"There are still 8 years and 136 days left until we get married. ”

"There is still no material that can perfectly replace the control cable, and the entire inverter system is still very unstable, so we can only ......"

"Damn, it's all because of our bad fate, that we have such a lord!"

A rough voice interrupted Philip's notes, and he looked up at the big man sitting at the bar holding an ale.

With a wide chin, knotted muscles, and a bold drink of ale, no matter how you look at it, he is a good man who can stand up with his fists and run a horse on his arm.

It's just that the hero doesn't seem to be in a very good mood today.

"Oh, Sam, what's wrong?" a man next to the big man smiled and patted Sam on the shoulder, as if accustomed to the good man's complaints.

Sam gritted his teeth and glared angrily in Philip's direction, "Others say that the more chaotic the place, the better the place for men to establish their exploits, we are outside Lobit City High Elves, Dark Elves, Blood Clans, and Dwarves are fighting endlessly, and the rich bonuses of the four races attract free mercenaries to serve them; ”

"It's a pity!"

Sam snorted heavily, his heavy snort blowing the short whiskers on his lips like weeds in the wind.

"One of our beloved lords only knows how to hide in Lobit City all day long, not like a nobleman who can lead everyone to make achievements, but like an ordinary young man!"

"Bump!"

A large glass of ale smashed in front of Sam, golden hops splashed on Sam's face, and a hoarse female voice interrupted Sam's complaint, "What's wrong with ordinary people?"

Plump sexy lips, big eyes under blue eyeshadow glared at Sam: "At least ordinary people won't let you, the lord guard, die in some unknown corner like those mercenaries who lick blood with knives, and after drinking this glass of wine, go back to the old lady, Madeleine and Little John are still waiting for you at home!"

The woman's words seemed to speak to Sam's heart, the irritability just now was gone, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, he silently picked up the wine on the bar, poured it down, put a few copper coins on the bar, and turned to walk towards the wooden door of the tavern.

"WeishenmeEvery time they say that, you don't stand up and refute a few words?"

The sexy tavern lady walked over to the corner where Philip was sitting and pulled out a chair and sat down.

It's an ordinary face, with a green face, and the soft fluff around the corners of the mouth hasn't turned into a hard scumbag, and when you walk down the street, you'll think it's the neighbor's young man who has just come of age.

However, under this ordinary appearance, young people have an identity that ordinary people cannot reach.

Lord of Lobit City, Marquis Philip Rose!

Philip closed the notebook on the table, his movements soft and gentle, as if the guard's insulting words just now had no effect on him.

"What he said is right, I am just an ordinary person, and I can't bring them merit and wealth. ”

The sexy proprietress became excited, her graceful body leaned forward, and a pair of charming big eyes stared at Philip tightly: "But, I know, you are a good person, every time the soldiers complain, the money I invite them to drink is paid by you, when their families are in trouble, you also send someone to secretly fund it, and you don't tell them......"

Philip waved his hand, smiled and looked at the woman's beautiful face, if it was an ordinary man seeing such a sexy and charming woman, his eyes must be full of fiery desire, but Philip's eyes are particularly pure, like transparent crystal, clear and moving.

"Colleen, there are some things that can be done, so why care if others know. ”

"No, others don't care about me, your heart is so kind, you are gentle and considerate to people, you ......"

Philip felt a warm hand on the table, Colleen's soft hand rested gently on the back of the man's hand, and the beautiful plain hand was as gentle and lovely as her eyes.

Such a glance was clearly telling Philip that the sexy barmaid would be willing to share a bed with him tonight if he wanted to.

It's a pity that Philip disappointed Colleen, and Lord Lobit, who was as young as a big boy next door, sighed softly, quietly pulled out his hand, and whispered, "It's not early, I should go back." ”

Colleen's teeth bit her rich lip, with a little unwillingness on her face, hesitated for a moment, and just as Philip stood up and was about to leave the table, Colleen finally mustered up her courage and said, "I know that your fiancée is a goddess, but you are ready to ...... for the rest of your life."

"Phew!"

The wooden door of the tavern was slammed open, and Sam, who had just left, rushed in panting, and before the guests who were drinking could lash out at him, he yelled in a thick voice: "Go to the watermill workshop outside the city, where the three-armed troll kills like madness!"

"Roar!" the beast-like cry drifted from afar, and everyone in the tavern changed color, and the familiar voice of the three-armed troll could not be wrong!

"Let's go, let's go and save people!"

Outside Lobit, centred around the watermill is a small area of peasants who have formed a small village around the watermill that irrigates their land. Although this village is not in Lobit City, because it is located on the main road into the city, some caravans who cannot enter the city because it is too late will also choose to camp here, and the caravan's accommodation also brings a lot of benefits to the villagers.

Except tonight, though, the good turned into bad luck......

The waterwheels along the river have blazed fires, and several villagers' houses have been torn down to broken earthen walls, and the inferior homes in them have been reduced to pieces in the wrath of the three-armed trolls.

The loss of belongings was a minor matter, as a mercenary in leather armor was crushed to his head by the three-armed troll's mace, and his headless body fell to the ground, leaving only a mess of white and red disgusting liquid mixed with the original head.

Beside him, a three-armed troll cub who had been injured by mistake was lying upright on the ground, the hand on his chest was gone, and the position on his chest had collapsed, and it had been dead for a long time.

"Roar!" the three-armed troll roared and lifted a large rock with his left and right hands and smashed it at the group of mercenaries who were gathered around him.

This group of mercenaries with multiple injuries on their bodies saw a one-person-sized stone thrown towards them, and their formation was suddenly a little unstable, and a fat and short mercenary broke away from the team on the spot and wanted to escape alone.

At this time, a fireball flew out from the center of the mercenary formation, shooting at the flying stones, the fireball made close contact with the stones, and after a "boom", the stones burst into small stones.

After dodging the chaotic stone rain, the mercenaries did not see the three-armed troll rushing towards them, but the fat man who escaped flew in front of the mercenary array from the air, the fat in front of his stomach was gone, the intestines fell out more than a meter long, and the expression on his face was twisted into a ball of pain.

In the mercenary group, an old man wearing a gray robe without white hair sighed, "Hey, I said, don't break away from the formation alone, this three-armed giant has mutated, has a high intelligence, and knows how to break through." This guy is three people tall, he is five meters away when he jumps, and his skin is rough and rough, and it is difficult for my fire magic to cause damage to him, so we can only carry the reinforcements of Lobit City by working together. ”

A mercenary guarding the periphery ended the fat man's painful life with his own sword, stared viciously at the three-armed troll wielding a mace with his middle arm, and said angrily: "Old man Franklin, everyone knows this reason, but this guy is too powerful, we are afraid that the defenders of Lobit City will not be able to deal with it at all." ”

Franklin's tone was also not very optimistic, "I only hope that Lobit City can win by numbers, we have more than thirty mercenaries fighting so far and there are only twelve left, I hope that Lobit City can come with fifty soldiers, so that we can have the possibility of winning." ”

"Look! Reinforcements have arrived!" In the group of mercenaries, sharp-eyed people saw the gate of Lobit City slowly open, and a group of people quickly ran out of the door.

The mercenaries suddenly cheered a little, and being able to be rescued in despair gave them hope of life.

However, Franklin's expression did not become excited, the time for the city gate to open was too short, judging from such a short time, it was not enough time for fifty soldiers to come out.

"Whew!"

Philip, who was far behind the defenders and guards, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a dozen or so mercenaries confronting the three-armed trolls in the middle of the ruins of the village.

Fortunately, there are still a few people left, plus the twenty or so people who rushed out of the tavern, should be able to defeat the three-armed trolls.

The cheers of the mercenaries did not last long before a scream was heard, and by the light of the fire burning in the village, Philip saw a soldier lying on the ground holding his hand, a large piece of flesh hanging from the mace of the three-armed troll, and at the moment when he was slightly stunned, one of the warriors was wounded.

Fortunately, Sam was able to assess the situation, summoning a few fighters to take cover, and dragging the wounded soldiers into a defensive formation formed by mercenaries.

The long knives of the soldiers slashed at the body of the three-armed troll, pulling open the red skin, revealing the fat of the white flowers, but the muscles and blood vessels were not damaged in the slightest, and the knives of the soldiers did not have the slightest blood color, but the three thick arms of the three-armed troll constantly hit and knocked the soldiers away, and the head mallet held in the middle hand must cause serious injuries to a soldier every time he attacked.

There are fewer and fewer soldiers who can wield weapons, there are too many seriously wounded piled up in the middle of the mercenary defense array, and a gap appears in the circular defense array at this time, and the three-armed troll jumps towards the mercenary group despite the sword on his foot, grabs a mercenary who is standing slightly outside, and immediately jumps away before the remaining mercenaries can react.

"No, don't, ah!" the mercenary's screams of horror could not stop the three-armed troll from biting the mercenary's head in one bite, blood and brains splattering all over the three-armed troll's face.

"Roar!" the huge demonic beast roared in the sky, and the sound hit everyone's hearts like a bell on the Yellow Spring Road, with despair and fear.

Are all the mercenaries and soldiers going to die here?

"Bang!" a bright fireball slammed into the three-armed troll, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air, and the soldiers looked at Franklin in the defensive formation.

The old man smiled bitterly, "It's not me, my magic power has been exhausted, and besides, the magic I send out can't be turned." ”

"That, that's the lord of the city. Sam's voice hesitated, and it was clear that what was happening in front of him was too different from what he knew.

The lord of the castle, who had always been considered incompetent, and no one could afford to be a warrior or a magician, actually shot a magic fireball at the three-armed troll alone.

Oh my God, he's alone!

Sam's cold sweat was pouring down the ground, usually thinking that Philip would disappear when he bravely led everyone to make a meritorious deed, but at this time he didn't want him to appear but to be a hero, if this lord of the city who looked like the big boy next door died here......

Sam couldn't imagine the horrible consequences, he just wanted to faint now.

"Count Philip, the second son of the Ross family, who is known as scrapber?" asked the gray-haired bearded old man.

Seeing that it was a magician who asked himself, Sam, who was in the defensive array, hurriedly bowed down and responded, "Yes, old sir, it's him." ”

Franklin wondered, "Didn't you say that Philip didn't have magical sense, how could he fire fireballs so smoothly, and still in silence?"

During the battlefield, Philip's hands continued to shoot fist-sized fireballs towards the three-armed troll, although it did not cause major damage to the three-armed troll, but the scorching pain made it have to dodge again and again, which formed a strange balance of power.

The seemingly powerful three-armed troll and the much smaller Philip were helpless.

Although the fireball shot by Philip will not cause serious trauma to the three-armed troll, it will always make it painful, just like an ordinary person who has been pricked by a needle, although it will not cause serious injury, but the feeling of pain will always make people avoid it.

The warriors have already begun to cheer, they don't care if Philip was scrap before, what they see now is that the city lord actually forced the three-armed troll to dare not attack and can only dodge, which makes the warriors see the hope of life in the desperate death!

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