"Young Master Oleg, Mr. Roland, don't be impulsive, listen to me!"

Others are not afraid of big things when they watch the excitement, but Petro has to stand up and play a round, after all, the two people present are characters he can't afford to offend, and when the conflict comes up, who will smash his hotel to reason with?

"The two of you are discouraged, Lord Beowulf has advised us more than once to be open-minded in our approach to faith, except for those evil gods who teach people to do evil, people can enjoy freedom of faith in Kitland, and there is no deep hatred between them, so why fight because of a small dispute. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Petro tried his best to persuade him, but Oleg was unmoved, and he didn't even bother to look at him, and the eyes of the gloomy owl were always fixed on Roland.

"There can only be one goddess of fate in Kitland, and that is my lord Mokesh, a follower of the false god Sindra, and I will give you two options to live: either get out of Kitland immediately; Either renounce the belief in false gods and kneel at the feet of the idol of our Lord God and ask for forgiveness. ”

Roland laughed: "I don't have the words 'roll' and 'kneel' in my dictionary, you'd better demonstrate it first." ”

"Presumptuous!" Oleg was furious, and the giant sword in his hand was unsheathed.

"Don't!" Pietro cried with a fat face, and persuaded Oleg: "Don't forget that armed fighting is prohibited in the city, the crystal ball on the top of the Heroic Martyrs' Tower detects the outbreak of conflict here, and it will automatically activate the mystery lock to mark the two sides of the conflict, and the security team will come and arrest you in the detention center within five minutes, Master Oleg, why can't you think about it!" ”

In the end, there was a sentence "If you have to fight, you go out and fight, don't destroy my shop", but before he could say it, he was kicked away by Oleg.

"Dead fat, get out of the way! I know the laws in the city better than you, I don't need you to teach me, what are you afraid of prohibiting armed fighting? I don't need a weapon, I can still break the bones of that false god believer with just these fists! ”

He pressed the giant sword back into its sheath, and approached Roland with his bare hands, full of murderous energy. When he was within twenty feet of Roland, he suddenly accelerated and rushed with force under his feet.

Roland saw that this guy was scheming, and he had long been prepared for him to attack. As soon as Oleg took the first step, he reacted immediately, kicked the table with a flying kick, and the copper barbecue stove on the table, along with the red-hot charcoal fire, flew up and rolled into Oleg's face.

Oleg didn't expect Roland to make this move, and was forced to stop the charge and throw a punch like lightning.

Boom! The fist hit the oncoming copper furnace, and at the moment of collision, the magic ring on the middle finger of Oleg's right hand emitted a strong light, and the surface of the pure gold ring was slightly deformed, transforming into a fist stabbing form, accompanied by a loud sound of gold and iron, which shattered the heavy copper furnace!

The shattered copper pieces and carbon fire flew in all directions, and Oleg himself bore the brunt, and the nearby crowd was also affected, and many onlookers were burned and retreated in exclamation.

"That ring......"

Lyudmila noticed that Oleg's fingers were glowing, and immediately recalled memories and tried to get closer to the ring on his hand.

"Woman, don't move forward!" Clark raised his hand to block Lyudmila and prevent her from approaching Oleg.

Without thinking, Lyudmila raised her hand and slashed at Clark's wrist, the speed of the shot and the accuracy of the angle greatly exceeded his expectations, and he suddenly felt that his wrist was numb, and his thick arm couldn't help but hang down.

"Huh?" Clark was taken aback, immediately retreated half a step back to open up the space, and his left fist swung horizontally towards Lyudmi's ramen door, and the big fist of the casserole brought a sharp wind, if it was solid this time, not to mention the beautiful face of the girl, even a wall would be pierced on the spot!

Lyudmila sensed the murderous intent of the other party's punch, and couldn't help but change her face, her hands staggered in front of her, and at the same time, her waist shook, and she threw out a whip leg like lightning, and her toes slashed at the frost giant's relatively fragile ankle like a sharp axe.

Bang! Bang!

Lyudmila blocked Clark's left hand with both palms, and the Frost Giant's powerful force passed through, forcing her to stagger back, her arms aching and barely lifted.

Clark was also kicked back two steps by her, his ankle tingled, and his face twitched.

"You're hurt?" Daria approached and asked him.

Clark snorted and whispered: "That Kitland woman is not simple, her fist and foot skills are outstanding, and her strength is not much worse than mine, if it weren't for the bow on her back, I would have thought she was a warrior monk." ”

Daria glanced at the female ranger in surprise, and quickly turned her gaze back to Roland, her eyes were extremely hot: "I care more about Oleg's opponent than that woman." ”

"The knight who believes in Sindra?"

"He has a special temperament that makes me feel very affectionate, most likely because he has the bloodline of desire demons."

Clark looked at Roland curiously, the young knight's handsome face did have a little demonic characteristics, as for whether it was a demon or not, he couldn't see it anyway. But he trusted Daria's judgment, and no one had a better say in the matter than her.

In the open space in the middle of the bar, soot was flying all over the sky. Oleg smashed the copper furnace with a punch, and the charcoal fire splashed on his body, his head was burned, and his skin was burned in many places.

What was more unbearable for him than the burn was to make a fool of himself in public, roaring in anger, the muscles around his body swelled violently, and his eyes became red.

Roland had long seen that Oleg had 11 barbarian ranks, and at this moment he started the adrenaline rush of "The Great Rage", and the exuberant spirit made him ignore the pain, and his strength and physique were increased by +6.

What was even more shocking was that the magic mask on his face, under the influence of the rage, actually oozing drops of blood, Oleg was bleeding all over his face and roared wildly, and the terrifying image made the onlookers all creepy and tremble.

The aura of courage of the paladin is immune to all fear, Roland doesn't care about Oleg's terrifying appearance, what is really terrifying is the power attribute of up to 34 after the opponent's great rage, and the head-on confrontation is too much of a loss, so he can only dodge as much as possible and patiently look for opportunities to counterattack.

However, it is not easy.

Roland's specialties are swordsmanship, spearmanship and horsemanship, and fighting empty-handed in a cramped environment like a tavern is not his strong point, not to mention that Oleg said that he would not use weapons, but in fact, the magic ring in the middle finger of his right hand is equivalent to a pure gold finger tiger, and it is not a good feeling to be punched.

Roland dodged several punches with his superb reflexes, and was forced to retreat by Oleg until his back hit the hotel wall.

"Your time of death has come!" Oleg laughed wildly and approached, slamming a punch into Roland's face.

Swish! Roland jumped into heaven like a gecko clinging to a wall, soaring up to 20 feet high, and one flipped onto the beam.

Oleg punched the wall, piercing it with a thud, and half of his arm got stuck in the hole.

Roland jumped down, kicked him in the face, and threw a somersault backwards like a swift returning to its nest and back on the beam.

Oleg was kicked by him and flew out, knocking down a row of tables, and finally was helped by Clark to gain a foothold, and half of his exposed face turned the color of pig liver, desperately rushing towards Roland, trying to jump onto the beam.

However, his jumping skills were far inferior to Roland's, and he fell ten feet into the air, so angry that he grabbed a chair and threw it at Roland.

Bang! The chair slammed into the beams and cracked, and the beams shook violently, making a palpitating creaking sound, as if they were already overwhelmed.

The crowd in the tavern exploded and rushed to escape through the door.

"Stop it!" There was an angry shout from the door, and a priestess in Mithril armor and snow-white robes walked in.

The tumultuous crowd immediately fell silent, and they all bowed to the beautiful and majestic priestess, exuding awe from the bottom of their hearts. (To be continued.) )