Several drunken dwarves were violently beaten, cursed loudly, and stumbled out of the tavern. Elleria took the key to the room casually and walked upstairs gracefully.

As with all inns, the rooms in this hotel are on the second and third floors, with the first floor being a bar and kitchen. The elf, with the longbow on his back, faded away at the end of the stairs. What she didn't know, however, was that somewhere in the hall, a pair of lewd, lustful eyes had been fixed on her.

Elves are noble and elegant, their territory is sacrosanct, but out of their territory, in the territory of humans or dwarves, no one cares whether they are elves or humans, in the eyes of slave traders, they are all valuable treasures, top slaves...... You must know that in the empire, elf slaves are priceless, and many imperial nobles are like this......

After Aryria leaves, Jarice, a freelance trader, finds the owner of the inn.

"No, if this matter gets out, how will my hotel continue to operate?"

"You're just too rigid to be flexible. ”

Jareth said, a hand on the tavernkeeper's shoulder—

"Come, let's have a good talk, that elf beat the three dwarves to a bruised nose and swollen face, and you think the dwarves will let her go? And for the sake of me taking her, it's good for you and me. When the dwarves come back, you can tell them that the elf has been sold to the black market. With the dwarves' hatred of the elves, they won't pursue it and may even thank you for everything you've done. In Marienburg, there is no benefit in helping a strange elf, but what is the benefit of helping a dwarf, I don't think I need to say more, you should know it. ”

Jares said. You can see that the tavernkeeper's hesitant expression is slowly dissolving.

"Old friend, to be honest, you're just too well-behaved, so you've been standing still. Be bold and do something else, you can do well, at least several times better than you are now. After the deed is done, how about I give you a quarter of the money from the sale of her?"

Jares said, a pair of treacherous eyes aimed at the tavern's owner.

"Rest assured, after tonight, no one knows where the elf has gone, and who cares about an outlander? ”

He continued to persuade. It was only in the end that the owner of the tavern acquiesced to the merchant's plan.

It's not the first time that Jeris has kidnapped the elf, he has the best thugs in Marienburg, but looking at the skills of the female elf just now, she is by no means mediocre, if she is not alone, and her appearance is pure and delicate, Jares may not really want to take this risk, but the beautiful appearance of the female elf is enough to sell for a sky-high price. This would be worth the price of a hundred human slaves. As the hot food and wine were served from the back kitchen, Jerry mixed the potion into the wine.

Drunken potions, colorless and odorless, the drinker will become drunk within 10 minutes to an hour after drinking, and will fall asleep, and will be in a severe coma after 3 hours. Jares was planning to do it at that time, and several thugs were ready, and this big ticket could make them squander it for a while.

......

Norsca, the land of snow and mist.

"Karak, are you confident in your abilities? Then you should go after the man who rode the white bear and stab him in order to prove your ability, instead of boasting here and telling me where you were when my father was fighting that Southerner?"

The hunt for the White Bear Lord eventually turned into an internal struggle for power. The sons of Valamir decided not to hunt down the White Bear Knights that day, and although they all sent their own troops to hunt down the executioner who killed their father, all the heirs to the chieftain throne without exception chose to stay, keeping an eye on the tribe and the throne.

"Well, I wasn't here at the time, I was ordered by my father to hunt mammoth herds in the north, and when I came back, I learned that you shitty women had killed my father single-handedly. And what's even more ridiculous is that so many people can't stop him. "Bashan loves

The late chief's youngest son, Wadlin, roared. It is both ridicule and provocation. It was surrounded by tribesmen, each of whom was watching, and those who were sent out to hunt down the murderer were just for show.

"That's not your father, you bastard! Everyone knows you're just ......"

Valamir's eldest son, Karak, was about to taunt his younger brother when he was yelled at by Wadrin. To be precise, Valamir was not Waldlin's father, he was an orphan from a young age, and was adopted by the Grand Chieftain Valamir and raised him to be the best warrior in the tribe. Karak, Fran, Stanford, and Wadrin are all brothers who grew up together, however, the unexpected death of their father has filled the family with contradictions and hostility.

Wadrin didn't let his brother humiliate him and launched a championship showdown in public. He was 10,000 sure to kill this arrogant, unlearned brother. No, from now on, he is no longer his own brother.

Waldrin's ambition to become the new Great Chief comes from his strength, and when he discovers that the people around him, especially the brothers who grew up together, are not as strong as himself, Waldlin's ambition begins to swell. Again and again he proved himself in front of his father, Varamir. But none of them were recognized, after all, he was not Valamir's flesh and blood. And now, he finally waited for an opportunity, a chance to openly challenge his brother and get the position of chief.

Everyone was watching them. Karak had no choice but to fight.

With a gloomy face, around the field, he picked out a delicate and sharp short sword, and at the same time, from the hands of the marauder warriors, took the shield.

Karak's face turned pale, and he knew that he was no match for Waldrin in terms of force. His strength almost caught up with his father, and he was arguably one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. I can only slowly consume him, looking for an opportunity to let his blood go. So, he chose the sturdy Marauder Round Shield.

And his younger brother, his brother Wadlin, who was not related to him, pulled out the half-man-tall battle axe directly from behind him.

"Only the bad seed uses the shield. ”

Wadrin roared, then clenched his axe and rushed forward.

In full view, the mammoth killer Wadrin roared in anger and slashed his heavy tomahawk at his emaciated brother. Karak raised his shield and met it with all his might. The tomahawk slashed at the round shield, almost piercing the shield, and the powerful blow sent Karak straight to the ground. His knees pressed against the snow, barely holding out the brutal blow.

But then, Wadrin drew his tomahawk and hooked the shield directly out of the hands of Karak, the son of the chieftain.

Surprised, Wadling, who was stronger than a bison, swung his tomahawk and slashed at Karak's neck.

The chief's son hurriedly retreated, and in the whistling wind, he dodged a blow in embarrassment.

But before he could stand firm, the challenger Wadrin roared again and rushed forward, knocking Karak down like a bison. The biggest obstacle to his own path to the chieftain is now, with a single axe, he can be solved.

The crowd was stunned to see that Karak, who had always regarded himself as the heir to the throne, was knocked to the ground by his opponent in less than three rounds.

However, just as everyone thought the battle was over and Wadrin was about to become the new chief of the tribe, a dark arrow pierced his arm, causing his falling axe to deflect to one side, and the tomahawk fell less than a finger's distance from Karak's head, sticking into the snow with a shocking sound.

Everyone turned around, only to see that in the crowd, Karak's own brother, who was also Waldlin's former brother Stanford, walked out of the crowd.