Everyone in the Tavern of the Scale Pen was dumbfounded, of course, they had set countless traps in the Scale Pen, and in addition to the thugs who had given their own hands for Gratitude and Gold, there was also the tavern owner - he wasn't sure if his father would tell the hired adventurers that he was a warlock, but he sincerely hoped that his father would hide it - his father had always been a vile and terrible man to him, concealing the true power of his prey and allowing ignorant moths to pounce on the flames...... He may not even feel a trace of guilt when he does this kind of thing.

The scaly pen was filled with friends of the tavern's owner, thieves and assassins who were wandering and unwilling or unable to become members of the Silver Finger Guild, and the casters were in high spirits to turn the second-story tavern into a place where they could perform their skills, with doors, windows, and any other place that could be invaded impregnated with poison and needles upside down, pit vipers waiting for their master's orders to swim up the grassy slopes outside the tavern, and scorpions hiding under stones and dirt with their stings held high. The tavern seemed to be the same, but everyone had a powerful bow and crossbow around their waists, and they sat or stood, and the narrow path between the tables had been deliberately wiped with colorless grease, because the dim light in the tavern would never be detected by outsiders unless they knew about it or were vigilant enough. In the room on the upper floor, there were two half-orcs and half-giants, who held their breath and waited only for the delicious food to come to their door.

But none of them expected the arrival to be so rude.

In other words, to use a rough description is an extremely lenient and tolerant statement.

The tavern owner of the Scale Pen, who was once the heir of a kingdom, heard the first sound of wings flapping— The spells he cast made the sounds around him louder, such as the sound of the thieves' footsteps and clothes rubbing against each other, and for a moment, he thought that his spell had made a mistake that would take in the fluttering of the birds, but he jumped to his feet, because he thought of the Grenada knights who had been roaming here in the morning and night not so long ago— It is said that Kriffa and the Silver Finger Guild have a complex relationship that cannot be escaped, and when these two forces meet, they will be quite tacitly evasive or cooperative. It seems that this time is the same, and "The Smelly Fish" points out that the men borrowed the mounts of the Dragontooth Knights of Grenada. But before he could do anything, everyone was already startling, for a wall in the tavern hall suddenly caved inward, as far as the eye could see.

The scale pen tavern was built in a similar way to most of the buildings in this new town, that is, it was built on heavy stones, wooden beams were erected on the stones, plates were fixed on both sides, and then dirt was poured between the gaps, the gum used by the people of the Dragonfire Islands to build the coral huts, and the small stones, and finally tamped, such walls, although not as good as those made of stone alone, were enough to cope with the violent impact of a half-giant, after all, this was a tavern, and after drinking too much, there were never fewer disputes and brawls, not to mention that as a spellcaster, Laurie also painted runes on it to enhance its solidity。 But now, the wall was like a slightly thicker piece of vellum, and after a moment of helpless struggle, people saw that there were suddenly several black holes in the wall that seemed to be pierced by the giant crossbow that defended the city, and out of the black hole was something they could not describe, and when a daring assassin sneaked into the shadows under the wall, trying to stab something deep in the wall, he was suddenly overturned by a powerful and invisible force.

No, he wasn't the only one who was overturned, but the top of the first floor of the tavern, and the entire second floor on top. Unexpectedly, some people even had the illusion that they had been turned small by some evil spell, and then unwittingly put into the kind of room that the noble girls liked to fiddle with, and now, what they encountered was nothing more than a curious child opening the roof that could have been opened- The reason why they think this is not without reason, because the whole process only makes a small sound, and there are very few places where it shatters, outside the black hole, the incision is flat where it is opened, whether it is stone or wood, if someone climbs the broken wall, he can clearly see the clear structure of the chalk layer - the wood plank layer - the mud and stone layer - the wood plank layer - the seaweed soil layer.

The tavern master had already cast his spell, and due to the inhuman blood flowing through his body, even if it was only aimed at the enemy, the people around him took several steps back in the irresistible scorching heat, not to mention, in the midst of the flames, there were screaming resentful, and the sounds they made could deaf a mortal forever, or make a knight drop his weapon, or make a spellcaster unable to concentrate for a short time, if they didn't have strong enough willpower. But faster than he was, it was a spell cast by the enemy, a spell that was like a trick played by a spell apprentice to a powerful warlock, because it could only make something the warlock designate glow. But like flames, flowing water, and rocks, small flames, narrow streams of water, and cracked stones do no harm, but what about the flames that can burn up half a city in an instant, like a dragon spewing out of its mouth? The same is true of the light lit by the souls of the otherworld, a falling sun, and almost without exception the people in the tavern look directly at him, including the tavern owner, after all, they were searching for the enemy and found him.

Some of them were already wailing, they couldn't see anything, while others, the more sophisticated and calm ones, held back their moans and moaned, hiding themselves deeper, and although they couldn't see how the magical light met and collided in the air, the ominous fluctuations in the air made them make a choice, some fled, while others stayed, like "stinky fish" There was no bad smell on his body at all, and his outfit was so ordinary, he looked like an ordinary guest, but he just waited until the war of the spellcasters was over. It would be best if Laurie, the tavern master, could win, but if not, he could only pray that their enemies were gifted but not calm enough, so that he might find an opportunity to assassinate them, after all, many immature spellcasters end up on a dagger behind their backs, and if not, then he can only say sorry, if possible, he prays for Laurie.

And the half-orcs and half-giants who struggled to crawl out of the second floor where they fell, they cursed Laurie as they crawled out, they only came for the gold and food, while Laurie's friends, those who had received his favor, these guys with inhuman blood had long since given up their previous thoughts, maybe they were still in the broken room, they would have thought about how to take revenge on those who had made them so embarrassed, but when they understood what had happened and saw the enemy who had clearly controlled the whole situation, they no longer had any hope, but decided to flee as soon as possible。

Their decision was not unpleasant, but a half-orc, unfortunate enough to step on the tail of a pit viper, was quickly and furiously bitten by its turn, if it was a half-giant, he might have escaped with its rhinoceros-thick and hard skin, but a half-orc had to face the danger of chance, although his calves were covered with thick hair, but the pit viper bit his relatively smooth ankles. He tore the pit viper off his feet and wailed loudly, hoping that his companions would hold him, but all he got was ridicule.

But after a few breaths, the orc, who had struggled to get up from the ground, had to admit that he was lucky, and although he was dazed by the venom of the pit viper, he was surprised to catch a glimpse of his companion who had abandoned him standing stupidly at the bottom of the slope, and he hid himself almost instinctively, and then he saw a beast almost the size of a scaly pen tavern come out of the side leisurely— They hadn't noticed it before, not even the smell, which meant that it had either been hidden by a powerful spell or had just come here.

Keo slowly shifted his position, raised his claws, and squashed a half-orc, and a half-giant, just a little more, maybe two or three more.

"It would be nice if I could meet you a hundred years in advance," said the male, who was a little more lazy and indulgent than the other sphinxes, "it will save a lot of time and energy in hunting, but can your abilities work against gerbils?"

Yes, Afra thought, but she wouldn't have replied like that, otherwise the naturally unruly and freedom-loving Sphinx would most likely have asked his master to take her with her on the hunt, and she wouldn't want to, even if she knew that Cremar wouldn't agree, but who knows?

"There's one more. Afra said.

"Let him go. The sphinx said, "He has not done anything against us, and your master has said that these are forgivable." ”

"It was an orc. Afra shook her head: "He was born to eat people. I know Cremar better than you do, and he will never allow a man-eating beast to roam wherever he can see. ”

"Does it matter what cannibalism?" said Keou, "and your master still eats demons and devils? ”

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The owner of the Tavern of the Scaly Pen, the son of King Tara, a warlock with the name of the bay leaf, did not know what kind of terrible being he was facing, and when he gasped and fell to the ground, all he saw was a young man with a beautiful face and a calm expression, but the latter was so powerful, not only powerful, but also sophisticated, unlike what he appeared, he did not look at all like a warlock who had just left the Mentor's Tower. Laurie had little room for resistance before him, and the people he had hoped for were like flying insects crashing into the hearth, unable to inflict the slightest effect on the flames, not even to make it tremble—they lay silently in the ruins of the tavern, and Laurie had no certainty of their life or death.

"They didn't die. The young black-haired warlock said suddenly, and Laurie remembered that he was the human who had come here to meet the elves. But now, Laurie can't be sure if he's a human or not, the warlock's bloodline comes from darkness and evil, and while there are many warlocks who make a good person, Laurie knows very well that sometimes, they can also become violent and angry because of their bloodline - just if they can suppress the evil side of their hearts. But how could an elf work with such a dangerous warlock?

"They're all alive," the young warlock continued, his deep black eyes keeping Laurie from looking away, "just a little bit hurt, but I think they'll take care of themselves." Really?"

"Yes. Laurie said.

"What about you?"

"Were you hired by my father to take me back?"

"Yes. "But we didn't expect such a fierce resistance at first, even for a rebellious teenager," said the young warlock. He looked around and said slowly.

Laurie didn't understand. But it didn't prevent him from understanding what the other party meant: "Of course I have a reason." ”

"I'm listening. The black-haired, black-eyed warlock said.

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As soon as Missing Feet left their underground temple, he took off his velvet robe and turned it over— It had suddenly become a very common, pale brown velvet robe, and he put it on, then removed his silver bracelet and erased the senior priest's emblem of Ciric on his forehead, so that he looked like an ordinary, hard-working businessman, neither a terrible assassin nor a priest of a formidable conspiracy god, though he was eager to give the stupid people a good scare before leaving here, but considering that he might return to "lack a foot" He still regretfully gave up this idea.

In the next moment, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

On the road leading to the city, someone was waiting for him—about three priests dressed in the gold-rimmed white robes of Rosada stood quietly in the dew-drenched grass, flanked by an elf armed with a bow and arrow.