She looked down at Liu Zheng condescendingly, her voice low and rhythmic.

"May I sit down?"

Liu Zheng moved the wine barrel a little to his side and smiled: "Of course, who would refuse such a beautiful lady?" ”

The beautiful woman smiled back, stretched out her hand and called the maid, "Bring me a barrel of the best wine." ”

The maid looked at her in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, there is only one barrel of Yimu craft beer, and it has already been ordered by this gentleman." ”

The beautiful woman smiled, and was just about to change it, when Liu Zheng interjected: "If you don't mind, let's share this bucket." ”

The stunningly beautiful woman tilted her head to look at Liu Zheng, and the short hair next to her ears slid with it, like a black waterfall wrinkled by the wind.

The beautiful woman glanced around and walked straight to Liu Zheng's table.

The maid, who was also a woman, was also captivated by this beauty, and couldn't help but tighten her apron.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew that this was the commander of the Fear Legion who slaughtered the city and destroyed the country, Liu Zheng probably wouldn't be able to resist this charm.

Thankfully, his determination to complete the task kept him calm.

The beautiful woman adjusted her sitting posture and smiled, "Thank you then." ”

"I'll go get the cup." The maid wittily ran away and quickly brought the cup.

"Cheers to your generosity." The beautiful woman raised two fist-sized wine glasses, but unexpectedly there was no sense of disobedience.

"Cheers to your beauty." Liu Zheng also raised his glass.

"Cheers to a good fucking day." A burly man suddenly walked up to the table and raised the barrel to pour himself wine.

The beautiful woman frowned, but did not move, just looked at Liu Zheng with flowing eyes.

Liu Zheng suddenly kicked the strong man in the knee.

The strong man screamed in pain, and the whole person fell to the table.

Liu Zheng gave him a lightning blow with a knife, grabbed his collar and threw it before he could touch the table.

"Bang", the strong man and the pillar had a close contact, but he didn't scream, it turned out that he had been knocked unconscious by the hand knife just now.

This ghostly speed of the shot shocked the drinkers who were about to move, and all their tentative eyes were withdrawn, and they all pretended to concentrate on drinking.

"You're strong, human." The beautiful woman clapped her hands gently, her tone seemed to be appreciative, but also like a faint mockery.

"I just don't want anyone to spoil the interest in drinking, drinking is a thousand glasses less than a confidant, and the words are not speculative, are they?" Liu Zheng replied.

This sentence is very strange, but it is very interesting. Is it a proverb from Pande? The beautiful woman nodded approvingly and asked curiously.

"It's just my own feelings." Liu Zheng shamelessly plagiarized the famous quote.

"So, a toast to the 'confidant'."

"Cheers."

Glass after cup, and soon, a barrel of Yimu craft beer was about to be drunk.

They drank more and more slowly, and the eyes of the two men were getting brighter and brighter.

The maid looked at the candle suspiciously, she seemed to have seen two strange shadows just now.

One with wings, the other with long letters.

In the last cup, Liu Zheng twisted the faucet, and there was only a dry squeak.

"Looks like that's the end of our drinking party." The beautiful woman put down her glass and smiled gracefully.

"It's a pity that there is no winner or loser." Liu Zheng had some regrets.

"I love you, human. Even if you win. The beautiful woman said generously.

"Then thank you, Your Highness Maltisse." Liu Zheng showed his big white teeth.

The predator's coercion was exerted again, and all the drinkers felt instinctive fear and fled out of the tavern screaming. 、

Soon, the man and woman were left in the crowded tavern.

Maltis took a deep breath, his towering soft armor making his blood run high.

However, Liu Zheng didn't have the heart to feast his eyes.

Between these breaths, Liu Zheng felt a behemoth resurrect on Maltis's body.

The dragon blood in his body seemed to have encountered a higher-level predator, and there was a hint of fear in the boiling of anger.

Maltisse's black hair instantly faded to a silvery white, and his forehead also grew evil lines.

The holy royal family of Sindar is dead, and only the Serpent God's Chosen One, the leader of the Dread Legion, Maltis, has been resurrected.

The black knife made a graceful arc, like a light butterfly flying towards Liu Zheng's neck.

The slightly greenish blade swallowed the light around it, glowing with an ominous mist.

Liu Zheng had no doubt that as long as he was favored by the black knife, even if he was wearing the Twilight Knight armor, he would be cut in two.

Fortunately, he was not the stake of the test knife.

The bones moved, and Liu Zheng used the ape-shaped body method in the Five Fowl Play, and the whole person suddenly shrank and jumped back.

The black knife missed, and the wine table was split by the knife wind, flying in all directions.

A few pieces of wood that were still stained flew towards Maltiz's face, and she reached out and fanned them away with some disgust.

Golden opportunity!

Liu Zheng changed to a deer type again, his legs rose and fell, and he rushed towards Maltis, who was blocked from sight, with the force of a wild collision.

With Liu Zheng's agility, it must be too late to raise a knife to slash at this time.

But Maltis is worthy of being a strong man in the Titan period, and the hand that fanned the flying wooden block directly grasped the claw blindly, and the strong wind splashed everywhere, and he directly grabbed the sound of the air explosion.

The fingertips glowing with green light can be seen to be full of the poison of the snake god.

Even with the assistance of the Noldor ceremony, Liu Zheng didn't dare to take it hard, and he forcibly stopped his body.

I thought that most of the people in the world of Pande were good at martial arts, and the odds of winning in hand-to-hand combat were higher, but I didn't expect that Maltis was really a martial art trained in a thousand-year-old battle, and there was no flaw in it.

Liu Zheng jumped back into place and grabbed the crescent moon stick standing next to him.

Since hand-to-hand combat can't be cheapened, let's use the stick method that he is better at.

With a stick in hand, Liu Zheng's momentum suddenly changed.

Eyes, hands, sticks three points and one line, the body is natural, impartial, the whole person is like Mount Tai in the middle of peace and just majestic.

If Yu Dayou was present, he would definitely look dissatisfied and laugh in private, he, a disciple, had already obtained the three flavors of the Sword Sutra.

The left hand is sent, the right hand is loose, and the silver stick is like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole and biting into Maltis's pharynx.

Although Maltis had never seen such strange martial arts, her instinctive reaction was enough for her to make the right response.

Turning his head to dodge the tip of the stick, the black knife slashed diagonally along the blade of the stick towards Liu Zheng's hands, threatening to cut them to dust.

This knife is somewhat similar to the technique of the sword, Liu Zheng was not in a hurry, his wrist turned and flipped over, and the long stick that was originally under instantly became on top, pressing the black knife.

The offense and defense changed again, Liu Zheng held his left hand forward, and the long stick turned into a short stick, knocking on Maltiz's arm.

This change of move from the other world broke through Maltis's instinctive reaction, and her arm was hit by the head of the stick, and a large purple mark appeared on Sen's cold and fair skin.

The faint green light quickly converged on the wound, and soon, the purple seal was consumed invisibly.

Liu Zheng felt cold in his heart, it seemed that it was unrealistic to expect small things to become big.

With the blessing of the snake god's divine power, Maltis's recovery ability is not slightly weaker than Liu Zheng.

With his arms wide open and his shoulder blades towering, he turned into a white crane with wings outstretched, and his long stick pecked at Maltis's celestial spirit cover like a crane's beak.

The dim tavern dimmed a little, and the strong wind of the clash of knives and sticks blew out all the candles around the two of them.

"It turned out to be a fusion ceremony, and the Noldors were very willing." As a member of the Sindar royal family, Maltis quickly understood why the stick was unscathed.

She didn't look angry, she even seemed a little relieved.

Liu Zheng also felt her emotions, and retreated, wanting to say something.

"Your will is shaken, human. I don't like you anymore. Maltisse's smile was retracted, his eyes narrowed, and his well-defined face looked even colder.

Sighing, Liu Zheng knew that his thoughts were indeed naïve.

No matter how much Mardis, as the royal family of Sinda, still has any feelings for Noldor, Maltis, as the leader of the Dreadcorps, has only a mission of destruction.

"Do what you can, human. Otherwise, I will kill every living thing I see. Maltis raised the black knife and pointed at Liu Zheng from afar, as if the god of beauty and the god of war were one.

The belief was firm again, and the crescent moon stick seemed to feel Liu Zheng's will, and the silver substance covering the surface began to flow.

He could feel a wave of magic flowing down his hands and into his whole body, which should be the effect of the power increase.

With his waist straight, he raised his body and shrugged his shoulders to slam Maldis's lower abdomen, and he made a high probe in the form of an ape.

This trick was originally marksmanship, but the gun and stick had the same origin, and with Liu Zheng's martial arts talent, he naturally used it.

Maltisse's black knife pressed down, and he was ready to get close.

The snake god toxin on her claws corrodes everything, and if she is close, it will be Liu Zheng who suffers.

Of course, Liu Zheng would not give her a chance, holding the stick in his hand, his waist was strong, and under the double power increase of the ceremony and the crescent moon stick, he picked up the black knife.