"Babbitt, did you survive eating jackal droppings?

Carlo saw the man who was scolding the bearded mercenary, with a thick neck and a short stature, and he also looked like a rude mercenary.

The two of them choked for a while, then sat back in their seats, ordered ale, and poured it into their mouths.

"Babbitt, have you found the whereabouts of Princess Sophia?"

Someone asked the bearded mercenary loudly.

Babbitt slammed his glass on the bar, wiped the foam from his beard, and replied, "To hell, our delicate flower of the kingdom may have already entered the belly of the beast." ”

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, Princess Sophia has been baptized with the light. No beast dared to bare its teeth at her. ”

"Tsk, Holy Light bless. Sophia died in the Lost Forest, and our million gold coins were lost. ”

Babbitt slapped the table in annoyance and scolded, "Damn, don't mention that million." Because of this million, I just have three brothers died. ”

"The Lost Forest is dwarven territory, and those guys aren't easy to mess with. Look away, my brother. ”

His companions comforted Babbitt.

Carlo stood in the corner and learned an interesting thing through the conversation of the mercenaries, the princess of this kingdom seems to have been lost in the lost forest outside the small city for some reason, the king loves his daughter, and offers a reward of one million gold coins to beg the warriors to find the princess, but unfortunately, there has been no progress so far.

Carlo listened to it almost, and when the mercenaries began to turn to all sorts of pornographic jokes, he strode to the bar and asked for a glass of ale.

The pleasant sound of the "ding" gold coin falling on the table made everyone can't help but look back.

The mercenaries stared greedily at the yellow gold coin on the shabby oak table, like a hungry jackal in the wilderness seeing carrion.

When they noticed that the owner of the coin was a young-faced, frail teenager, this greed began to rise to another level.

Someone can't help but move.

"This fat sheep is the first thing I took a look at. ”

"Hmph, there's no one's name on the gold coin. ”

Blood-licking mercenaries sometimes don't mind working as bandits at all.

The young man, who was regarded as a fat sheep by everyone, seemed to be unaware of it, and he loudly urged the bartender to hurry up.

The playful bar placed a large glass full of ale in front of the boy, who took a sip and coughed violently.

"Hell, what is this, horse pee?"

The boy cried out angrily.

"Haha. The mercenaries laughed.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, Babbitt was the first to walk up to the young man, raised his eyebrows and said: "Boy, you just stole my money bag at the city gate, and you dare to appear in front of me again, you are really not afraid of death." ”

"Phew. The rest of the people secretly scolded Babbitt for being shameless, how did it become his money bag, it was clearly everyone's money bag.

"Damn bearded, who stole your purse?!" the framed boy looked a little annoyed, and he pulled a large black pocket out of his bosom and threw it on the bar.

The black pockets leaked open, and the large golden swelling stunned the mercenaries' eyes.

"Have you ever seen so much money?, young master, I'll steal your money?!"

Babbitt's eyes were filled with greed, and he reached out and grabbed the money bag.

"Stinky boy, I said you stole it, you stole it. ”

The boy didn't mean to stop Babbitt's move at all, but looked at it with a smile.

"Are you sure this bag of gold is yours?"

"Nonsense. Babbitt grabbed the money bag and sneered: "Not only the gold coins are mine, but even you are mine." Boy, I'm going to sell you to the Earl's Court as a rabbit!haha!"

Babbitt laughed wildly, and suddenly, the laughter turned into a panicked scream: "Hell, what is this?"

Babbitt threw the money bag out of his hand, only to see that the original yellow gold coins disappeared, and countless black snakes scrambled out of the bag and roamed freely on the floor of the bar.

"Snake, where did the snake come from!"

The mercenaries were shocked, picked up the weapons on their waists and avoided them, and there was chaos in the bar.

Only one voice could be heard clearly in the midst of the commotion.

"Talia, please close the door. ”

...

The screams from the mercenary bar rang out for half an hour, and everyone stayed away.

Those damn mercenaries must have drunk too much and made trouble again.

Everyone was scolding in their hearts, but today's situation seemed to be a little different.

Not a single person came out of the bar for half an hour, only the strong smell of blood, which could be smelled from two streets.

Finally, after the bar had fallen silent, someone dared to take a closer look.

"Smack", the door of the bar was pushed open from the inside first.

A bloodstained burly figure appeared in front of the visitor.

"Babbitt .. You.. You should go to the pastor. The visitor stammered.

Babbitt's current appearance is too terrifying, his head is half missing, his brain slides down his left cheek all the way to his neck, and there is hardly a piece of good meat on his body, all the marks of being bitten and scratched by wild beasts.

But it was a miracle that he was still able to stand upright after being so badly injured.

The visitor was frightened and was about to retreat in a trembling state, but was grabbed by Babbitt's outstretched hand.

"Uh.." Dumbott, whose eyes were glazed, opened his mouth wide and slowly bit down on the neck of the visitor.

"Babbitt .. Babbitt.. What do you want.. Ahh

The screams rang out, as if a sonata of flesh and blood had been played.

Countless pairs of large hands stretched out from the bar, and the poor people were dismembered and eaten.

Passers-by screamed and fled, panic spreading through the town.

Carlo and Talia stood on the roof of the bar, looking condescendingly at the ghouls coming out.

"Let the darkness give you more strength, my servants. ”

Carlo chanted in a low voice, and the shadows behind him seemed to be slowly expanding, so that even the sunlight could not shine in.

When the shadow covers the ghouls below, the ghouls seem to be refreshed, their strength and speed increase, and their efficiency at swooping down on passers-by is greatly increased.

Carlo stared at the rising experience and evil value, a little delighted, but sighed regretfully: "The primary ghoul technique is still too weak, and the power of the ghouls can only be kept less than half of what they were in life, I am afraid that as long as a team of well-trained human soldiers, they can all be wiped out." ”

However, with the blessing of his "Dark Invasion", the mercenary ghouls in the tavern are enough to entangle enough strength before the town guards can react, and with his own side fueling the trouble, it should be no problem to eat this small city.

However, Carlo still thought that the harvest was too slow.

"It would be nice to meet a charismatic child. ”

Carlo smacked his mouth, as if savoring something.