Aowei hammered the young man on the shoulder, signaling him not to touch the fish, and it was time to work hard.

At this time, Sister Astarte walked straight up and asked, "Hello, is there a halfling female slave here?" ”

"Yes, sir, please." The young guard bent down and prepared to welcome the guests in.

But Aowei, who was cautious on the side, greeted him as soon as possible and said, "Your Excellency, weapons are not allowed in the trading house, you see, ......"

Sister Astarte was stunned for a moment, scratched her head, and said, "Then you have saved my weapon, and if you lose it, your firm will pay me compensation." ”

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for your understanding." Aowei bent over his waist and had a cute smile on his face.

The young soldier opened his mouth, held back the sentence "There is no such rule in the trading house", and silently stopped speaking.

"Well, excuse ......me," Sister Astarte removed the mace from her side and handed it over.

Owie breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling that he was thinking too much.

In the next second, the hammer that was handed over suddenly accelerated.

"Let's die first!"

The bent Aowei only had time to open his mouth, but before he could react, his head was spun around by the whistling mace.

The young guard screamed and was about to draw his sword when Sister Astarte burst out and kicked him in the abdomen, and before he could curl up and retch, the mace pierced him in the chest without mercy.

He opened his mouth, his eyes fell down in confusion, and he looked at the priest who suddenly made a move, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling like a ghast that asked for his life.

"No pity, no remorse, no fear!" Sister Astarte roared and strode through the door with her mace.

Faintly, you can still hear his sinister voice from the street: "This mace is much better than magic magic!" ”

Amid a cry of terror from the street, he controlled his body, which seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and went straight into the slave dealership.

In the backyard, there are already insiders who have found that the situation outside is not right, and they are ready to escort some customers who are visiting inside to withdraw through the small door.

But at this moment, there was a terrible cry from the front desk.

It was the wailing of the supervisor who was outside in charge of receiving the guests concerned.

The voice stopped before a second call, and the superintendent's head was hammered into the wooden cabinet at the front desk by Sister Astarte, and his own words could be faintly heard from the front desk:

"Oh, it turns out that your head is not much harder than the cabinet!"

In the backyard at this time.

A merchant dressed in fine clothes folded his hands, bent over, and said to the nobleman beside him in a cold sweat: "Mr. Hansen, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, it's our side that has been careless and has not done a good job of protection." ”

As he spoke, he kept insulting Aowei and the new young soldier for their uselessness.

One of the guards standing beside the nobleman looked at his boss and said, "Lord Hansen, do you want me to help you deal with it?" ”

"No, no! Now that you're here, how can you get the customers to calm the riots for us. Tyrant, a slave trader, wiped the cold sweat from his head.

If you really let the guests do this, you will not have the opportunity to develop yourself in the Happy Street in the future.

There will not be a single customer who likes to come to this kind of slave trading house that cannot even protect his own safety.

"You two go together, I've raised you for so long, it's time to show your value." Tyrant turned his head to look at the two guards in the inner courtyard, and gritted his teeth and added: "You don't need to leave a living, if you dare to break into the business house to make trouble, just kill it." ”

As for the bad consequences of killing the man outside?

Please, what could be the matter! The guys who eat on their own are almost gone, and they are likely to lose all their pants, who cares about you!

After Tyrant said this, the two warrior adventurers who had been following him glanced at each other, took out the weapons in their hands and walked towards the front desk.

The two adventurers who rushed towards him reacted very quickly after entering the front hall, and one of the warriors with a one-handed sword came up with a set of slashing triple hits.

Sister Astarte, who collided head-on, didn't even have time to react much, and in an instant, two injuries appeared on her body.

He didn't even have time to think about how to dodge, but just smirked and smashed the mace into the warrior's chest in exchange for his life as the warrior was about to take his head.

"Crazy!"

How could that warrior ever see such an operation to bite off the flesh of an enemy at the cost of his own life!

Resolutely retreat and give another fighter next to him a chance to attack.

The two had obviously worked together for years, and the moment the sword-wielding warrior retreated, the other warrior saw an opportunity to bully him.

Wearing the Knuckles, he took advantage of the moment when Sister Astarte's hammer lost control after her bye, and went up to him and punched him in the chest.

Sister Astarte snorted at the sound of a clear bone crack, and her upper body instantly sunk into a piece, leaving four deep holes in his chest with small conical spines on the finger tiger.

"Assault, death, silence like a swan!" Sister Astarte, who didn't stop at all, roared, and directly fought for the danger of death, leaning forward and pushing her knees up.

He cut off his left hand at once by the sword-wielding warrior who caught up with him, and achieved the result he wanted—the face of the close Knuckle Tiger Warrior suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"Hey, look here!"

The Finger Tiger Warrior, who was attacked by the explosive eggs, trembled on his feet, and with a single punch, he dismantled the small wooden chair that was thrown at him outside, and his bloodshot eyes looked at the two unemployed people who rushed over, and laughed angrily.

Forget about that mad dog that doesn't want to die.

You're not even a professional, and you dare to run over and attack yourself, a sixth-level warrior of the beginner?

Just as the two warriors were about to deal a heavy blow on the three guys who were attacking the merchant house without knowing whether they were alive or dead, the Knuckle Tiger Warrior suddenly felt a biting pain and tugging sensation coming from his shoes.

When I looked down, I saw that the priest had lost an arm, and his left leg had been broken, and he was still clutching his leg with the only remaining arm, and his teeth were viciously biting the soles of his feet.

What kind of hatred is this?!

For a while, he only felt mad, and subconsciously raised his foot to kick the madman away.

He didn't want to stand by this madman for a moment.

"Cultivator~Nun!" The nun who was thrown into the air was caught by Nanke, who was a little flustered.

Sister Astarte, whose mouth was full of blood, looked at Nan Ke and Xiaoyu, who came over at some point, and a hideous smile appeared on her face: "You two...... Ahem, what are you doing here instead of completing the task? ”

"Mission mission, I can go to TM's mission, I'm here to play the game, not to let the game play, the mission is not done! We'll help you kill this guy and show them what the Fourth Calamity is! ”

The indiscriminate little fish grabbed a long-legged bench and waved it around, with an excited look on his face.

She did the stool she had just thrown over.

Well, the game, where can you play without making trouble!

Sister Astarte's eyes moved slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something of thanks, but when the words came to her mouth, they turned into a vicious mockery:

"You two are really slow enough, even if you do the task and fish, is it difficult to make a group and still want me to shout '123 to start a group'?"

But the next moment, the shadows under their feet squirmed, and the expressions of the three of them froze instantly.

"Don't move, my shadow blade isn't so well controlled, if you don't want to die, stop it all!"

The wanderer adventurer who was accompanying the new nobleman slowly rose from the shadows, bared his teeth at the three players and said, "Shhh ”

He suddenly grabbed the hair of the restless little fish, who wanted to make a small movement.

Feeling the pain of her hair being pulled, she screamed "ah".

Before he could say a few more arrogant words, he suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and his eyes looked at the light blue energy threads that were wrapped around his hands and feet at some point, and his hairs exploded.

When did it happen?

An indifferent voice sounded: "I can understand your behavior as...... Are you trying to provoke me? ”

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