The mercenaries in the Golden Ivory Tavern, snorting with wine and yellow teeth, mocked Downton with impunity, and in their eyes were a lowly wretched worm.

Whether it is identity, equipment, and strength, there is no possibility of Downton reversing, everyone can Yujian, and later this teenager will be trampled on the ground like a dead dog, and ravaged fiercely.

Little Grandet was like a general who had captured the enemy's ranks, with his chin raised in a swaggering manner, and looked down on Downton with the same abomination as his doglegs.

Downton gripped the handle of the axe that tore the dragon's tooth tightly, and was about to cut down the hound on the dining table, he had endured it for too long so as not to lose his job, to save his sister Elaine's tuition.

"Don't be impulsive!" the minotaur grabbed Downton's wrist and yelled, "You have to think clearly, if you cut this axe, your life may go another way!"

"Bah, cut me, does he have the guts?" said little Grande, gesturing to the ground, "if you kneel down and kowtow, I can forgive you for your offense to me." ”

"Let go of me!" Downton's voice cooled, like a cold snap.

"Calm down!" Barak felt Downton's muscles tighten, and he was exerting force, he wasn't talking big, if he hadn't pressed himself, he would have cut down this bastard.

"What's going on?' put on an opera?" Melissa pushed through the crowd and walked over, "Little Grande, I didn't know you had this talent!"

Listening to the compliments of the beautiful woman, little Grande became more proud, but he was no longer angry, but tried to put on a gentlemanly posture, "As long as I want, I can learn anything quickly." ”

The mercenaries' shouts also decreased, and their eyes fell on Melissa, greedy like a wild boar.

Melissa, who was wearing a low-cut dress, didn't care about those sights at all, and generously stroked her slightly curly wavy long hair, white and slender neck, and tall posture, making her stand out like a white swan.

The dancers on the high platform were immediately compared, even if they were scantily dressed, they could not draw back the attention of the mercenaries.

Melissa is like a succubus from the abyss, and every gesture is full of lust, which makes men want to press her on their bodies.

"Downton, you haven't been to the post office for a while, are you worried that Ballmer idiot will take revenge on you?" Melissa smiled, "Don't worry, sister is protecting you." ”

Downton frowned slightly, not understanding what Melissa meant.

"Hey, get down on your knees, didn't you hear?" Little Grandet was dissatisfied with Melissa talking to Downton, and snarled at him.

"Give me a favor, how about letting him go?"

Melissa's eyes fluttered, and she threw little Grandet a wink, which immediately made him tremble, as if his whole body had been electrified, and he felt that his heart was beating faster without fighting.

"Okay, for Melissa's sake, Downton, I'll let you go this time, but you can't use the nickname of the Fox of the West anymore, or I'll break your front teeth next time!" Little Grandet turned to Melissa with a smile as if he had lost a rag, and turned to Melissa with a smile, bent over, put his right hand on his chest, and made an inviting gesture, "May I invite you to dinner?"

There are many opportunities to clean up Downton, but there are not many opportunities to talk to Melissa, this woman seems to be undisciplined, like a slut, but she has never heard of a man who has ever slept with her.

"If I conquer her, won't I envy all the men in Dead Morning Mist?" little Grandet dreamed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously grinned, but fortunately he was not stupid enough to laugh out loud.

"Let's go!" the minotaur pulled Downton.

"How does it feel to be smashed on a plate and spilled soup all over your face?" Downton stood up and waved his right hand violently, "Let go of me!"

Barak was about to persuade again, but looking at Downton's cold and disappointed gaze, a disdainful tone echoed in his ears, his hand froze, and he subconsciously let go of Downton.

"Little Grande, aren't you going to break my front teeth, don't wait for next time, just settle it here!"

Downton didn't know that Melissa Weishenme was helping him, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that if he left like this today, it would become a stain that he couldn't erase for the rest of his life.

"Downton, what's your nerves?" said Melissa, stunned, and then her voice became stern, complaining that he didn't know what to do.

Unable to see a fight, the mercenaries are still complaining, who knows that the situation will suddenly turn around.

"Is this guy sick in the brain? Civilian miscellaneous fish actually challenged a demon in an ogre suit, it's no wonder if he wasn't beaten into a dead dog!"

"People may be masochists, can you handle it?"

"Melissa, that kid is not your lover, what does he do?

The mercenaries were noisy and familiar with private fights with taverns, and some had even set up a gamble and started to bet, but they didn't think Downton would win at all, so they bet on him to lose in a few seconds.

"Go, press a hundred gold coins, and bet me to kill him in ten seconds!" Little Grandet commanded the servant, looking at Melissa, "wait for me for five minutes." ”

Melissa saw that Downton didn't look at her at all, and pulled out a tomahawk from under the table, she knew that a private fight could not be avoided, snorted, and turned to leave.

The mercenaries followed Downton and Little Grandet out of the tavern and gathered around the street, and the townspeople found that there was a bustle to see, and they all gathered.

In the blink of an eye, the long street was already surrounded by water.

In the first duel, surrounded by so many people, Downton was inevitably a little nervous, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Calm down as soon as you can, think about tactics!" Downton took a deep breath, muttering to himself as he walked to the horse stake erected outside the tavern.

The Black Emperor's reins were tied to it, and since one-handed swords and shields were not valuable, Downton only brought the Torn Dragon's Tooth and a backpack into the tavern.

"The tomahawk is too heavy, you need to change weapons. "The Minotaur could see that the quality of the torn dragon tooth was better, but the weight was too large to wield, and it would be a loss.

"I know. "Downton doesn't have the habit of activating the power of giants and lifting his hole cards as soon as he comes up, he wants to see his true strength.

"Can you hurry up?"

Little Grandet urged him, but he was not in a hurry, for he enjoyed the thrill of all eyes and made him feel like a triumphant hero.

"Help me hold it, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have ridiculed you!" Downton took the bracelet, handed the battle axe to Barak, held the shield in his left hand, and clenched the one-handed sword in his right hand, and walked to the middle of the long street, "I understand your difficulties, since you don't dare to do it, then I will help you get back the humiliation you have suffered!"

The Minotaur, who originally wanted to tell Downton to be careful, heard this, his heart was sour, and the corners of his eyes moistened, with Barak's combat power, even if a hundred small Grande were on it together, he could overturn it, but for the sake of the tribe, he could only endure it.

Looking at Downton on the other side, little Grandet didn't take him seriously at all.

With that, two translucent balls emerged, fist-sized, pure white, revolving around the little Grande.

This thing is too sassy, and the shield is activated before the battle has even begun.

"In ten seconds, I'll blow you up!" Little Grande shouted loudly with his sword raised and pointed at Downton, he felt that his current appearance must be a cool mess, comparable to a colorful dragon.

Downton's answer was simple, his right hand was raised, and Hercules was brilliant, and a handful of golden spots of light sprinkled on his head like quicksand.

Liliang is all over the body.

"A paladin?"

The audience was in an uproar, almost bursting their eyes, but I didn't expect this episode.

"No wonder you dare to argue with me, it turned out that you became a demon, but there is a fart? I am the peak of the second order of the soul, and I will beat you ten in one breath without sweating. ”

Little Grandet despised it, and then pounced.

I have to say that although Little Grande is a scumbag, but after all, he is a magician, this sprint, the speed is very fast, showing the explosive power of Lianghaode, and under the strong and confident situation, the one-handed sword that slashed at Downton's neck is also very stable and ruthless.

Downton's left hand raised slightly to block it.

Bells, swords and shields slammed, making a screeching sound, followed by a second blow.

"Hurricane Strike!"

Well, the long sword slashed at the shield with a fierce momentum, and Downton's arm was a little numb.

"Too weak! too weak! too weak!"

Little Grandet roared, completely treating this private fight as his exhibition match, in his opinion, Downton was a miscellaneous fish, so he didn't calculate the rational use of magic energy at all, all he needed was to kill him in one go.

Downton held his shield on his head, and under the swift blow, he kept retreating.

The audience booed, and some of the mercenaries and civilians even raised their arms high, clenched their fists, stretched out their thumbs, and then waved them fiercely.

"Attack, attack, attack!"

Downton's response was boring to the onlookers, and they needed a good duel, not an ugly defence.

The Minotaur began to regret that he didn't hold Downton just now, and the gap between the two was too big, and Downton had no chance of winning at all.

"You seem to be interested in the postman?" said Liszt, dressed in a splendid aristocratic robe, and walked up to Melissa.

"Mayor Mare's son is also interested in this kind of duel?" Melissa complimented the eighteen-year-old, his father, but the most powerful man in Morningmist Town.

"Two stray fish for grandstanding. Liszt was very disdainful, "That postman is lost, the gap in equipment, experience, and rank, he does not have an advantage, and this duel is destined to become a shadow for his life." ”

"Of course, they're not as good as you!" Melissa complimented the man beside her, but her gaze swept over Downton's left hand, and on his index finger, there was a ring.

A ring of a similar style, Melissa had seen on the finger of an unattainable mysterious man, otherwise she would not have bothered to care whether Downton lived or died.

"Maybe I'm mistaken?" Melissa tried to remember, but a few years ago, as she was, she couldn't get close to the big man at all, and only glanced at it from a distance, because as a woman, out of her love for fine jewelry, she had a slight impression

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