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In the face of the elite of the four clans outside the court, Iron Fist was just silent.

He didn't dodge, he didn't retreat, he just calmly inserted the musket "Red Hammer" in his hand into the slot of the gun behind his back. The length of the "Red Hammer" was a little longer than the "Heser" in Duland's hand, and as soon as the gun was placed in the gun slot, it was caught by two iron buckles that automatically ejected, and it was fixed behind the iron fist. A black, thick barrel poked out from behind the right shoulder of the Iron Fist, standing tall and pointing diagonally at the sky.

The one-meter-fifty musket was carried by a dwarf who was less than one-meter-seven, and the appearance was somewhat ridiculous.

The Musket Dwarves are naturally short, and even if Iron Fist is already considered tall in the clan, it still can't reverse the natural disadvantage of not being tall. Compared to barbarians with an average height of more than two meters, Iron Fist is a small man, let alone a Force Titan who is more than four meters tall. As for the Night Elves, Iron Fist is probably barely as short as the shortest of the Night Elves. Only the Storm Dwarves were shorter than Iron Fist, but the Storm Hammer were more muscular and muscular.

In the face of these wolf-like elite warriors, Iron Fist is nothing at all. However, the moment he moved, everything changed!

I saw him reach out like lightning and grasp it, and firmly pinch the two scimitars that were slashed at the head, and the rough big hand was like an iron tong, and the blade fell into his hand and completely froze, as if it was on the hands of an iron fist.

"What!"

"How so?!"

Armed with swords were two night elf warriors, who relied on their superiority in strength and strength, one left and one right to attack first. But they didn't expect to be so lightly detained by the iron fist of their weapons.

Without waiting for them to react, Iron Fist let out a low shout. With a strong hand, the well-made scimitar was broken with two clicks, and then he grabbed the broken blade and stabbed it into the heart of the night elf warrior with a backhand.

Blood splattered, drenching the face with an iron fist.

He let go of the broken knife and flung the Night Elf Samurai's limp body and flung his arm into the air. Two freshly dead corpses flew up, just in time to block the dark mage's spell attack. A deep purple spell glow exploded in midair. After the explosion, many spell attacks disappeared, and the two corpses were shattered.

"Drink!"

Iron Fist exhaled, and a deep blow burst from the deepest part of his chest, and his feet slammed on the ground, pushing his body hard, and crashing into the elite ranks of the four clans like a cannonball.

The Storm Dwarf howls and wields the Storm Hammer. Several strong savages faced the Iron Fist head-on, armed with two-handed swords, warhammers, and double-edged axes. When they were in the brunt of it, their courage was commendable, and their strength was quite strong, but they were punched one by one by an iron fist, and they vomited blood and fell back. One of the unlucky eggs flew directly out of the outer wall range, screaming and falling down the high wall dozens of meters high. There was a loud bang, and there was no sound.

In the royal court, Durand's eyes squinted slightly, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He quietly looked at the wolf-like iron fist on the outer wall, and had no intention of going up to help.

Put yourself in Duland's shoes. In fact, I can't see the figure of Iron Fist clearly.

Iron Fist was too short, surrounded by the elites of the four clans who were taller or stronger than him. He can only be seen sporadically on a rampage. Wherever he rushed, blood-spewing warriors would fly, even the Force Titan, who was more than twice as tall as Iron Fist!

In the blink of an eye, Iron Fist had completely broken up the ranks of the four clans and entered the group of night elf black mages.

Iron fists and fists were in a row, and in the sound of four bone cracks, the four tall and thin black mages fell to the ground without humming, and each of them was completely collapsed in the chest by a heavy punch, and they couldn't die anymore.

And Iron Fist didn't stop, heading straight for Rosey!

Roseie is a seventh-level powerhouse, as a black elf warrior, she has very rich combat experience, and her strength is more than most seven-star hunters, but for Iron Fist, an invincible powerhouse among the eighth-level professionals, she is still too tender. She drew her scimitar and barely resisted it for a moment, before she was hit in the lower abdomen with an uppercut, and her whole body convulsed and went soft.

With a big iron fist, he pinched the back of Roseie's neck, blocking her in front of him, looking at the elites of the four clans.

At this point, no guy from the four clans outside the court dared to step forward. They look at me, I look at you, and then at Roseie, who was twitching in pain in the Iron Fist, and lost her mind for a while.

Roseie is a seventh-level powerhouse, there is one seven-star hunter who died in her hands, and there are even more high-level hunters at the six-star and five-star levels, and she was captured alive with just one face?

What kind of monster is this musket dwarf?!

One of them glanced at each other and prepared to leave quietly, but Iron Fist didn't want to pull out the musket behind him, and barely needed to aim and blasted it over. A few of the guys who wanted to slip away suddenly fell down screaming, and three of them stopped moving after they fell, apparently dead. One of them didn't die immediately, but only half of his body was blown away. He lay on the ground, looked down at his half-sized body, and howled like madness.

Listening to the high-pitched screams, there is no need to speak with an iron fist, and no brainless guy dares to sneak away anymore.

Only then did Durand sigh heavily, and said in a rather strange tone: "Iron Fist, you guy...... How did you get to the Full Moon Court? ”

“……”

Iron Fist was silent for a while, and then whispered, "It's a long story. ”

He glanced at the empty Full Moon Royal Court, and a pair of thick eyebrows came together, almost forming a line: "What about you?" Duland, what have you done, and how did the Full Moon Court become like this? ”

Durand smiled lightly: "I didn't do anything, and the Full Moon Court didn't become like this because of me." ”

Iron Fist's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly fell on the street covered with corpses, and the scene made his eyelids jump wildly a few times, and then looked closely, and the muscles on Iron Fist's face began to twitch faintly.

His gaze returned to Durand with some difficulty, and Iron Fist opened his mouth, as if it had taken all his strength to slowly squeeze out a sentence: "Duland, my people...... Those musket dwarves, they ...... You...... Why are you killing them?! ”

He stared at him and became a little incoherent: "Ah...... Ahh It's all kids...... It's all old people and children! How could it be...... How so...... What about the rest of the people? What about the copper whiskers? Where's the Copperbeard Man?! Isn't he the patriarch? Isn't he going to protect the musket dwarves at all costs!! ”

When Durand heard this, he was just silent.

He looked at the Iron Fist from a distance, and an extremely bright seven-colored light quietly flashed in his eyes, and in his vision, there were no white marks on the cheeks on either side of the Iron Fist, and there was no trace of a cross mark on his forehead.

"Did I think too much?" Durand said silently in his heart: "There is no sign of being enslaved by Yonghui's gaze......"

He watched carefully for a few more moments, and the brow that had been slightly twisted since the appearance of the Iron Fist seemed to stretch slightly, but then furrowed slightly.

At this time, Iron Fist suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely, his bloodshot eyes stared at Duland, and he roared: "Duland! Answer me, why do you kill my people? ”

Duland's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't answer immediately, but quietly met the gaze of the iron fist, and was silent for a long time before he said: "Well, let's talk about it...... It's a long story. ”

The thick body of the iron fist trembled faintly, gritted his teeth and said nothing, but the big hand holding Rose's neck subconsciously became tighter and tighter, as if the neck of the night elf female warrior was about to be broken in the next moment.

Durand watched Iron Fist's reactions, not letting go of the slightest detail.

The entire Full Moon Court suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Iron Fist doesn't speak, and neither does Duland. Rose, who had finally recovered her strength, felt that her neck was about to break, and she kicked and struggled wildly, but she didn't dare to make any sound. As for the rest of the four clans outside the court, they didn't even dare to come out.

"Well, Iron Fist ......," Durand said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"You, are you really an iron fist?"

“…… What do you mean? ”

Durand shrugged his shoulders and said in a relaxed tone, "Iron Fist's residence is in the southeast of the Full Moon Court, and you are on the western wall of the Royal Court, which is already strange in itself. It just so happened that there was a bastard Yonghui Warlock fleeing west, and I couldn't help but think about it. Also, you killed someone as soon as you came up, and then punched and shot, killing a lot of guys from the four clans outside the court, the iron fist I know doesn't seem to be this style. ”

After a pause, Durand continued lightly: "In addition, if Iron Fist saw that I had killed so many musket dwarves, or old men and children, he would never be as calm as you just appeared, and he should have rushed over and fought with me a long time ago......"

"I do want to kill you right now." Iron Fist looked at Durand and said coldly.

"Hehe, do you still want to try to cover it up?" Durand laughed, shook his head, and said, "Let's put it this way, if you are really an iron fist, what you just asked should be, 'Did you kill my people?'" Instead of, 'Why did you kill my people?' ’……”

Hearing this, Iron Fist's face changed slightly.

Durand continued: "For Iron Fist, who didn't witness the killing, you should first 'confirm the facts' when you see this scene, but you skip this step and directly 'ask why', which is equivalent to the fact that 'it was me Durand who killed the musket dwarf'. However, Iron Fist shouldn't know about this. ”

Durand spoke slowly, his tone becoming calmer and calmer, and even gentler at the end.

However, the movement of his hand was a different matter, and his right hand slowly picked up the musket Heser and aimed it at the iron fist from afar. In his left hand, the orange flame long knife silently condensed and formed, the tip of the knife pointed obliquely at the ground, and was quietly held in Duland's hand, but it gave people a strange feeling that they could jump out at any time.

With a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, Durand looked at the "Iron Fist" indifferently and said in a calm but sure tone: "You are not an Iron Fist. Say, Who are you? ”

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