useless.

"Bell... Clang... Clang... Clang. "The old bell in the town struck suddenly, and the bell was short and dense.

Then the door to the tavern was slammed open, and a mercenary-looking man rushed in.

"There are robbers coming, the number is unknown, those who can swing swords gather at the north gate of the town, a man with five silver wolves. After a brief rebuttal, the mercenary quickly turned and disappeared.

"These days, even robbers have to prepare for the winter, are there any men here who want to go with me to get the bounty?" a burly man slapped the table and scanned his eyes.

"Just the two of you, let's go to bed and show off to the woman!"

The surrounding people coaxed, but in the end, they also responded, and many people left in a blink of an eye.

The tavernkeeper Chad stood behind the counter with a dark face, the damn group apparently forgetting the money for the drink, but in the end Chad just lowered his head and continued to wipe his glass in silence.

Forget it, I should support my brother to guard the town, and I don't know if there will be a few old faces back when the vat is full.

Saul and Shogues also stood up at the same time.

"You're going too?" said Hugguss.

"Why not?" replied Thor.

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Thor doesn't actually like to kill inexplicably, because he has some contradictions, both a disregard for life and a reverence for life.

Sometimes, though, killing can also bring back the lost with blood, even though it can stir up negativity in the heart.

Since it is a robber who comes, there is nothing to say, dare to pick up the sword, no matter what it is brandished for, you must bear the corresponding risks.

Outside the north gate, the robbers with torches were densely packed, human to human, obviously this is an occasion to speak with strength.

The people on both sides collided without any prelude, and the blood instantly stained the late autumn earth.

After all, Saul did not join forces with Xiugus again, and he was full of the first order, and he was able to grasp the actual combat opportunity in front of him more when he was separated.

In the chaos of the battlefield, Thor bit a strong man in leather armor, each other is the same height, the same order, but compared to the other party's thick body Thor appears more shapely.

The brute force had just split his opponent in half with his sword, and when he turned around, he saw Thor rushing towards him.

Dodge, block, hedge, fight, roll.

In the blink of an eye, several rounds passed, and the strong man's strong muscles were pulled by Thor with two scars.

He cursed and strode towards Thor, swinging his sword angrily, only to slash Thor's shadow.

"What kind of shit do you robbers live, don't you brush your teeth, the smell in your mouth is almost smoking me to death!"

This first-order robber eventually died of bad breath.

The head that rolled out was picked up by a mercenary not far away, hugged tightly in his arms, and turned back to Thor to cast a demonstrative look. It's a pity that Thor didn't look at him, just frowned and raised his hand to wipe the blood sprayed on his body, shook his hand, and then pounced on the next opponent.

Many torches with severed arms fell to the ground, causing a wider burn, and in the blink of an eye, the flames were everywhere.

A small man was hovering on the flanks of the two warring sides, trying in vain to insert into the battle to form a two-on-one situation, but he was knocked down by Thor who flew at him without paying attention.

At that moment, Thor saw the pleading look in the other party's eyes, judging from his face, this little man may not have passed the coming-of-age ceremony, that is, twelve or thirteen years old. ...... But what's the point?

Grabbing the opponent's neck with his left hand and pressing them to the ground, Thor raised his right hand sword and stabbed him straight down to the heart.

In the end, the sword didn't stab, because the enemy suddenly began to twitch inexplicably, so hard that Thor could barely hold it down, and then Thor found that the other party seemed to be glued to his own hand.

Then, starting from the left hand where Thor grabbed the opponent's neck, a strange black qi suddenly spread to the enemy's whole body, head, chest, and legs. In the blink of an eye, this enemy was rapidly rotting in front of him, and then he passed over the initial decay and finally weathered and decayed, disintegrating into sand.

If it weren't for the pleading look in his eyes a moment ago, Thor would have thought that he was holding down an ancient corpse from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, and Thor who was half-kneeling there could no longer feel the killing and noise, and could no longer smell blood and cold wind.

He stared down at his hands, dreams, zombies, broken arms, demon souls, some fragmentary thoughts flashed and connected in his consciousness.

Then, an even greater fear instantly enveloped Thor, as he suddenly remembered that no matter whether what he had experienced this morning was a dream or a reality, it was actually his right hand that he had severed.

So what's going on with the left hand at the moment?

Clenching his left hand into a fist, Thor glanced dangerously at the entire battlefield, but fortunately the battlefield was chaotic, everyone was fighting on their own, and no one seemed to notice him.

Standing up, Thor had completely lost his interest in killing, and left the battlefield in silence.