New era, almost in a short day, these three words swept the entire mortal world, even the dwarves living in the caves also knew the demise of the peak era, that is, the strong man at the peak of the mortal world has entered the long river of history with the war of the three empires, and the names that represent the extreme force have become lifeless names in the books, even the sword saint Simmel, who is known as a genius, finally left behind only a memorial monument that towers above the deep harbor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Damn, New Era, this idiot's name!" The noisy tavern fell silent for a moment with the angry voice of the mercenary Herman, and then returned to the noise, and the guests of the tavern knew that the old mercenary who called himself a mid-level warrior had begun to complain about the current affairs again, and they didn't know where the old mercenary had the audacity to call the Empress of the Violet Empire a fool.

"Hey, Herman, if you don't want to be thrown out, you'd better sit here as quietly as you used to, or I can't guarantee that your corpse will be hung from the trunk of a tree tomorrow and fed to the crows. The tavern keeper wiped the glass in his hand, not giving himself the same face as the old patron, and of course the tavern keeper hoped that the old mercenary Herman would never appear in his tavern, but obviously this was impossible, unless he also had a sharp knife at his waist.

"Ruble, you've really changed, I remember you weren't like this before, you used to be ....."

"Herman, damn old drunkard!" interrupted Herman as the tavernkeeper Ruble interrupted Herman, a hint of coldness overflowing from his cloudy eyes.

"Okay, okay, I know the new era, it's a damn time. Herman muttered under his breath, as if he were really drunk, but it was clear that his words had killed him.

A loud bang sounded on the table in front of Herman's eyes, and the noisy tavern fell into a rare calm, and the tavern owner Ruble stopped wiping his wine glass, and everyone knew that I was afraid that today's words of Ruble would be fulfilled in the old mercenary.

"Senku Herman, the junior mercenary of the Mercenary Society, right?"

"Ah, yes, it's me!" Herman blushed, his head still bowed, as if he was not surprised by the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Yes, then come with me. ”

"Where?"

"Needless to say, it's naturally Coldridge Prison. ”

Before the words could be spoken, the snow-white light of the knife had already swept through the noisy and dirty tavern, and the long knife on Herman's waist slashed at the neck of the visitor like thunder.

"Look for death!" shouted violently, the dancing sword light had already dissipated, and with just two slender fingers, the blade that the mercenary Herman was proud of had been firmly sandwiched between his fingers.

"Intermediate Warrior!" Boasting all day long, he didn't expect to really run into a mid-level warrior today, and the danger instantly occupied Herman's head surrounded by alcohol, "Big, my lord, I was just drunk, don't take it personally." ”

The old mercenary is worthy of being an old mercenary, and he is very important to his own life, after all, anything can have a second time, but life is only once.

"It's okay to get drunk, as long as you're Herman, the White Knight of the Ella Empire. ”

"You're really kidding, I'm an authentic violet, how can I be the White Knight of the Ella Empire, and besides, isn't the White Knights already destroyed?" Herman didn't dare to take this very bluffing title, the White Knight sounded like a symbol of glory, but it was only in the territory of the Ella Empire, not in its Imperial Violet.

"Stupid, if I can find it here, it means that no amount of quibbling is in vain, right, White Knight Herman!" the man spoke, and there was no room for recourse in his words, for this man had already unsheathed his sword and burst out with the demeanor of a mid-level warrior.

"Damn!" Herman didn't have time to fight back, as a beginner warrior, he even left a scar on a mid-level warrior was delusional, and the sudden burst of power completely destroyed the wine table in front of him, and the sharp blade came to his face with a strong killing intrigue.

Almost without thinking, Herman rolled on the spot and picked up the wine glass on the ground and threw it at the stabbing sword, trying to use the wine glass to buy himself a chance to escape.

Yes, to escape, even if it is a seasoned mercenary Herman, the only choice is to flee at the moment, can a white knight without a war horse, armor and spear still be called the name of an imperial sword?

The thought crossed Herman's mind, but then a long streak of blood was imprinted on his back, and the wooden wine glass was almost negligible in front of the mid-tier warrior.

Death struck in an instant, and almost everyone in the tavern could predict the final fate of the old drunkard, and those black crows absolutely loved the corpse of an alcoholic, especially the body of an enemy soldier.

However, it was clear that the captor of the Violet Empire had not expected that there would be more than one enemy soldier in the tavern close to the border, especially when his long sword was easily blocked, and the captor had already begun to think about the plan to release the flare in his arms.

"You're Ella's too?" the captor narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy who appeared in front of him, no, it seemed that the girl was more appropriate than the boy, after all, no man would have long ice blue hair, and the frost-like color made the captor feel like he was in the polar region.

The young man didn't reply, but naturally aimed the long sword in his hand at the capture of the empire, what a strange person, not only with long hair like frost, but even the matching sword he held was covered with blood-red lines.

"Who the hell are you!" the captor felt a hint of impatience rise in his heart, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but increase his strength again.

"Birmingham, Richard Birmingham. The other party finally responded to the captor's question, but the price of getting this answer was the most precious thing for the captor.

Life is only once, and this rule is the same for everyone, so when the captor clutched his throat in disbelief, death also befell him.

It was too fast, like the wind, and the blood-red blade had already slashed through his throat and returned to the sheath around the young man's waist, and at this time, the captor finally remembered the meaning of the name, but it was too late.

The silence, as if even the sound of a needle hitting the ground could be heard clearly, and the instantaneous reversal of the situation made everyone in the tavern stunned, and by the time the first drinker reacted, the strange young man had disappeared from everyone's sight with the old mercenary Herman.

Only the slightly familiar name and the corpse lying on the ground told everyone that what had just happened was not a dream, but reality.