Merlin had been waiting in the Purgatory Tavern for a day, and Morgaret still hadn't appeared. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Merlin is grateful to the gray dwarf for giving him a chance to be reborn, if it weren't for the vampire's tentacles on his right arm, he would have become a pile of wind wolf feces in the wilderness by now.

The vampire's tentacles were so easy to use that Merlin barely felt any discomfort, except for the growing desire for the fishy smell of the liquid, and the thrill of the sharp phalanx inserting into the flesh and the blood that had been put back into his body along the phalanges.

Merlin was about to lose control, and he was about to be controlled by that pleasure. He didn't dare to stay with the rest of the Wind's growth time now. Fearing that he couldn't help it, he thrust the vampire's tentacles into their chests. Slaughtering one's companions, even in the Windhaver Wolf, is an unbearable thing.

There are a lot of adventurers in the Purgatory Tavern, and today is a bit unusual. The beautiful goblin was gone, and the agile orc in the bar was gone. The drunkard and the minotaur took their plates, and the adventurers' grumblings followed.

"Angela, why don't you see her!" a drunkard poured a whole glass of cold liquid into the arms of an adventurer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the wine lady, whose voice was trembling, looked at the adventurer who was still a head taller than her on the sofa, and didn't know what to do.

"I'm fine, I'm sure. The adventurer's big plush hand grabbed the dancer's skirt, "You've got to tell me where Angela went, or I won't let go today." ”

This adventurer wasn't particularly bad, at least he had a little bit of a mischievous mind. But other adventurers don't have that much patience.

With a thud, a glass wine bottle fell to the floor of the Purgatory Tavern. "What's going on, what's going on in Purgatory, why haven't I had the steak I wanted. An enraged adventurer stood up, his tall figure almost reaching the beams of the Purgatory's roof.

"Do you want to make trouble, mountaintop giant, you know the rules of purgatory. The Minotaur guard at the Purgatory Tavern raised the huge iron rod in his hand, "It's always been a place to eat whatever you want, and you can eat whatever you want." ”

"I don't care, little man, I had veal steak last time, and you told me I didn't have it now. What do you think I should do?" the mountaintop giant's white, rock-like fingers poked at the Minotaur's head.

Bang, an iron rod as thin as a calf struck the calf of the mountaintop giant. A loud noise sent a shockwave through the lobby of the Purgatory Tavern.

The bare-handed mountaintop giant frowned, he didn't expect these bullheads to fight as they said. He didn't have his weapon in his hand yet, and when he wanted to do it, he found that his right hand was empty, and his weapon had been taken.

"You've succeeded in provoking a mountaintop giant. The big man roared, grabbed a minotaur with one hand, and with a bang, the minotaur flew over the big man's head, and one fell over the shoulder, and was used to the floor of the purgatory tavern. A loud bang rang through the town of Whitestone, and the floor was covered with tiny cracks.

Roar, roar, roar, the mountaintop giant didn't come to the Purgatory Tavern alone. His fellow adventurers saw that the momentum was not good, and they all got into a fight with the minotaurs. Soon the battle spread throughout the Purgatory Tavern.

When Morwritte pushed open the wooden door and walked into purgatory, it was already beaten to pieces. A thick smell of blood spread through the tavern.

"Oh no, Merlin's kid is here too. I'm afraid he won't be able to suppress it this time!" Morgaret smiled at Angela behind her, "Aura, all aura. ”

The power of the god of war, the power of the wind, and the shield of defense, the three auras were all set on Mowglitte's body. The bracers on the gray dwarf's wrists fell off, and before they could hit the ground, they turned into a black hammer that Mowglitte grabbed in his hand.

Rise...... With a roar, Morwriten raised his hammer and threw it at the tallest mountaintop giant.

With a bang, the giant on the top of the mountain shook his body a few times, fell down with a thud, and could no longer climb to breathe.

"Morgritte, Morgritte. The minotaurs of the Purgatory Tavern screamed wildly, raising their weapons and shouting in unison, "Morgritte, Morgritte." ”

"Morgritte, Morgritte. The grey dwarves cried out, his voice overshadowing the minotaurs. The aura shining on Tong's body attracted the attention of the adventurers in purgatory.

"Lay down your weapons, friends!" shouted Morkriette as she stood on the bar in the tavern.

Most of the adventurers were frightened by Morgritte's Storm Hammer, knowing that the head of the mountaintop giant was harder than a rock. Once they reach adulthood, they will be the pinnacle of silver, and almost every one of them will become excellent fighters, and if they can live long enough, they will definitely be a legendary-level existence.

There are still some uneasy adventurers, who have been suppressed for too long, and the smell of blood has driven them crazy. Bang bang It was pitch black.

"Someone is making trouble. Morwritte frowned, he didn't care about killing a few more people, but he didn't want the Purgatory Tavern to be mixed up in such a riot.

"Angela!" Mowglitte shuddered in his heart, he had forgotten the goblin, she didn't even have the ability to protect herself in such a riot.

"I'm here. A low voice appeared behind Mowglitte.

"You take this thing and follow me. Mowglitte took out a Sands of Time from the middle of the spatial ring and handed it to Angela.

As Angela's wrist turned, a faint white light lit up a dark sky. Mowglitte held Angela's hand in one hand and a hammer in the other. Walked towards the place where the blood smell was strongest in the Purgatory Tavern.

"Are you afraid?" asked Morgridt, squeezing her sweaty little hands.

"I'm not afraid," Angela's heart was sweet, "as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid." ”

Mowglitte straightened her back and walked forward firmly. Because he knew that only by dispelling the smell of blood in front of him could he regain control of the Purgatory Tavern and control his own destiny. During his absence, the Purgatory Tavern had attracted the attention of too many people in White Rock Town, and too many people were red-eyed. Countless pairs of eyes are staring here, and many people are waiting for an opportunity. Purgatory cannot fall, at least not tonight.