The city fell asleep early on a rainy night, and the only sparks left in the dark curtain were a few flickering sparks that danced like fireflies and the red moon shone in the sky. Of course, these garrisons, who only have a weekly steel coin salary, are also treated differently. Soldiers close to the inner city needed to patrol every day, but their companions in the slums near Karasang Wharf didn't need to.

There was indeed a garrison near Ambergris, but they were too drunk tonight to ignore the news from the good Samaritans.

Several drinkers, dressed in old leather coats and with round caps in sheepskin, rushed in the rain to inform the soldiers of the garrison. Their boots were stained with the mud they had stepped on while they were on the road, and their clothes were covered with raindrops from walking outside. But as the group of civilians wrung out their wet hair so that it no longer dripped water on the floor, a drunken officer staggered out. Wielding a sheathed sword in his hand, the officer shouted at the drinker who hadn't shaken off his boots yet. "Get out of here, stinking country poor. Get your-laden boots out of the way, or I wouldn't mind splitting your heads to see if there's a lump in there. ”

"You'd better go next door and take shelter from the rain. The bartender in the tavern eventually muttered to the other side of the drink, because he knew the officer's temper. "This guy would go on a drunken night's binge, and even beat up two of his companions last time. ”

"But there was already a fight in the ambergris, and even the lancers had taken out their weapons. One of the drinkers said in an anxious tone. He had been so close to the barbarians that he was frightened by the shining sword he wielded.

Raindrops fell from the sky like thin threads, and finally rolled down the speaker's wriggling cheeks. He had a short bearded chin, short flaxen hair, and brown eyes that could only see fear and panic.

This is simply the gospel that the platinum dragon god has given me! The tavern surnamed Gan Zi will be closed for a few days. The bartender praised the gods a few times before finally opening his mouth slowly but firmly. "The cavalry lords of the Northern Legion are not something these guys can manage. Come, come inside and have a drink. The rain must have made you feel terrible. ”

"What about that damn drunk? He was just saying he was going to split our heads. ”

"Hell, do you think that guy will know you again? Now he'll drink urine as honey even if he falls into a dung pit. ”

The garrison, which was supposed to stop the fight, was paralyzed by alcohol, and several well-wishers were invited by the bartender to the tavern. There may be people who want to go to the city to find the sheriff, but the slums between the two places stop everyone. It had always been the most chaotic place in all of Karasen, not to mention that it was still a red moon in the middle of the rain. Unless the strongest of Lucius was ridden on his quickest horse, the muddy distance of more than two miles would have left the messenger trapped in darkness. When the time comes, the only ones who will welcome him with weapons will be the thugs and robbers.

Since there was no one to stop the battle, the battle between the Quaids and the Lancers continued undisturbed. But in the face of a ferocious and brutal warrior like a wild beast, the dragon enus finally felt the breath of Alani, the goddess of doom, rushing towards him.

The tomahawk in Riga's hand swung with ease like a wooden toy, shiny silver and black reflections. The steel blade easily tore through everything in its path, leaving the lancers to retreat with their swords. Thick, sturdy oak tables were scarred by axes, and cups and saucers containing wine and food flew and shattered. The tavern was quickly shattered by the battle, and the liquor spilled on the floor gave off a rich smell that mixed with the trampled food to produce a smell of vomit.

"You're a warrior who can go berserk?!You're definitely over level six!" the body retreated with one violent impact, and the increasingly weak lancer quickly remembered the record of the Quaids. Completely different from the Terran warriors, the barbarians awaken their bloodlines from the ancient world when they transcend the sixth level. This makes it very easy for them to learn to go berserk, and like golems, they are not afraid of life and death and do not know pain.

The dragoninus's sword-wielding hands were unconscious, and the leather gloves with iron rings that had been worn to defend against attacks were stuck between the bones, making them even more numb. The lancer gasped and squeezed a few words out of his chest, the submission in his tone that eased the two centurions. They are just jealous for a girl, and if someone dies, it will be a violation of the law. However, the Quaid did not want to let him go, and the one-handed axe in Riga's hand continued to strike fiercely, and soon forced the warrior into a corner.

"Hirag!" the hunter roared as his head shook and his crimson skin and dark cyan stripes on his forehead made him look demonic. Saliva and slime that smelled of alcohol flowed from the corners of their mouths to their beards, and the Quid raised their arms and finally slashed the axe with force.

The Lancers were ready to defend while Riga roared. The warrior spread the rest of his fighting energy over his arms, and then held his long sword diagonally in his right hand above his head. His left hand with a thick cowhide bracer steadied the blade of his sword, intending to make the barbarian's tomahawk slide to the left. Only then can you survive the brute force and find an opportunity to pierce the berserker's throat with the blade of your sword in the rest of the day.

The blade of the axe eventually slammed down with an air-piercing screech, and the lancer's tawny pupils stared at the weapon and bent a few more bends to resist the majestic force. "O platinum dragon god, I will sacrifice six rams to you after I survive! Bless me and your loyal people. An unconscious prayer came out of his mouth, and the body of the Dragoninus, stiffened by nervousness, finally relaxed. But the barbarian attack was followed by the sound of prayer. A few drops of muddy water were thrown from the hilt of the fine linen silk, and then the exquisite murder weapon crafted by the Harusa's craftsmen collided with the sword.

The steel forged sword was strong and sharp, but when it collided with the thick combat axe driven by brute force, the dazzling sparks that forged the two weapons immediately splattered out, driving away the dampness in the nearby air. The Mars illuminated the faces of the Quaids and the Lancers, allowing them to see each other clearly before dimming and ending with the battle. The longsword of the Dragonianus, which was held in both hands, shattered, and shards flew like silver butterflies in the corners, and finally a small part stabbed into the body of the lancer along with the tip of the axe.

The sharp weapon easily severed the left hand covered by the cowhide bracer, and then split the shoulder of the lancer, which was only protected by a leather tunic. After slicing a few shoulder blades, the tomahawk didn't stop, eventually tearing through its ribcage and causing its foul-smelling internal organs to gush out and slide onto the wet floor.