There was a moment of silence in the tavern, and even the waiter who swept the spills looked at it, and no one thought that it was just a simple blackmail that would make this masked man say such things.

And in this delicate time of two or three seconds, Lorraine had already confirmed the situation.

The strong man standing in front of him was the boss of all the thugs here, and behind him was the thin man. On his left side against the wall, there is only one bald head with a stick.

The two people on the right, the closest is a tattooed man, and a little farther away is a greasy fat man, they stand together, both holding machetes

Lorraine didn't want to do it during the day.

However, this unexpected event made him very unbearable - he had just woken up, he had not eaten breakfast, and his mood was becoming more and more irritable.

"That's all you have to say? I advise you not to move, can't we have four or five people here to handle you? Adventurers like you, we've got you covered! ”

Lorraine lowered her eyes to the ground, her palm pressed against the hilt of her knife rubbing involuntarily.

Like a poisonous snake.

No one noticed this subtle movement, and the strong man clenched his machete and glared at Lorraine, careful and intimidating:

"What's more, you're buying a fake identity, aren't you? , I'm afraid you have a bit of a criminal record...... I'm telling you, don't pay today——! ”

Before the strong man finished speaking, he saw the man in front of him suddenly press down with his arms.

Before he could react, two cold rays staggered.

"Whew-"

The strong man's eyes widened, he tried to cover his suffocating neck in disbelief, and a large pool of warm liquid squirted out of his throat, and his body went limp, and before he could collapse, he was kicked to the left by Lorraine.

The next second the bald head was knocked down, Lorraine quickly slammed to the right, and the Blood Hunting Blade cut a blood circle in the air.

The tattooed man reacted and raised his hand to block, but Lorraine's other scimitar plunged into his lower abdomen in a strange trajectory.

The blade easily tore through flesh and skin, and as the Dark Elf scimitar pulled out, the bright red blood threw a terrible arc in the air.

The next moment, the weapon was driven by its owner to slash at the fat man next to him, and in an instant, two pieces of metal scraped and collided, and a spark sputtered in midair.

The fat thug looked terrified, his hands were shaken to a sore point in the block of this blow, and Lorraine, who was also sore in his left hand, did not give him a chance to defend again, the blood-hunting scimitar in his right hand rushed horizontally, and the blocking feeling of the blade penetrating into the ribs came as expected, and the blood was not splashed, but was sucked by the blade of the blood-hunting scimitar.

However, before Lorraine could draw her weapon, there was a "kick" behind her.

"Drink, !!"

With a shout, Lorraine hurriedly retreated, almost close to the sound of the wind that was enough to break bones, and a stick smashed on the fat man's head, directly killing the dying man.

The attacker was the bald head, his face distorted and hideous, his clothes and face covered in blood.

There is no doubt that the blood came from the strong man who died on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't hit, the bald head looked at Lorraine beside him with wide eyes, and it was impossible to pull up the heavy stick again.

Yes, let go! Otherwise—

Before his hands were off the stick, a vicious kick knocked him to the ground.

The sharp pain of broken bones and soft flesh under the ribs mixed together to curl up the poor fellow, and Lorraine pulled the scimitar from the dead fat man's chest.

"Hints, experience overflow, upgradeable ......"

The sound of the system sounded in his ears, but he ignored it and walked over to the bald head, who couldn't get up again.

"What the hell are you, you guy! Me, don't kill me! I ......"

"Shut up."

The bald head was pale, and before he could say a few words, he was struck in the jaw by a whip from Lorraine.

"Click......

The bald man's mouth hung open, his pleas for mercy turned into a terrible howl, and Lorraine ignored the rubbish, but looked at the messy tavern hall.

Passing past the shivering young waiter, ignoring the drunkard, and glancing at the tavern owner who was still pretending to sleep, Lorraine finally fixed his eyes on a weak fellow who was trembling.

"You, come here."

"No, no, my lord, I was forced by them, you have pity on me, I still have a child to raise, I ......"

Seeing that the thugs who were showing off their might on weekdays were killed on the spot as if they were being chopped by Lorraine, the man knelt down directly and kept begging Lorraine for mercy.

However, when he saw the expressionless white crow mask, he shuddered, as if he had been stimulated by something, and hurriedly crawled over.

"When the ......"

Lorraine kicked the machete at the man's feet.

The next sentence made the latter's eyes change from dazed to incredulous, any deep fear.

"If you don't want to die,

"Kill him."

The blade was pointed at the thug who had been kicked in the ribs.

The tone of the murderer is playful.

"Fair trade, isn't it?"

……

After a while, Lorraine walked out of the tavern rubbing his sour right hand.

The thin man still killed the bald head, and judging by the look on his face as he sat in a pool of blood, he realized that he was finished.

In the increasingly desperate and oppressive slums, where the authority of the law has all but been lost, and killing and being killed are absolute rules based on violence and money.

While killing people during the day may attract unwanted attention, the benefits are enormous.

Kill these thugs, no one will dare to offend Lorraine easily, those scum who bully the weak and fear the hard will remember his methods, and rumors of "masked outsiders" will circulate in the slums.

But thin men are not so far.

The scum will be angry with him, because this fool has indirectly killed several good hands, and he has blood on his hands, and his final fate is self-evident.

After a quick end, the experience had overflowed, and Lorraine opened the system template, and the quaint data screen appeared in front of him.

……

Name: Lorraine

Race: Human (Ancestor)

Health: 24/24

Employment: 1st Order Ranger (Level 1, upgradeable (no faction)

Identity: Runaway slave (you may be wanted!) Northern Adventurer (Forge)

Mystic Ability: None (Fifth Awakening)

Attributes: Strength 12 (+1), Dexterity 14 (+2), Constitution 14 (+2), Charisma 12 (+1), Intelligence 12 (+1), Perception 10

Talents: Low-end cast (0 ring spell slot +2, memorable), War Instinct (combat learning efficiency +10%)

Traits: Versatile (Racial Trait), Knowledgeable (Personal Trait), Lottered Wolf (Personal Trait), Blind Atrocity (Set Trait, Inactive)

Status: Malnourished

Equip:

Narrow Light's Bloodhunting Arc Blade (Scimitar - Blind Justice) inflicts a bleeding state, and the blade is bloodthirsty

The Aluminous Ranger Coat (Overcoat - Blind Justice) has Corruption Resistance and a weak stabbing attack

Blind Raven Hunt Mask (Mask - Blind Justice) Evil Suppression (Charged 1/2)

……

Remind...... Character upgrades!

activates the fighting style...... Fighting Style: Double-edged

Strengthens attributes...... Dexterity +2. Dexterity is now: 16 (+3)

Health up ...... Now 30/30

……

As she kills, Lorraine's experience grows. These thugs will feed him up to the third level at most, and then he will be stretched thin.

You want to travel to the Fairy Ruins and stop the birth of the Queen of Destruction...... The first order and the second level are simply impossible.

More experience is needed.

But for now, Lorraine had to find the alchemist first.

Then, become another person completely.