Alcohol has always been a good thing, it can give courage to a person who is usually cowardly, and it can relieve the sorrow of a person who is in a depressed mood...... Of course, it can also make some little experts more high-spirited, and go further and further on the road of death-

Nathaniel stretched out his arm and glanced back at his companion—

They are a group of mercenaries from Boomer, a group of seven people, although they don't belong to any well-known mercenary team, but the strength of their people, in all fairness, is already very good.

Seven are in the middle rank.

Nathaniel was an Assassin, and despite his gloomy temperament, most of the time, his mind was normal—

After arriving in the small town of Lorenz, he spent hours in the dimly lit tavern hall, until the departure of Sheriff Isaac, and the atmosphere gradually returned to what he was used to.

At this time, the desire to perform hidden in the depths of his heart and keen to attract the attention of others was finally irrepressibly exposed under the influence of alcohol.

Most people's attention was on Mr. Dwarf, so he was upset to look at him.

The wild mage Choko and the dwarf Tob glanced at each other - they had known each other for a long time, and it didn't take much to say, a lot of things had already been done in eye contact.

Choco looked at Tob, who blinked under his thick gray eyebrows—

Physiologically, dwarves have larger proportions of their skulls than humans, and as a result, the contours of their orbits and faces are different. The amber eyes reflected the ale in the glass, and the surface of the ale, which shone with some subtle impurities, reflected the flame of the oil lamp hanging on the wall.

Orange-red flames are jumping.

Choko looked up, he knew the full name of the dwarf Tobu, Tobu Rodorol Frisisco O. Kunacz Iron Fist.

The focus is on the last word, the surname of Iron Fist. According to some of the dwarves, the "Iron Fist" belongs to a branch of the dwarves in the western mountains of the Wanjing Cong Mountain, and has always produced powerful warriors.

Tob raised his arm, and five stubby fingers instantly caught Nathaniel's wrist - the palm of the rough old hen's claws grabbed the mercenary, and a terrible howl rang out in the tavern hall.

It's like a domesticated pig that has been stabbed in the heart with a sharp knife -

There seems to be the sound of bones cracking.

The dwarf Tob still sat on the chair with his short legs shaking, but his voice became louder at this time, like a rumbling thunder, echoing in everyone's ears:

"The most heroic dwarven warrior, Tob, knows no blacksmithing, no mining, no building, he only likes to drink, and, well, blow the heads and eggs of some of the pups!"

This sentence was loud, and the wild mage Qiao Ke, looking at his close companion, smiled slightly, and grabbed a few fried beans.

Seeing Nathaniel deflated, the mercenary team from Boomer stood up in unison—

With a wave of his hand, the tall, thin, gloomy mercenary was thrown several steps away in an instant, and he covered his injured wrist with the other hand while staring at the dwarf with hatred.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

And the other mercenaries also watched with the intention of watching the excitement - in their eyes, it didn't matter who was right and who was wrong in this conflict, they just wanted to see a good fight.

Yes, the vast majority of mercenaries' days, in addition to pursuing Rael, are only hormonal stimulation: women, blood, fighting...... It's not a pleasant feeling to see people beating each other to the point of bleeding.

When the middle-aged waitress in the tavern noticed the movement, her face changed, and she pulled out her steps and hurried towards the outside of the tavern—

Wild Mage Choco stood up.

The wild mage had a mild demeanor, he wore a slim gray robe, without any ornate ornamentation, and his chestnut hair was only tied with a white headband and a short ponytail at the back of his head, and he looked like a bard—

Poetry, Chocco naturally knows some things, but the current situation is not very suitable for reading poetry.

His appearance is really lacking in imposingness.

The mercenaries had already stood in front of him, and the first one helped Nathaniel to the side of the chair, and then showed a fierce and violent expression.

"Tob, these guys look like they're going to beat us up."

Until then, he had remained smiling, and said to his fellow dwarves with a calm face—the dwarven Toub had jumped out of his chair and had pulled out his heavy axe from his back.

"Watch out for your little white face, if you get hurt, maybe no girl will like it again."

"Tob, please don't let out such a malicious curse. I hate crow's mouth. ”

Choko stretched out a palm from the gray cloth robe, his fingers white and slender, and his middle finger stood up—

This gesture didn't have any special meaning in the Elantra Kingdom, but after noticing this finger, the mercenaries couldn't help but gasp and retreated back again and again.

There was silence, silence.

The slight movement of snow falling from rooftops and tree tops can be faintly heard outside.

A wisp of blue flame was rising suddenly on Chocco's fingers, and those who got closer could clearly feel the surging heat in it—

"Mage!"

Some people exclaimed, mages in this age are not a common profession, and people often think of this group as mysterious, eccentric, and powerful destructive figures of all kinds-

Most of these mages are based on the rumors of knights and yesteryear, and since most civilians cannot read words, mages are almost equivalent to man-eating monsters in their minds.

However, Boomer's mercenaries are not so shallow in their minds, they have been in contact with some mages, and they have some understanding-

The Assassin Nathaniel's face turned rather ugly, and he saw the steady blue flames of the young man's fingertips, confirming at least two things.

High Temperature Fire and Mana Mastery.

The former is marked by the power of the first order of awakening, while the latter is a super-magical specialty that represents skill.

All in all, mastering one of these two contents is not a powerful character that their mercenary team can afford to mess with.

The big husband can bend and stretch.

The team of mercenaries opened their mouths a few times, said nothing, and honestly returned to their previous seats.

"Chocó, you're freaking them out."

Seeing this, the dwarf Tobu put away his axe, and he quickly climbed into the chair with his body temperature - he shook the flask, and the empty hand announced that the second pot of ale was gone, and he looked at the wild mage beside him.

"Drink in moderation, valiant dwarven warrior, Mr. Tob."

……

The "Wolf and Whistle" tavern in the small town of Lorenz belonged to the Jeffrey family, and after the waitress left, she quickly found the sheriff Isaac Jeffrey.

And at this time, staying by this gentleman's side was also a good-looking young aristocratic lady.