Walking into the tavern, Sava clearly sensed that the attitude of these slave traders was different. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The leader Raghu still barely maintained a trace of "human adult" reserve, and the faces of several other people were simply naked and full of flattery.

When dealing with Savoy, they only rely on biological instincts, feel a faint danger, and subconsciously maintain appropriate respect.

But for Hanfka, they were completely shocked. The dazzling purple light when Hanfka woke up, his cold eyes, and his strong momentum all showed the strength of this pig man.

The idea of selling such a powerful creature for tinkling gold coins made the slave traders excited, three parts excited, two parts excited, and five parts fearful.

In case this person turned his face and even glared at us, we were numb, and if we didn't crush it in an instant? With this thought, the traffickers couldn't help but keep lowering their figures.

The two dealers, one fat and one thin, had a bright smile on their faces, and kept beckoning them to drink and eat meat, and kept boasting so much that the other diners in the tavern looked sideways from time to time - they had never seen a human so complimented by an orc.

Compared to the somewhat helpless Hanfka, Sava seemed frank and unrestrained, eating meat and drinking toast, and as for the endless compliments, he also smiled and accepted them one by one. He's used to it—isn't that what it was like when orcs sat with any alien race 10,000 years ago?

In this way, the slave traders took a look at it. This group of people traveled from south to north all day long, and their eyes were poisonous, and just looking at Savoie's casual attitude and natural behavior, they immediately saw the difference.

For example, Hanfka, although this pig man is so powerful, he has never been able to stand up in the face of their compliments and respect, just like ordinary commoners sitting at the table of the rich, always looking constrained.

If they were the rich, then Savoy was the lord of the city—besides, how could a slave eat and drink and at the same time show a noble elegance?

The slave traders were smiling and pondering in their stomachs, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door of the tavern was kicked open, and a cold wind blew into the house, and everyone was furious, and they all rushed back to see.

The one who kicked open the door was a fat man dressed in extraordinary clothes.

The slave traders became angry when they saw it, wasn't this the fat man who was drunk and made trouble just now?

The fat man among the slave traders was the first to stand up, and when he saw that the other party was fatter than him, he was a little angry, and when he saw that his clothes were more generous than his own, he was even more upset.

As soon as he was unhappy, the words came out horizontally: "You pig-headed pig-brained thing, a nose arched in to find to eat?"

Hanfka raised his face slightly, and looked at him expressionlessly. When it comes to pig-headed pig-brains, there's no one in this room better than Hanfka...... But I just ate the wine and meat invited by others, and I was a little embarrassed to turn my face for a while.

The other guests who were eating were also unhappy, and some of them were angry, and they scolded: "Can you speak? ”

The fat slave trader blinked, and before he could figure out what he had said wrong, why even the leader Raghu was staring at him with an unkind expression?

Seeing that his friend was making a joke, the thin dealer also stood up, but he was concise and pointed outside: "Get out." ”

The fat man at the door had a fearless face, and he didn't even pay attention to it, but just spoke to Lagu: "Slave trader, didn't you say that you, a slave, are known as the strongest in the mainland?"

Raghu clasped his hands and replied lazily, "I said that." ”

The fat man laughed exaggeratedly three times, and spat on the ground: "Okay, I really don't believe it, in this way, I will find a helper now, if you slave can win against him, I will lose you fifty gold coins, if you can't win, you will not be allowed to enter this town in the future." Do you dare to bet?"

Raghu glanced at Hanfka, and when he saw that he had no fear, his courage suddenly hardened. slapped his palm on the table: "Okay, the friends here are all witnesses, and we will bet with you today." ”

Sava frowned slightly, but considering that he still wanted to use the slave trade team to cover up and enter the city of Fran, he didn't say much. In addition, I also thought that it would be good to let Hanfka have some practical experience. It's just that I don't know what level of opponent this troublesome fat man can find.

Hearing that there was a gambling game, who had the heart to eat and drink? Even the owner and his fellows, surrounded by a group of slave traders and Savahanfka, walked out of the tavern.

The fat man who made trouble was flushed with excitement, his eyes were round, and he shouted as he walked: "In this tulip town, someone dares not to give me face?

Some townspeople coaxed: "Come on, Kante, what else do you have besides being an alcoholic? If it weren't for your brother-in-law covering you, how would you have the money to drink every day?"

The fat man named Kante was not ashamed, but laughed: "Yes, who told me to have a good brother-in-law? ”

The group followed the fat man to the square in the center of the town not far away, and Raghu stood on his feet, like the fat man Kante and asked, "Okay, where is your helper? ”

Kante looked excited, laughed in a sharp voice, laughed for a long time, and then turned around and shouted: "Brother-in-law, they are here, please appear!"

"Conte's brother-in-law is back?" "Coincidentally, this group of slave traders is going to be unlucky...... Voices of discourse whispered among the townspeople.

The faces of Raghu and his party began to look a little wrong—they had thought that the fat man had found a human with good kung fu, or simply a strong slave.

But the fat man Kante is not stupid, he didn't see the power of Hanfka when he woke up, he was originally a bully character, and he was not very bold, if he was not sure, he could run back to find the stubble of this group of slave traders?

Syllable... Syllable... Syllable... Syllable... Heavy footsteps came, and the square suddenly fell silent, and in a moment, a mecha more than five meters tall appeared from the corner of the street.

Kante's fat body jumped over with dancing light steps, stretched out his hand and slapped the mecha's calf, his face was extremely proud: "My brother-in-law, the great four-star mecha division, Your Excellency the captain of the Raptors Legion!

Conte laughed wildly, and Sava furrowed his eyebrows.

According to his experience, the all-three-star mecha can be comparable to the Purple Gold Rank Warrior, and if it is only a three-star mecha in some way, it can be comparable to the Mithril Tier Warrior in the mature stage.

Although Hanfka is in the high stage of the Purple Gold Rank, firstly, he has almost no combat experience, and secondly, he has very few combat skills, and now in the face of such an opponent, it is still quite difficult to win the battle.

What's more, for Savoy, who is bent on sneaking into Fran City in a low-key manner, it is not a happy thing to watch Hanfka defeat a captain-level mecha division - maybe before he reaches Fran City, everyone knows that there is an orc with extraordinary combat power in this team.

He believed that the city lord of Fran City would be very sensitive to the "orcs with extraordinary combat power".

With all the worries, he glanced at Hanfka, and Sava smiled: on the face of this young orc, he saw only full of fighting intent.

Even if the wounds on his body have not healed, even if he has just been cut off by a human a month ago, and he is almost roasted, even if he has only mastered two combat skills, even if the audience is shocked to shout "wow" for the names of three-star mecha, four-star mecha division, and corps captain, even if he sees the slave traders suddenly turn from arrogant to colorless......

But on Hanfka's face, there was only full of fighting spirit.

"Orcs don't have to think, just knock down the enemy. Sava suddenly remembered this witty remark that had been circulating among the orcs for a long time, and shook his head in self-deprecation - it seems that such a powerful human race has made me forget the pride of the orcs.

With a loud bang, Hanfka took off the flail from his back.

"Are you my opponent?" Hanfka shouted into the mech.