"Who the hell is this man?" asked Mihart.

Without going through the magic cultivation of any faction, the magical energy in the body already has magical attributes? There is still no one before or since, this is the only one? At least Mihart has never seen a record of it in a book.

Agnites' gaze wandered a little, drifted to the other corner of the hall, paused for a moment, and then quickly retracted, with a grim expression, and said: "This person, I'm afraid that everyone knows about the entire Tamriel continent, and everyone knows it! Because this continent is named after his surname." ”

The continent of Tamriel is named after this person's surname?

In ancient times, to be precise, before the great war between the descendants of the three clans of the ancestors and their ancestors who went south, this continent originally had no name, and people just called it "this land" or "this continent". Later, for whatever reason, the coalition of the ancestors eventually emerged victorious. The leader of the coalition of the ancestors, he unified the land and named it "Tamriel Continent" after his surname. And this person is none other than the Founding High King of the Empire, His Majesty Timriel I Christ Arthur!

Before he could speak, Aninotes looked at him with an incredible expression and preemptively said, "It is this majesty who is born with magical energy with magical attributes. What's more, what's even more amazing is that the magical attributes attached to the magical energy in this majesty's body are not known to exist!"

Mihart couldn't help but change color, and said, "It doesn't belong to any of the knowns, what kind of magical properties are there, and how do you know these things?"

Aninotes smiled and said, "Well, I learned about this from my teacher. The teacher kept a lot of ancient anti-magical texts, and once on a whim, I asked her a question about magical talents, and she brought me a copy of the materials. When I read it, I was shocked. ”

Hearing this, Mihart couldn't help but have doubts about the record of the "General History of the Empire". According to historical records, although the alliance between the Duosai and the ancestors was in full swing and difficult to solve, the coalition was tired and demoralized, but the Duo Saikers had a great advantage, and finally ended up in a reconciled ending.

You must know that the Duosaik people went south to seek the survival of the race, and this great war can be described as the battle for the survival of the Duosaik, but they obviously had the upper hand in the war, why didn't they call themselves kings and emperors?

What vague words such as "the Duosec people were originally kind-hearted and peace-loving, and His Majesty Chris Arthur is extraordinary", Mihat did not believe in it in the first place. Now that I know the peculiarity of His Majesty Chris Arthur's magical ability, I guess that there must be some kind of faint connection between the two, and this history should also have secrets that no one knows!

Mishart was about to dig deeper, but the troubadour's singing suddenly stopped, and the guests who were talking and laughing with each other were silent, and I couldn't help feeling strange in my heart, and just as I was wondering what was happening, a child's whispered cry came from behind him.

Mikhat looked up and saw a few dark-skinned, curly-haired people standing in the center of the hall, swearing and beating a skinny black-haired Imperial child. One of the women grabbed the child's braid and slapped it, knocking the child to the ground, while the other man made up for it with a heavy kick.

Seeing this, Mihart and Aninotes looked at each other, both frowning and sympathetic. Aninotes lowered his eyebrows, sighed, and explained to Mikhat, "That kid was caught trying to steal their money. It's just that this alien is so heavy, it's too much!"

This kid who committed theft probably hadn't eaten in a long time. When he hid in the kitchen just now, he was already hungry and almost fainting. The smile of everyone in the inn could not escape their own senses, and they were already aware of the little one's theft when the child slipped into the hall from the kitchen and hid under the table. It wasn't a big deal for the wealthy merchant to lose a little money, so he could have prevented a crime, but he still pretended not to know about it.

Aninotes thought to herself, seeing the child lying on the ground, vomiting blood from his mouth, but the Windspawn had no intention of giving up. His face was gloomy, his left hand was tucked into a wide sleeve, his fingers were lightly hooked, and he was able to read something in his mouth......

What the hell is wrong with these people in the inn? Why do you all choose to stand by and watch? Why are you all silent and afraid to stop it? Where is your compassion gone? Why are you all standing behind so many Duosaik warriors?

Mihat looked at the guests in the inn with a deep disappointment in his eyes. He suddenly remembered what his father had said in the battle between Dalanier and Soldak—

"Duosaik warriors, they were born to protect others, not to be protected by others!"

Yes, Duosaik warriors, they were born to protect others!

Thinking of this, Mihat's heart did not know where great courage welled up, and his head suddenly became hot, and he stood up at once, and shouted at the group of aliens: "Let him go." ”

The moment Mihart stood up, the only trace of reason left in his heart told him that he was probably not the opponent of the Wind Descendants, and the words he spoke were inevitably a little lacking in confidence, and his voice was much quieter. However, the indifference in his voice and the involuntary firmness still clearly reached the ears of everyone in the Sleeping Dryad Inn.

The crowd turned their heads in the direction from which the voice came, and saw that in the northwest corner of the hall, there stood a golden-haired Duo Saik boy, with angry eyes, his head held high, and he stretched out his right hand to point at the little hairy thief who was lifted in the air.

The onlookers saw that someone had become a bird, and finally spoke out to dissuade them.

"Forget it, if you keep fighting, you will die. ”

"Leave this kid alone. ”

"yes, this kid is quite pitiful. ”

"He must be hungry to steal. ”

......

Hmph, what a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky! Seeing that he is wearing leather armor and a short sword hanging from his belt, he should be a person who practices martial arts. It's just that a kid who has not dried up has studied martial arts for a few years, and if he wants to stop us, it is definitely a big joke!

The Wind-Descendant merchants smiled contemptuously, and were even more determined to teach this little thief a hard lesson, even if they didn't beat him to death, then at least they had to break his two legs in order to relieve their hatred!

In front of everyone's eyes, Mishart was disgraced, and his heart was even more annoyed, and even the last shred of reason was pressed to the bottom of his heart by the monstrous anger! He casually grabbed his half-drunk cup of upright root milk tea from the table, and threw it at the wind-descended man who was grabbing Ai Yusen's collar without hesitation!

"Boom!"

The wooden cup slashed in an almost straight arc in the air, and with the milk tea swaying, it accurately hit the back of the wind-descended man's head!

The crowd exclaimed.

This Duosaik boy is so bold! Looking at his appearance, he seems to have a little ability, but in the face of these Wind Descendants, I'm afraid he will end up like that little thief!

Deathly silence, a second, two seconds...... Ten seconds.

Finally, the man threw Ai Yusen on the ground, wiped his eyes blurred by milk tea with his hand, and saw that it was the cup thrown by Mihat. A few people were furious in their hearts, they had been doing business in major cities for so many years, relying on their strong martial arts, most of them were obedient and didn't dare to offend a word. Today, I met such a kid who didn't know whether to live or die, not only made a speech, but also dared to throw a cup and stain his head and face.

This, this is simply a great shame!

Several of them had been drunk before, and with the strength of the wine, they all pulled out the scimitars at their waists and rushed towards Mihat, eager to dismantle this hateful boy at once!

Where did the onlookers dare to stop them, they got up one after another and got out of the way.

The man at the head knocked over three tables, and in a blink of an eye, he ran in front of Mihat, and the sharp-edged scimitar slashed down at him!

Mihart dodged to his left side, and at the same time, his right hand drew his short sword with the force of his bent waist, and looked at the wrist of the wind-descended man, and quickly slashed upward!

The angle of Mihart's sword was extremely tricky, and the man couldn't help but let out a "huh" in surprise. But the strong martial arts of the Wind Spawn people are also worthy of the name, I saw that the scimitar blade turned, and in the process of slashing, it drew a small arc, cleverly avoiding the short sword that Mihart slashed upwards, and slashed towards the left side of his body!

Mikhat didn't expect his sword to hurt the opponent, he was just delaying the speed of the opponent's scimitar and creating an opportunity for himself to counterattack. However, he didn't expect the Windspawn to be so skilled in using the scimitar, not only cracking his feint attack with ease, but also attacking from his left side in the blink of an eye.

In desperation, Mihart could only lower his body again and dodge to the right.

The man slashed at the table, and with a "bang", the poor table was immediately split in half, and the cups and plates on the table toppled over and fell to the ground. Seeing that the other party's knife missed, Mihart wanted to take the opportunity to fight back, but the top of his head and the right armpit were two other people swinging knives at the same time, and he was about to dodge, but he suddenly realized in his heart that Aninotes was still sitting on the other side of the table!

If these two swords were dodged by himself, then what would Aninotes dodge? Although he had not yet seen the skills of this little magician, the magician was close to the samurai, unless he was a high-level magician with high mana, otherwise, he would not have any ability to protect himself!

Mihat's heart was horizontal, and he turned around on the spot, bent his legs slightly, and held his sword in both hands to block upward. The scimitar above his head and the short sword made a deafening crash, but he could no longer move down for half a minute, and the scimitar from the right slashed at Mihart's back, but it was also blocked by the iron shield on his back, and did not hurt the flesh. However, the offensive power of this upper and right is also very great, Mihat's center of gravity is unstable, and his left foot is a step on the ground, so he barely falls.

In a hurry, he found that the stool in front of him was empty, and Aninotes had long since disappeared!

Where did this little magician run away? Could it be that he left himself and ran away alone?

At the moment when Mihart lost his mind, the three scimitars slashed almost at the same time, firmly locking the left, right, and upper directions of his body!

Mihart was startled and quickly rolled backwards twice in a row before he was able to save the day. Looking at it closely, the five people on the other side had already faintly formed a situation of encirclement, and without waiting for themselves to stand up from the ground, they rushed over again!

Alas, outnumbered and back-to-back, this uneven hero is really not good...... Aninotes had only known him for less than two hours, and it was not certain whether he had the ability to protect himself or not, so he had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape...... Alas, if only my father were here...... The five people on the other side may be able to kill themselves with this charge!

A hint of absoluteness flashed in Mihart's eyes, and he immediately abandoned all the distractions in his heart. The knuckles of the fingers of his right hand holding the sword turned white, and he stared intently at the five glittering scimitars, because he knew that if he showed the slightest flaw, he would immediately be in a different place!

The five of them rushed to Mikhat almost in a breath, but something strange happened—the running movements of the five people suddenly stopped, and they seemed to have hit an invisible copper wall, and they were immediately bounced back and fell to the ground in unison!

Mihart seized the opportunity, immediately stood up, and retreated into a corner, narrowing as far as possible his possible attack. When he calmed down a little, he immediately reacted, it must have been the little magician who made a move! It turned out that he hadn't abandoned himself!

Sure enough, at a table in the distance, there was a young man with colorful hair, he held his hands in front of his chest, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, who was not Aninotes?

Immediately afterwards, down the stairs leading to the second floor, a gloomy "Aninotes", with his hands on his hips, stared straight at the five wind-born people who were getting up from the ground, and finally, from the kitchen of the inn, there was also an "Aninotes", and this "Aninotes" was still holding a honey apple in his hand, and he was gnawing on the red honey apple in his hand as he walked, with an expression of enjoyment!

Most of the onlookers were residents of this white city, and they all knew Aninotes, and naturally they all knew that he was a senior disciple of the chief magician of the palace, Master Mihuo, and seeing him use his magic, he immediately made the five Fengzi people who they didn't like but didn't dare to come forward to teach them a lesson, and they all cast gloating glances at the five people.

Just now, the five of them had no defense, and Aninotes, who was hidden in the shadows, used magic to slap his hand, and his face was painful, but it was absolutely impossible for them to retreat at this point! The five people quickly stood up from the ground, and watched the four "Aninotes" walk out of various places in the inn, and immediately turned back to back, forming a circle, and the scimitar in their hands was still bright!

The onlookers took a few steps back, leaving the center of the hall to these seven people, and they couldn't help but feel a little excited in their hearts, these five aliens had encountered an unpredictable magician, and it was definitely a shocking battle. That young Duo Saik kid, looking at his tricky swordsmanship and sharp body skills just now, is not an idle person. I'm really lucky today, I'm sure I'll be able to feast my eyes later!

The four "Aninotes" took a step forward together, throwing away the cup in their hands and eating a small half of an apple. Their eyes were as fierce as a poisonous snake, one pointed to Mihat leaning against the corner, the other pointed to Ai Yusen who was unconscious on the ground, and the tone of the four was as cold as frost in an instant, and at the same time said slowly:

"If anyone dares to lift a finger against them, you are ready to collect his body. ”