The three little nobles still had a minimum of respect for this young man who had advanced to the rank of intermediate knight, so when Carl said that they should go together, they really went together.

This time it was Warner who was the first to strike, and as soon as the two got into each other's hands, they already knew each other's details, and everyone was level 5.

So Carl felt that he was a little embarrassed now. He just said that, the handsome component is naturally the biggest, but another reason is that he feels that the three people opposite are not of high rank.

It was almost impossible for a thief of the same level to defeat a warrior in a small space like a tavern, at least not in Karl's opinion. So give him enough time to clean up this little thief.

But the problem is, there are two more people on hand to help. Those two men didn't seem to be of high rank, but they were insidious enough that the first confrontation almost cost him a lot.

If he can't take down this thief in time, who is known for his flexibility, then he will be very passive. After all, with his strength as a level 5 flame fighter, the gap with the other party was not as big as he imagined, and he could only be beaten after his fighting energy ran out.

If Minnie is willing to help, then it will not be a problem to defeat the other 3. However, he had just pretended to be a wave of force, and the residual commotion in the air had not yet dissipated, so he naturally had no face to ask Minian to make a move.

Carl knew Minian well, and he knew that Minian liked to see him beaten. So since he has made a 1v3 appearance, no matter whether he is really capable of doing this or not, Minian will definitely fully support him.

As a result, Carl felt that the wave of pretending just now seemed to only give him 99 points.

As it turned out, Carl was once again recognized by those around him.

Minian sat down calmly in her place, poured herself a glass of fine wine, and watched the battle with more interest. She nodded earnestly at Carl, admiring his chivalry, with no intention of coming over to help.

Warner knew that being in such a small space was not conducive to moving around. At the same time, as the only one of the three to reach the intermediate level, he must also contain his opponent in a head-to-head duel in order to create a sneak attack for Isaac and Myron.

So Warner gave up on a thief's usual style of play and punched the first blow straight to the chest, ready to start a frontal wave.

Carl took a shift with his left arm, easily defused Warner's attack, and then blasted directly at Warner with the same straight punch.

Warner naturally did not take a straight punch attack from a fighter of the same level, slightly to one side, and at the same time leaned forward, and smashed his right elbow against Carl's lower abdomen.

Karl took a step back and dodged Warner's elbow, but Warner didn't exert all his strength in the elbow just now, but lowered his body and turned around and swept out a whip leg.

Carl knew that this move must be real, and the move was already old, as long as he jumped high to dodge this leg attack, and then accelerated his fall to shoot a straight punch with a flaming fighting spirit, then the thief on the opposite side must be seriously injured.

There's no denying that Carl has a good talent for fighting. He was completely right, but there was a slight surprise in the implementation.

The accident came from a wooden bench that appeared directly above his head when he first jumped, and he slapped Karl on the head so that he could not die, hindering the implementation of his lore plan.

This bench was also made by Isaac, and it made Carl's already messy hairstyle even more miserable. Since he didn't jump, Warner's whip leg with a level 5 fighting spirit naturally kicked Carl's calf.

Unlike Isaac's painless attacks, Warner, who is also mid-level with Carl, can break through the opponent's defenses. So, with the "help" of Warner, Carl flew backwards and smashed 1 table and 2 chairs.

Flying with Carl, there was also a fireball. This fireball Myron held on to her side for a long time, and her power was no weaker than Warner's direct attack. Another noteworthy thing is that this fireball also got a headshot.

This headshot caused 200% of the true damage, directly reducing Carl's fever by half before being extinguished by Carl with vindictiveness.

Although embarrassed, Carl did not lose his combat effectiveness, but his image in front of Minian was completely ruined.

Karl was furious now, and he stepped up and concentrated his strength into his right fist, ready to deal a fatal blow to Warner, who was about to rush at him.

However, there was a bench that came faster than Warner, and when Carl saw the bench again, he was so angry that he smashed the bench with a punch.

At this time, Warner leaned over and fought with Carl again.

Myron was thinking about whether he should hold back another fireball or find an opportunity to knock a stuffy stick. Suddenly, I felt a warm current hit me on the right side. It felt familiar, as if it had been experienced not long ago.

Before he could think about it, a carp rolled around and dodged the fireball that grazed his head. Myron felt that this fireball had once been so close to his handsome face that it had evaporated a wisp of cold sweat that had just oozing from his forehead.

Myron looked in the direction of the fireball, and for some reason, the chick who had just looked like she didn't care about herself stared at her like a murderer, as if she had seen her naked.

And her mouth was not idle, she was still muttering something, apparently the fireball was thrown from her hand just now, and it looked like she was going to throw a few more of them.

Myron didn't understand why the sweet-looking, hot-bodied girl was attacking her. Because he felt that even if the girl wanted to avenge the fact that she had just been eaten tofu, she should find the two fiery parties who were fighting with her companions over there.

He didn't think he was staring at the girl's breasts and buttocks, at least not just now. And Myron didn't think he was that kind of person, and he would never do anything like that, at least not when the girl was rubbing the fireball.

Mi Ann didn't give Myron a chance to say anything, and the second fireball came out of her hand and struck straight at him.

Fireball isn't a particularly easy ability to dodge, at least not for a mage weighing more than 100 kilograms to dodge in tight spaces. Myron is such a magician, and there is such a fireball in front of him that is rushing towards him.

Myron had just been extinguished by a fireball not long ago, and although he hadn't experienced it personally, he knew that if he was hit this time, he would probably be killed or injured.

Fortunately, Myron's reaction was quite sensitive, and at the same time as the fireball flew, he grabbed the table next to him and smashed it towards the fireball. The table was blown to pieces in midair, but he managed to save his own life.

Seeing that the second fireball was not built, the girl gathered the third fireball in her hand.

Myron was really angry at this time, he didn't understand why a weak girl he didn't know was so painfully murderous to him. He had no memory of having such a beautiful enemy.

Although puzzled, Myron decided to solve the immediate crisis first. He straightened up with a carp, and then rushed straight towards the girl, if he couldn't get close to the girl before the third fireball formed, then this time Myron would probably be more than lucky.

As a 15-year-old girl, Minian is already a genius among geniuses who can practice magic to level 4, so naturally she can't ask for much actual combat experience. Seeing a fat wild boar of more than 200 pounds rushing towards him, this fireball technique, which usually only takes 2 seconds to complete, was delayed for 1 second.

One second doesn't matter in normal times, but in the current situation, one second can be enough to change the outcome of the game.

When Minian's fireball was about to take shape, Myron was less than 2 meters away from her. Myron screamed as she saw Minian about to get the fireball out of her hand. The roar rolled in with a galloping momentum, and Minian seemed to be under the iron hooves of thousands of boar cavalry, causing her tons of visual and auditory damage.

Minian was so frightened by this roar that the fireball that was about to form was forcibly interrupted. Myron seized the opportunity to pounce and force Minian to the ground.

With Myron's current weight of 170 centimeters and 100 kilograms, pressed on the body of a 15-year-old girl, Minian only felt like her whole body was falling apart, and she couldn't move at all.

After 3 seconds, Minian struggled to open her eyes and found that Myron was pressing against her in a very ambiguous position, his eyes to his own eyes and his mouth to his mouth.

In other cases, the girl under her should have begun to breathe rapidly, her face was delicately red, and she looked like she was picking. However, at this time, Mi Nian, except for shame, all her feelings were just heavy, endlessly heavy......

Myron didn't know what to do at the moment, but he felt as if he should hurry up, because Myron below was already a little eager to try.

However, he didn't think it was the right choice to get up right away, because his current posture could bring two lips together as long as he couldn't support it slightly. And Myron knows that she won't be able to support it right away, right away!

At this moment, Myron felt a little contradictory, as if there were two little people living in his heart. One shouted, "Lie down a little longer." Another shouted, "Yes, yes." ”

Of course, if asked afterwards, Myron felt that "you can't let a magician cast magic at will on the battlefield" is what he really thinks at this time.

Just as Myron was reflecting on whether she had been supporting for a little too long, Minian burst into tears, her voice was crisp and loud, so that Myron couldn't bear to lower the last 1 centimeter of distance.

Carl turned around and saw that the lover of his dreams was being crushed by a fat pig eating tofu, and he immediately became angry, bursting his own protective spirit and forcing Warner back.

He silently said in his heart, let go of the girl, let me come, and wanted to turn around and rush.

At this time, Isaac, who had been lurking next to him for a long time, finally seized the opportunity and struck Carl on the back of the head with a slap, knocking him unconscious.

This stunt was exactly what Myron had in mind.

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