The two quickly returned to the vicinity of the hotel.

Sauron bought a clay pot, a pound of pork, plus a pound or so of beans.

At first, he promised to get Vivian something to eat, but unfortunately it was not very convenient in the wild, so he planned to make up for it now and make something to eat for the little girl in the evening. There were a lot of people gathered outside the inn, some of them residents of the town, who wanted to come and see if there were any cheap goods, and some of them were local hunters who planned to sell their furs cheaply, and then they didn't have to go to the city to sell them. The other part is purely the onlookers, mainly the digging insects on the carriage.

"It's really a digging worm!"

"Looks like they've slaughtered at least three of them, these people are very powerful!"

The onlookers ranged from militiamen to children, and for those who lived on the fringes, the legendary monsters were still vague, but the Diggers were among the most dangerous creatures they could know.

"Let's go inside."

Sauron glanced at the others and was about to go in and rest.

However, when a slightly thin but sturdy figure appeared, he couldn't help but stop, and the person who had the same action as him was the captain of the guard, who also put down his work and looked up at the man who appeared. The other party's age is not too old, it is estimated that he is in his twenties, his face is relatively handsome, the outline is like a knife, his eyes are very sharp and sharp, and his eyebrows are straight like a sharp sword, such a appearance gives people a strong impression, not to mention his own restrained but sharp aura.

"Juggernaut?"

Sauron glanced at the other party's weapon, the corners of his mouth showed a playful expression, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this town to be a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. ”

"There are actually advanced sword masters living here."

Juggernaut.

This is not a title for a level of strength.

Rather, it refers to a profession that is an extension of a warrior, and the word 'holy' represents a pursuit and belief in many places, such as the Holy Warrior, the Holy Fist Guard, and the Priesthood. Juggernaut is a high-end advanced profession for warriors, and the conditions required are relatively harsh, and it is also a profession that has given up the use of armor and armor, if it is not talented, it must reach the strength of the third order to be able to advance successfully. Juggernaut does not have a specific weapon, but the most commonly used weapon is the straight-edged sword, which is still referred to by many as swords.

They are good at finding the enemy's fatal weakness, and at the same time know how to maximize their strength, and the ability of 'lifting qi and slashing' is gradually taught by the Juggernaut to the hands of ordinary warriors.

Many Juggernauts have been trained in the way of weapon masters, and they even learn the meditation (meditation) of warrior monks.

The Juggernaut observed the caravan for a moment, then a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

He quickly left the crowd and headed towards the back of the town.

Juggernaut is a profession that prefers to find someone to learn from, they want to hone their skills from battle, if it is in the territory of the orcs, the blade juggernaut likes to find a strong person from outside to challenge.

"Vivien."

"You go in first, I'll be back in a moment."

Someren had a hint of curiosity in his heart, and quietly followed the other party outside, but not too closely.

It was getting dark.

The professional who chose the path of the Sword Master did not go back, but came directly to the bottom of a big tree.

He plunged the straight-edged knife behind his back into the ground, then sat cross-legged behind the blade, his not muscular but angular arms gripping the hilt, and slowly closed his eyes to breathe.

This sitting is half a day.

Not far away, Sauron's figure was very hazy in the shadows, and he looked at the Sword Master in the distance seriously, his expression quite solemn.

The other party did not sit on the ground.

In fact.

From the beginning to the present, the opponent's body has always been about a centimeter from the ground, and it is a pair of arms that support all his weight, and his hands hold the hilt of the sword from the beginning, and the weight of his whole body is also placed on the hilt. His breathing didn't change much from beginning to end, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if the whole person had entered meditation.

But Sauron was certain of that.

Once he is within twenty meters of the other party, the other party can spot him in an instant.

Most of the Juggernauts are above the third order.

In other words, his professional level may reach 1o or above, and if such a person has a conflict, Sauron is less than 30% sure of winning.

So he quietly retreated, without alerting the other party who was exercising.

Juggernaut is the most powerful advanced class for a warrior, followed by a specialized weapon master, and then a very powerful berserker.

Because he doesn't wear any armor, Juggernaut can easily fall.

Especially in the turbulent times of the future, the Juggernaut will be an easy target to attack in large-scale battles, so Sauron has not encountered several Legendary Rank Juggernauts so far. The Legendary Juggernaut's 'Insight Weakness' is said to be the weakest point of the defensive deflection force field (energy) used by the mages!

Professionals aren't out there all the time.

If they feel tired, or if their abilities have reached a breaking point, they will find a quiet place to try to advance.

Some special class legacies go back to the place where they were trained.

"Looks like I'm going to find time to start training too."

In an inconspicuous town, seeing so many professionals undoubtedly increased the pressure on Sauron a lot.

I haven't felt it so strongly.

But now he realizes that these plots are not simple!

Even if he had a mysterious number in his mind, if he didn't sweat hard, he might not be able to pass these aborigines in the future and face the gods who descended to the mortal world in the coming sage catastrophe.

"Whew!"

Sauron silently pressed his hand on the scimitar and muttered to himself, "No wonder the gods killed by the player were less than one-tenth of the natives of the story. ”

"This gap is not something that can be bridged by numbers!"

The gods have fallen.

There used to be less than double digits of godhead among players, but there are hundreds of aborigines in the plot who have obtained godhead.

It's not just the difference in professional rank!

………………

Sauron returned to the inn and began to prepare dinner.

The caravan guards were busy with their own affairs, the mysterious hostess didn't show up much in the past two days, and the wizard himself rarely interacted with ordinary people, so no one felt strange.

Vivien was very well-behaved and literate in the room, and the little girl was almost finished recognizing the common words.

She didn't ask where Sauron had gone.

When Sauron returned, he sat next to him with a small bench as he cut the pork he had bought into pieces and poured the beans into the clay pot. Then he went to the inn kitchen with the clay pot in his hand, carefully sealed the pot, covered it with the ashes of the charcoal fire after the firewood had been burned, and then clapped his hands and said, "Go eat something first." ”

"It should be ripe when it gets dark."

This is a relatively simple food to make, and it tastes good, and Sauron used to make it himself when he was fine.

The only requirement is patience.

Because it is simmered, it takes about three hours.

Night falls.

The caravan guards drank and chatted in front of the inn, and occasionally the rising people went out to make a gesture, and some merchants got together to count the goods, and today they bought some furs in the town, and they should make some money by transporting them to the next city. Sauron sat behind and played with the scimitar, but instead of with his right hand, he used his left hand.

[Dual-Weapon Battle].

This is a specialty that is difficult to train and can take a lot of time.

Either you spend a lot of expertise to get it, or you have to work hard to train yourself. However, Sauron already has the personal specialty of the dexterous left hand, and it is much easier to master the specialty of [Dual Weapon Combat].

I don't know who coaxed Sauron to go down and play too.

Sauron had exactly that idea, but he did it with his left hand.

It was a young man from the Northland.

Originally, the captain of the guard was also eager to try, ready to try Sauron's skills, but when he saw that he was holding a knife in his left hand, he gave up directly.

But the look is quite unusual, because there are relatively few people who use dual weapons to fight.

This is a high level of skill!

The creatures that are currently best at dual-weapon combat are elves, and only those who have a long life have time to hone this skill.

Vivien stood on a table taller than her and watched.

Because she's so short.

In the vacated field, Sauron walked with a stern expression, holding the knife in his backhand affected his swing, but it was just right to exercise the dexterity of his left hand.

Even if he fights with his left hand, he still does not fall behind, and even faintly has the posture of trying the opponent's moves.

The little girl stood on the table and watched very seriously, Bai Shengsheng held a dinner knife in her little hand, looked at the competition on the field, and followed the table knife twice, frowning and thinking from time to time.

That look was a bit nondescript, but her expression was very stern!

Gradually.

When she compares her moves, there are even two or three points of similarity.

No one noticed the little girl in the corner, they had already been drawn to the battle on the field, and Sauron's dodging skills amazed many, especially the footwork of some of the maneuvers, and the difficult maneuvers of the body to avoid the attack. Without special flexibility training, ordinary people simply can't do it.

The second floor of the hotel.

The mysterious caravan mistress didn't know when she appeared, and she glanced at Sauron, who was passing in the clearing, and soon became a little interested. But when her eyes fell on Vivien in the corner, her expression burst into brilliance, and she looked very surprised, interested, and funny.

The little girl stood on the table and gestured for a moment.

Then he put down the knife in boredom and said to himself, "It doesn't seem to be very difficult!" ”

"My brother didn't fight seriously at all."

"If he used that move that could run sideways on the wall, he would have killed that guy with one slash."

"Just a few times over and over again."

"The person who fought with my brother is not as good as the guy during the day!"

The little girl pursed her lips, glanced at the others sneakily, and then quietly took the flask in both hands and poured herself a glass of ale. (Because the strength is too small)

"Hmm."

Vivien took a sip, smashed her mouth, and muttered to herself, "It tastes weird." ”

"Why do they like this?"

With a hint of curiosity, the little girl took a few more sips, and a blush soon appeared on her pretty little face.

"Hmm."

"Why do you feel a little dizzy?"

Vivien's petite body swayed a little.

By the time Sorrenby came back from the trial, the little girl was already drunk, her little face was red, and she hid her glass behind her in a panic.

How could Sauron not see that she was secretly drinking!

So when he saw Vivien, who was drunk and staggering in front of him, his face instantly darkened.

Syllable!

A slap on the little buttocks.

Sauron grabbed her in his arm and threw her to sleep in the room on the second floor.

The night is slightly cool.

Sauron went to the kitchen to look at the clay pot, then covered it with the ashes of the charcoal fire, then lit an oil lamp, took it to the room on the second floor, took a book from the dimensional bag, and read it silently. Occasionally, when his eyes fell on Vivian, who was sleeping soundly next to him and still had a little drunken flush on her little face, her expression was obviously a little crying and laughing.

"It's not a small amount of courage!"

He reached out and pinched Vivien's little Qiong's nose, and the little girl felt uncomfortable and waved her little hand, then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

She was really drunk.

Although she only drank a small glass of ale.

The night is getting deeper.

Sauron put the book away, blew out the oil lamp and went to sleep, the little girl leaned over in a daze, naturally reached out and hugged his arm, and then smashed the little mouth, muttering a vague dream word or two.

And so the night passed.

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