In the sound of falling stones, the demonic beast that the firebird hit was instantly ignited, burning into a ball of fire, screaming miserably, rolling frantically on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

Swish!

After igniting the demonic beast, the firebird pounced on the next one, and an orange-red flame erupted directly from the bird's beak, engulfing it completely.

The scorching heat spread rapidly, the floor was visibly melted, and the tavern was as hot as an iron furnace.

The mercenaries' faces turned pale, and they were glad that they ran fast enough, otherwise they would definitely turn into a pile of black ashes.

"It's a firebird!"

"Sure enough, it's a super beast, it's too powerful!"

"This kid's luck is too good, isn't it? You can even get this kind of demon servant?"

Seeing that as soon as the firebird appeared, it burned the three-headed demonic beast to death in the blink of an eye, suppressing the battle situation, and the mercenaries' eyes turned red with envy and jealousy.

In fact, their rank is too low, and their knowledge is too little, although there are ten ruling levels in this group of guards, but their strength is also an ordinary level, so naturally they can't catch any high-level demon servants, although the strength of the firebird has been greatly reduced, but it is still no problem to bombard these miscellaneous fish.

The middle-aged man's servant was a water newt, the size of a rhinoceros, which was more difficult to deal with, and in a hoarse howl, it raised its head, opened its big mouth, and sprayed gray water bombs.

Bang! Bang!

The water bomb chased after the firebird's tail, piercing the ceiling of the tavern, and the fiery red sunset penetrated through.

Zira!

These water bombs also have a strong corrosive effect, burning all the rock walls, and a few of them landed among the mercenaries, making them cry in pain.

The firebird attacked quickly and stopped the newt, otherwise the ghouls would have lost a large area.

Quasimodo cleans up the common guards. Thyssen looked down on them and went straight to the captain of the guard, he actually wanted to hit the middle-aged man, but unfortunately he was preempted by Rosicky.

"You're a Death Knight?"

Looking at the purple aura at Rosicky's feet, the middle-aged man frowned, the other party's martial arts skills were not only solid. Moreover, his attack power is extremely strong, coupled with the assistance of several dark divine arts, he, a powerhouse of the sixth order, actually can't take down his opponent for a while.

"Your master is dying!" Rosicky was a combat genius, not only attacking with all his might, but also firing his mouth cannon to distract the middle-aged man.

As the former heir to the king, he was a Templar, but he never played any chivalry, as he had seen too much darkness. Doing so will only make you die faster.

"Boy, do you know who he is? kill him, and the entire Morning Mist Town will have to be buried with him!"

Watching Downton beat the young man with a fat beating, the middle-aged man's eyes were split, if he died, he would be finished.

Downton didn't care, grabbing the young man's collar with his left hand. The right hand pounded with a fist.

Blood splattered, spilling all over Downton's face, hands, and clothes.

The youth's entire cheeks were already distorted. The bridge of his nose and mouth collapsed, and he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't speak at all, and he vomited blood foam in one mouth, which was so miserable that people couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Master, do you want to release them?"

Jackson just left to call people. Bring back two Demon Servant Badges, which are inhabited by Di Maria and the Bone Dragon, and if they appear, they will kill these people in every way.

"No!" Downton glared at Jackson, his worst hole card. If it is exposed, how can they fight against the Duke of the West? Even if they are stupid, they will think of countermeasures.

The battle between the firebird and the newt was so hot that the guards and Krupp had to retreat to the long street.

The only people who dared to fight in the tavern were Rosicky, the middle-aged man, and Thyssen and the captain of the guard, who wanted to rescue their master, but were unfortunately stopped by death.

The boss stood on the long street, watching the tavern collapse, except for a bitter face, he didn't even dare to let out a fart, and he couldn't afford to provoke either of the two votes fighting inside.

The commotion was so big that the townspeople had already heard the movement and ran out to watch.

The young dancer did not run away for the rest of her life, but stood on a bucket and loudly preached the bad deeds of the youth.

As soon as the tax was tripled, the expressions of the townspeople changed.

These people have heard it, and if they don't believe it, ask them. The dancer pointed casually and appealed hoarsely, "Mayor Downton is fighting for us, but the Duke of the Westside wants to remove him from his position, and they just want to take away the last copper plate in our money bags." ”

The townsfolk were indignant, and some picked up rocks and smashed them at the guards who were fighting the undead.

Bang!

The captain of the guard fell out of the tavern, covered in dirt, and had an arrow stuck in his thigh, apparently from Jackson's sneak attack.

Soon, as the tavern burst into flames, the middle-aged man also retreated, and he tried to rescue him several times, but Rosicky couldn't get rid of it.

"It's time to learn some dark magic from Master Homer. Rosicky looked at his own shortcomings, he didn't have a demon servant yet, otherwise he would have almost solved the battle.

Bang!

A wooden beam was scorched, overwhelmed, and fell, and some sparks were scraped out.

Bang!

The mercenaries were craned their necks to look inside, when the blackened body of the newt was thrown out of the tavern by the firebird and smashed into the long street with a thud, startling them.

"My servant!"

The middle-aged man vomited blood in distress, which he had worked so hard to catch, but now the corpse was emitting black smoke and emitting a strong scorching smell, and the dead could no longer die.

The firebird flew out and hovered in the air, no longer bothering to make a move, because the remaining monsters were being rounded up by the abominations, and there was no threat at all.

The onlookers raised their heads and were feeling the gorgeous and domineering appearance of the firebird, and as a result, a large snow-white falcon eagle cut through the sky and appeared in the field of vision.

"Another super beast?"

Before the mercenaries could react, a battle axe that shimmered with a blue glow suddenly spun and shot down like a meteor.

Rumble!

A demonic beast was cut in two, blood shot indiscriminately, and the tomahawk was embedded in the stone slab, reaching the handle.

"Downton's man?"

The mercenaries exclaimed.

The snow falcon shot down like lightning, and when it was still more than ten meters from the ground, a little Lori jumped down.

"It's a walnut!"

The townsfolk recognized the little girl who always followed Downton.

Hu Tao held the Frost Flower Dragon Lance. With a bang, it landed on a demonic beast, and by the way, it was nailed to death on the street.

"It's violent!"

Seeing Hu Tao exhale and raise his voice, pick up the dragon spear, and smash out the corpse of the demonic beast weighing hundreds of pounds, the mercenaries were dumbfounded. They felt that they couldn't even beat this little Lori.

The eyes of the middle-aged people and the guards were also jumping, almost popping out of their sockets, no way, the appearance of this violent Luo was really shocking.

"Hmph, I dare to come to Morning Mist Town to make trouble, and I want to hang you all. ”

After throwing a dragon lance and stabbing one of the guards to death, Hu Tao pulled out the battle axe and slashed out a bloody rain. Even if these guards were chosen by a thousand people, they were no match for her.

There was a cacophony of chatter all around, but it soon stopped as Downton dragged the half-beaten young man out of the tavern.

"Downton, you are so daring!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily, and his words were full of irony, seeing the young man being pulled by his hair, like a dead dog. He was shocked and angry, and his anger was full of smoke.

"Hmph. Messing around on my turf is what it ends like!"

Downton casually threw the young man out of the room.

He rolled down the steps, like a lost dog.

The captain of the guard saw that something was wrong, and gathered with his subordinates, and their faces were solemn, they didn't expect this group of dirt buns to be so good.

"Fart. You've been removed from your post and are no longer the mayor of Morningmist Town!"

The middle-aged man roared.

"Who has the right to remove me? Placido, let him die as far as he wants!" Downton exhaled, and his domineering declaration resounded over the town.

Hiss!

The whole street was filled with gasps, and the onlookers looked at Downton in shock, wondering if he had gone mad and dared to be disrespectful to the Duke of the West. He doesn't want to live, does he?

"What? do you have an opinion?" Downton's sharp gaze swept across the room, and everyone he saw lowered their heads and avoided his gaze, and no one dared to look at him.

The firebird returned to its original size, and with the Falcon Eagle, the two super beasts hovered in the air, adding a lot of momentum to Downton.

"I say it again, my territory, I'm in charge!" Downton shouted angrily, "Whoever dares to go wild here, I'll turn him into a dried corpse!"

Some of the timid townsfolk hid back in their homes, fearing that they would be implicated, knowing that the Duke of the Westside was very cruel, and that when he heard these words, he would definitely come to exterminate Downton.

Looking at those closed doors and windows, Downton did not have any surprises, he really had no advantage against the powerful Placido, and it was a fool's act to support himself now.

"Long live Mayor Downton!"

The young dancer shouted, and after what had just happened, she knew that no one cared about them poor civilians except Downton.

Some civilians looked left and right, and finally shouted out, these are people who have died of their relatives because of all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and they have long been dissatisfied with Placido.

"It's okay, it's not alone!"

Downton smiled, he actually doesn't need such a thing as public opinion, only by laying down the Western Frontier can he be qualified to talk about these things.

"Downton, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, just with this sentence, your whole family is dead, and the entire Morning Mist Town will be buried for you. The middle-aged man wanted to incite the townspeople, "Don't do it quickly, as long as you kill him, the Duke of the Westland will forgive you." ”

The middle-aged man wants to create chaos and take the opportunity to escape, otherwise he will definitely die here today.

"Annoying, kill him, and hang the body outside the town, by the way, as a sign of respect, remember to paint his stake red. Downton smiled and asked, "If you don't like red, you can pick one of your own!"

"Downton, I'm going to kill you!" The mocking middle-aged man pounced on Downton, trying to take him hostage and turn the tables, but unfortunately he didn't get close, and was stopped by Rosicky and Thyssen.

"Come on, Duke of the West, Lao Tzu is poor and white, just waiting to step on you and turn over!" Downton stood at the foot of the steps in front of the tavern, looking down at the middle-aged man below, this kind of enemy is no longer worthy of being his opponent. (To be continued......)