In the tavern, a guest in a black robe pushed the door in.

"Boss, ask for a glass of the strongest wine.." The voice under the black robe was a little old, but calm and imposing.

Rather than the noisy, filthy, smelly taverns of all sorts of pornography and the smell of sweat of adventurers and mercenaries, it was quiet and laid-back, with the occasional visit from nobles and gentlemen.

The boss glanced at the guest, and Mari poured him a glass of amber spirits, kindly reminding, "Sam is never short of spirits, but watch out your stomach and don't let it burn through..."

"Hmph.." The guest snorted and did not speak, but simply picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"One more drink.."

The boss was slightly startled, and couldn't help but praise: "The amount of wine is good, stranger.."

The black-robed guest did not answer, but knocked his wine glass on the table.

"Hurry up.."

The boss filled him with another glass, still drinking it all in one gulp.

"Again.."

..

The black-robed guest had been drinking five or six glasses, and finally stopped his crazy actions, and he finally asked for one, took it in his hand and began to drink.

"Your wine, indeed, is good.." The guest burped with satisfaction, and his voice was starting to get a little drunk.

"You've got a good amount of alcohol!" the boss gave him a thumbs up.

"Haha.." The two laughed heartily, and in the tavern, you can always find a friend with the right appetite very quickly.

Of course, there are also people who don't like the eye...

"Is it really that good?" the black-robed guest and the bar owner were chatting happily, when suddenly a voice interjected from the side, and then a slender white palm tapped on the old wooden bar: "Then bring me a drink too."

The two subconsciously turned their heads to look, and what appeared in the field of vision was a handsome young man, with dark blonde hair, delicate facial features, a blood diamond inlaid on the left earlobe, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and elegant manners, just like a noble young master who sneaked out.

The black-robed man turned his face away, obviously he didn't like such a drinking friend.

"Guest, this isn't your average liquor, you probably won't be able to drink it." A kind reminder from the owner.

"I haven't drunk it, how do you know I can't drink it.." The handsome young man knocked impatiently on the table, urging the boss to hurry up.

The boss had no choice but to pour him a small glass.

The black-robed man glanced at this side, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, the liquor he could drink was not drunk by everyone, he could already imagine the next scene of the young man's ugliness.

However, to his surprise, the handsome young man did not react at all until he drank the wine in the cup.

The black-robed man was slightly surprised, but the young man slowly frowned and said, "It's really not an ordinary spirit."

The barkeeper had a smug smile on his face: "Of course, this is the strongest liquor in Mingtburg, but you're also very good."

Without waiting for the boss to finish speaking, the young man added slowly: "This is much worse than ordinary spirits. It's like being mixed with horse urine.."

"You.." The bar owner's tone was stunned, and his face turned cold, "This guest, this guest is not welcome here.."

"Bang.." Before he could finish speaking, the bar owner had already flown out, bumped into countless bottles behind him, and collapsed to the ground. His chest was sunken in a large chunk, blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth, and he was clearly dead.

There was a scream in the bar, and the black-robed man slowly stood up, looked at the young man in front of him, and said word by word, "You are coming for me.."

"I thought you were drunk?" the young man chuckled, "Mr. Montoya. ”

The temperament around the black-robed man quickly cooled, and he took off the hat on his head, revealing an old and rugged face, which was full of anger and coldness at the moment.

"Who are you, who have been following me?" Montoya said coldly.

Carlo just smiled, as a great demon, with Montoya's name and knowing that the other person was in the castle, Carlo could easily find him.

Seeing that Carlo didn't mean to answer, Montoya looked at the people around who were looking at them and said, "No matter who you are or what your purpose is, we have to change places."

"No need.."

Carlo waved his hand, and the tavern door slammed shut, and before everyone could react, Carlo had already removed the blood diamond from his earlobe and threw it at the crowd.

The Blood Diamond slowly grew in size in midair, turning into a disgusting and ugly bug that swooped into the body of the nearest man.

The man's eyes widened instantly, and before he could scream, his body had expanded rapidly, and then exploded into a ball of blood.

The bar was filled with shrill screams, and the crowd was in an uproar, as well as a "buzzing" sound in the air, which grew louder and louder, along with countless blood-red bugs.

The small bar was darkened by the swarm, which fell on a person's body, and began to bite and gnaw at it.

"What are you doing?!" Montoya's eyes cracked, "Totemists are not allowed to shoot at civilians at will."

Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he lost his voice: "You are a member of the Dark Demon God Sect?!"

Carlo sighed and said, "Just as I am... Mr. Montoya, aren't you going to do it yet?"

The last sentence is inaudible: "Let me see what the Fire Emblem Totem Master looks like..."

Montoya's eyes flashed, and she ripped open the robe on her chest, revealing a tattoo of a rising flame.

The glow of red flashed, and a flaming red bird appeared in front of Carlo.

Carlo's eyes sparkled.

He felt a glimmer of Terraria's power, but it wasn't evil, only pure fire.

Montoya's totem is a flamingo, with red feathers, long beaks, and flames burning on every feather, and a scorching air flow sweeping across the field, this is the totem power of the three types, almost indistinguishable from legendary creatures.

The totemic light on Montoya's body was also extremely powerful, and the red barrier was filled with flames, making him look like a god who had come out of a myth.

Compared with ordinary people, the three-type totem master is also a high-level three-type totemist, and he is indeed no different from a god.

Carlo's eyes flashed with excitement, and when Montoya fully unfolded the totem, his sense of Terraria's power became even stronger.

Montoya's totem carries the will of a "dark" flame, violent, powerful, and full of destructive power.

That's one of the purposes for which he came to this plane.

Carlo laughed, Montoya's eyes flashed with anger, and the flamingo totem above his head let out a long roar, aiming at Carlo, and a powerful pillar of fire erupted from his mouth, and in the tavern, the heat wave was rolling.

In the face of the attack of the pillar of fire, Carlo didn't care at all, he waved his big hand, and countless blood-colored demon insects flew on the ground, buzzing towards the pillar of fire.

Under the demon worms, all the civilians who had struggled and screamed had been gnawed clean, leaving not even a bit of minced meat.