ps: Serious Carvin, just like this in one night.500 words an hour for me

The lancer who emerged from the shadows was not tall, but his rock-strong muscles bulged his long fat coat. Boots made of hard cowhide pounded on the floor, and the warriors approached the Quaids. "You are barbarian mercenaries? When you don't fight, you hire a warrior with a salary of more than four steel coins, and there are more than the lancers? I wonder if the bloodline of the berserker has inherited the bravery of the ancestors. Maybe it's time to teach you the rules of Dragonus. ”

"We have our own customs, which are the rules given to the Quaid by the gods and the icefields. Enraged by the contempt, the drunken Riga replied sharply with a violent tremor of his golden beard. Several barbarians who could understand the lingua franca also had angry expressions, and some had even grabbed the steel dagger stuck behind the sword belt.

"By the name of Hirag, I will duel you for the insult to my race. The eyes of these dragon enus lancers annoyed the hunter, so the Quid, who had been devoured by their sanity and sobriety, couldn't help but send out an invitation to a duel. The centurion, who knew some of the barbarian customs, knew what this meant, so he translated this sentence to the lancers with some chagrin under the threat of several samurai, and took the initiative to explain the most important point.

"This is Riga, the leader of the barbarian mercenaries, who wants you to take back the insult or else the floor will be covered in scarlet. ”

"Kill me? Rely on those vulgar barbarian martial arts? They only know how to rely on strength, but pure brute force cannot defeat everything. The lancer cried out as if he had heard something ridiculous, his shoulders trembling as he let the droplets of water hidden in the folds of his black leather coat drip down and crumble softly against the soaked blackened oak floor that smelled of vomit.

"Do you want to say yes? This could affect all mercenaries. His Excellency also asked them to reach the southern battlefield of our country. The centurion wiped the drops of sweat from his sideburns and uttered a final dissuasion in an unusually tactful tone. "Otherwise, the flood of 'blue cattle' from the Harrison Kingdom will cause the God of Victory to deflect the scepter. ”

"Steel coins can ** they can stay away from home, and they can continue to drive them to fight. Of course, Truss, the heir of the viscount, wanted to learn a lesson from the barbarians who beat his subordinates, so the guy, who was very likely to become a baron, opened his mouth while staring at the centurion with his somewhat swollen eyes. He was wiping the stinking dirty water off his face with a clean linen cloth. "But I also want to know if these barbarians are worth the money of His Excellency the Grand Duke. ”

The ** proprietress in the restaurant doesn't know when she disappeared, and the beautiful maid also hid in the kitchen with a thick wooden door, and some of the drinkers were even more proficient in drinking the wine in the glass, and stood up casually and slipped away without paying. From the mouths of the officers dressed in the red dragon enus, the drunks who were familiar with the lingua franca already knew that battle was inevitable.

The drinkers who approached the two groups of warriors did not dare to make a violent movement, and they were pressed to the wooden benches in fear like lambs surrounded by wild beasts, and they could only curse loudly in their hearts the garrisons that kept the law and order. These guys, who are usually as agile and quick as dogs, have not been seen today.

"Swear by your real name, O Fury. I will offer the soul of fear and the deliciousness that belongs to the enemy**. Riga told his companion to step back, then picked up a one-handed axe on the ground. Unlike the Quid's pursuit of simplicity and practicality, the Harusa even made axes to show off their wealth. This one-handed axe has a round handle with an olive leaf pattern, and the grip is wrapped around the delicate hemp thread that makes it easier to grasp. The blade was forged from a single block of steel, and all that remained was a six-inch-long sharp blade except for a round hole that shrunk into the handle of the axe.

"You're fearless, and at least you have the courage to wield a weapon at a level 7 warrior. "The Lancers seem to be very hostile to the tall and fierce-looking Quaids, so this guy still doesn't forget to laugh at the Hunter before the battle begins. "But your power will tremble and succumb before the power bestowed upon you by the Platinum Dragon God. ”

He drew the long sword that hung from his sword belt, and slashed it lightly and forcefully before clenching his hands and pointing diagonally at the barbarian. "You're going to be put on the ground by me, beheaded, and end your life in disgrace and filth. Your people will be expelled by the cavalry and wander back to the ice with the few bronze coins that remain. Without food, without seeds, your tribe will starve to death in the next winter. ”

"Oh my God, please let me kill this activation with poison flowing from his mouth. Kissing the cold, smooth side of the tomahawk, Riga rubbed his stiff beard over the kiss marks. The alcohol caused the easily enraged Quaid to rush at their foes, their tomahawks howling through the humid air. The brute force contained in Rigga's majestic body poured out, and finally poured all of it into the opposite side in the impact of the weapon. The lancers seemed to be prepared for this incredible force, so the warrior only took a step back, the sword still firmly in his hand.

The barbarian then stepped up with his feet and slashed, forcing the lancers to dodge with the axe blades of their heavy weapons. The Dragoninus are so agile that they can easily dodge the traces of their tomahawks. After seven or eight breaths of battle, the lancers began to attack the barbarians, and he knew how long an adult male could wield a tomahawk, even against the Quaids, who were known for their stamina. The lancer quickly found an opportunity to hold the battle axe with his longsword, holding the hilt of the sword with a thin rope in one hand and supporting it with a wrist with a thick cowhide gauntlet in the other.

The mighty warrior stared at Riga hard, eventually shuddering to let his power unleash. The weak fighting energy accumulated in his body was transmitted to his hands, and then the Quid felt the resistance of the tomahawk grow stronger, so that he could only move the axe blade slowly and with difficulty. Fighting Qi is the energy that every powerful warrior accumulates in his body, and when it is extremely powerful, it is said that even steel can bend.

This was the first time that the barbarians had lost a contest of strength, so Riga quickly stood up even more angrily, allowing the power of the berserk bloodline to quickly penetrate his body. In less than five breaths, the Frenzy Hunter swooped down on his enemies with a roar. The cyan veins hidden under the crimson skin writhed in the air like earthworms, and the hunter, who had grown larger, raised his tomahawk and slashed at the lancers again. Of course, the dragon Yinus could hear the power carried by the tomahawk in this attack from the violent friction of the air, so he hurriedly twisted his waist and let his abdomen and muscles dodge this deadly attack. (To be continued.) )