"Acoste, Curry, this way!" Just as the two of them were running to the garrison headquarters while they were fighting, a young man with blue hair shouted at the two.

"Eh, Will, Zach, you're here too!" Axtes and Curry immediately ran down to the side of the two, one of them was the son of the town's tavern owner, and the other was the adopted son of Uncle Lick Toast, and they were both familiar with each other.

"yes, you didn't come early." The cheerful Will replied with a smile, "By the way, this time in our garrison, except for the four of us, only Ralph is left in our Tuke Town, and the rest are all outsiders, Yacoste, you have to take care of us." ”

"No problem, if anyone bullies you, I promise to beat him up." Acoste punched Will in the shoulder and agreed.

"That's what you said. I took it seriously. Will continued happily.

"Hahaha" all four laughed at the same time.

"Hmph, a bunch of imps." Just as the four of them were chatting happily, suddenly a gloomy voice came from the side. Acoste frowned and followed the sound to look over, only to see a middle-aged man looking at them fiercely, with a hideous scar on his bare head, which made people shudder a little.

"If I had you, you would have apologized to us immediately, otherwise what happened next would never have been what you wanted to see." Acoste looked at the bald head staring at them intently, and said to him with a smile. His own deterrence and intimidation skills are over 60 points, and it would be hellish if he could be scared to this extent.

"Boy, you have to say it again." The bald head was immediately angry when he heard that Yacoste was not frightened by himself, but provoked him, and he put his hands behind his back and took off his two-handed greatsword, "Half-elf mongrel, do you think you are very good at archery, let Uncle Kent teach you how men should fight." ”

"Acoste, forget it, we shouldn't cause trouble on the first day we came." Another young man, Paul, saw the other party draw his weapon and immediately grabbed Acoste, his companion's temper was not clear to him, for fear that if this continued, it would become a senseless death match.

"It's all right, Paul, it's not a threat to me, and I promise to teach him a lesson without killing him, so that the strangers know whose territory it is." Acoste patted his companion on the shoulder, drew two long swords from his waist and met them.

"Half-elf bastard, I admire your courage very much, but you also annoy Uncle Kent, I let you strike first, so that even if I cut you in two, I won't lose this job." Kent said to Acoste with a sinister grin, as he placed his broadsword diagonally on his shoulder, contempt evident.

"You'll regret it, miscellaneous." Yacoste smiled faintly, in fact, he also wanted to further confirm whether the skills in his system were real, at a distance of 10 meters from Kent, he recalled the use of the charging skill in that memory, tensed the muscles of the whole body, and transferred all the strength to the soles of the feet and calf muscles. I saw him slam his left foot on the ground. The whole person galloped towards Kent like an arrow from a string.

"Warrior's Charge!" Kent immediately put away the contempt in his eyes when he saw Acoste rushing towards him, and became serious, as a level 8 warrior, he would naturally charge skills, but he wondered why this poor country kid would also, you must know that even if it is a warrior such a big road profession, every set of swordsmanship, every set of steps or every skill is taught by a senior warrior, and he himself has participated in garrisons in other places before and then taught by a veteran soldier who has experienced a hundred battles, He couldn't think of anyone in Tuku Town who could teach these things, except for Captain Bruce, of course, who still had real talent.

The distance of 10 meters passed in a second for Acoste, who was moving at high speed, and at this time he saw that Kent had just pointed the big sword at him, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, it was too late.

When two fighters fight, they often rely on a sense of courage and concentration in battle. If you lose it in the first split second of the battle, you'll be beaten all over the ground by experienced veteran fighters. It's a pity that Acoste, who has the memories of that past life, is not only a veteran warrior, but he is about to enter the god of war of a demigod in terms of combat skills.

With a crisp sound of weapon collision, Acoste skillfully hit the blade of the opponent's big sword with the long sword in his right hand, and easily knocked the opponent's weapon aside with huge impact and inertia, and at the same time contracted the muscles of his whole body, concentrated all the strength of his body on his right shoulder, and slammed it towards Kent's chest.

"Ahh With a scream, Kent, who was about 2 meters tall, was actually knocked out by Acoste, who was about 1.8 meters. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew 3 or 4 meters behind him and fell to the ground, the blood spit out of his mouth spilled a beautiful string of blood in the air and dripped on the ground. At this time, all the people who were gloating on the sidelines to watch the performance had their eyes straightened, they originally thought that Kent could easily teach Acoste a lesson, even if it was not good, he would play with Acoste for a while, who would have expected that Kent would be killed by the other party in one round.

"Bang bang." A burst of applause came from outside, and a middle-aged warrior in plate armor walked to the center of the field, looking at Acoste with appreciation. "Wonderful charge, I didn't expect that the people in Tuke Town were also lying on fire, and the front contact was very clever when they hit the opponent's weapon, young man, you are very good."

The middle-aged warrior complimented Acoste for a moment, then turned around and said loudly to the other people who were still dumbfounded.

"I'm a wolf, Aktuyaf, the instructor of your bunch of recruits! I know that some of you are battle-hardened mercenaries, while others are skilled adventurers. But here, you're all my recruits. Now, I'm giving you a chance, if any of you can come up and defeat me, then he won't have to be trained as a recruit, now tell me, which of you will come up and challenge me! ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at each other, the name of the wolf is said to have single-handedly killed a group of [10-15] gnolls when he was young, and in the area of Twilighttown, another town under the rule of Baron Wells, Aktuyaf was the most famous warrior, almost everyone knew and no one tried to challenge him. However, no one in the local mercenary group has come forward, and those people from other places are not so particular.

"Me. Hancock is here to challenge you, I used to be a member of the Frostwolf Adventure Team, nicknamed the Winter Wolf Killer, a level 9 warrior, our adventure team once participated in the Winter Wolf War in the north, and I killed 5 Winter Wolves by myself. How about going back and forth to you wolf now. As he spoke, a strong man more than two meters tall came to the sidelines, and when he reported his record, everyone present was frightened, level 9 warriors, obediently approaching middle-level professionals, God knows if such a powerful person still came here as a militiaman, is his brain burned out.

"Northland barbarians?" Aktuyav looked at Hancock and said with a smile. "We can fight, but you are not allowed to use rage, this is not a battle of life and death after all."

"Yes, I can defeat you without going berserk." Hancock laughed and agreed, then took off the battle axe, which was more than a meter long, and launched a charge with a loud roar.

Aktuyav also took off the heavy sword he was carrying behind him, and with the same roar, he charged. Soon the two stout men collided.

"Bang." With a sound of flesh hitting flesh, Aktuyav was knocked back two steps by Hancock, and it was clear that he had lost in the duel of powers.

"Come on, Hancock kill him!" "Hurry up and crush him, we are optimistic about you!"

The atmosphere of the surrounding people was all mobilized, a group of men, especially a group of fighters, were very easily attracted by this kind of fist-to-flesh fight, similar to Acoste can think of the boxing match in his memory, it was a game of hundreds of millions of yuan.

Hancock was also infected by the warm atmosphere around him, forced his opponent back, took two steps forward and swung his tomahawk to slash down, Aktuyav had just woken up from his vertigo, and he immediately used the big sword as a door panel across his head.

"Bang dang!" With a loud bang, Aktuyav was forced back a few steps by the huge force, and Hancock rose up, without giving the other party any respite, like the cone of bones sticking up again, brandishing an axe at Aktuyav is a wild slash.

"No, this big man is so powerful, it looks like the instructor is about to lose." Curry has been watching the game from the sidelines, and he can't help but worry about Aktuyav, after all, they are here to discipline their old fritters, and if the other party succeeds, then they will undoubtedly be much better off as real recruits.

"Don't worry, the instructor is about to win, I said that guy is so powerful, how could he come to such a poor country to be a militia as a level 9 warrior, he has a very serious injury to his foot." Acoste also watched the battle carefully, the warrior named Hancock was powerful, but he saw that his left foot was a beat slower than his right foot every time he moved, this kind of incongruous little flaw was nothing to deal with rookies, but it was the biggest flaw in front of opponents with similar strength.

Sure enough, Aktuyav also discovered this problem in the fight, he gradually let go of the defense, and began to attack Hancock's left, and after a while Hancock became scrambling, and accidentally pinned his left foot to his right foot, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"You've lost." The wild wolf glanced at the winter wolf killer, looked away, and said domineeringly to the people around him, "Who else is not convinced, come up!" ”