"Wait a minute, master!" the elven poet suddenly drew his dagger, pulled up the hair of a waitress on the ground, lifted her up alive, and then patted her face with her dagger on her face that had been blurred, and just as she barely showed a smile, the dagger suddenly sliced off, and her hands flew out of her body at once!

The woman's screams rang out immediately, and Richard looked slightly uncertain, and said in a deep voice, "Oral, what are you doing? You're going to cut this guy's finger, not the woman's hand." ”

The elven poet tugged at the hostess's hair, turned her toward Richard, and shook her twice more vigorously before a small, delicate magic scroll popped out of her bodice. Before it could fall into the blood, Oral reached out and grabbed it, and threw it to Richard. After just one glance at it, Richard knew that it was a warning scroll, which was used to make a specific magic bell ring when it was torn open.

This is a small toy that circulates among the nobles, similar to a magic toy, but quite practical, I didn't expect this wine hostess to hide one, it seems that her status and identity are not simple.

"Master, this woman wants to secretly report the news. Those who want to escape have their feet chopped off, so the chopping hands who want to deliver the message should be right. Orla defended herself.

"Leave her alone, come here, and do your job!" said Richard coldly. The elven poet is intelligent, faithful and guaranteed by a magical servition contract, but as his nature gradually reveals himself, he has become less and less likable. But he is also an indispensable character.

Looking at the bartender who was firmly pressed to the table, Oral gracefully wiped the blood stains of the dagger away, and then asked, "Master, do you want to be fast or slow?"

"Someone who can get him to speak. Richard said.

At this time, Gangde had replaced him as the bartender, so Richard was able to leisurely find a bottle of really good wine in the wine cabinet, pour himself a glass, and then lean back on the table, waiting for the result.

Oral looked at the bartender's finger and said to Gonde, "Borrow your axe and use it." ”

"What for?"

Oral rolled his eyelids and said, "Because it's rough enough!"

Gangde liked to hear this, so he handed the giant axe over, and said, "Be careful, this thing is heavy!"

The elven poet snorted, and lifted the big axe, as if he had spare strength. As a ninth-level bard, although he can't use a heavy axe, it's not a problem to pick it up. But it's one thing to pick it up, and it's another thing to use it flexibly, as for cutting a finger with this big guy, it's difficult to multiply, not to mention that the elf poet wants to do delicate work, and this finger has to be cut seven or eight times.

As a result, there was an accident on the first attempt, and the giant axe fell a little off, and it was even more erratic, and the weight of the giant axe itself completely smashed the end of the bartender's index finger.

The bartender screamed miserably, and even broke free of Gangde's hand covering his mouth!

The elven poet was sweating profusely, struggling to hold the great axe in one hand, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "What is the name of the ghost! Now this finger can only be cut three more times." I'll talk about what I want to say when I'm done! No one wants to hear it now!"

"I'll say anything!" the bartender was completely devastated, and he finally realized the reality that the people in front of him were no less vicious than Stitch and the Red Gossack.

As the elven poet's hand carrying the giant axe was trembling, and the blade of the axe could fall at any moment, the bartender immediately said everything he knew as quickly as he could.

The Red Cossacks are the largest slave merchant groups in the entire Bloodstained Land, and there are naturally slave camps in the Blue Water Oasis, and there is not only one, but a total of ten camps of three major and seven small, with a limit of 30,000 slaves. There were also thousands of slaves in custody in normal times. In order to take care of such a number of slaves, the Red Cossacks placed a local convoy of 300 people, which was a real elite, not a peripheral cavalry like Hook of Hearts. But the real stronghold of the Red Cossacks was not here, but on the shores of Moon Bay, more than a hundred kilometers to the northwest.

As for Stitch, it is a decisive force in the Blue Water Oasis, with more than 200 cavalry and more than 400 warriors. The Two-Headed Dragon's main business is to protect the order of the Blue Water Oasis with the other five forces. These six so-called forces are actually six organized armed forces, occasionally working as mercenaries, and more often part-time as robbers in the distance. The six forces that maintain the order of the Blue Water Oasis are counted as one side together, with two votes in the Oasis Council, four votes on behalf of the Human Sequoia Kingdom, one vote on behalf of the Marquis of Strength, and one vote on behalf of the Marquis of Strength, as for the remaining ten votes, all belong to the major slave merchant groups, and these ten seats are also the most frequently changed.

The Oasis Council still has some authority, after all, thriving trade requires a relatively stable environment. However, when it comes to key interests, it is not uncommon for the venue to solve the problem off-site.

In the end, according to the bartender, the two-headed dragon Stitch himself had the strength of level fourteen, and there were more than a dozen captains above level twelve. And the most powerful person in the entire Blue Water Oasis was the plenipotentiary representative of the Marquis of Anlek, the sixteenth-level Sacred Swordsman Luo Fu. Because of Luofu's existence, it is also an important reason why Enlek, who is only a marquis, was able to occupy a vote in the Oasis Council.

When the bartender came here, the door of the wine was suddenly slammed open, and several drunks poured into the wine singing together. But the bloody scene in the wine, the constant ** and screams immediately made their drunken sense wake up by three points. When their eyes came into contact with the gazes of a few people who were sitting well and looking coldly at this side, the hangover was already fully awake, and immediately nodded and smiled, "Wrong, wrong!"

Richard picked up his glass, took a sip, tossed it aside, and said, "It's okay." Get ready for the next battle!"

The subordinates got up one after another, and Oral picked up the bartender and asked, "What about this guy?"

"Let it go!" Richard waved his hand casually and walked out of the wine.

As soon as Oral let go of his hand, the bartender immediately collapsed to the ground, as if he would pass out the next moment. But when he stared at Richard's back, there was a trace of extreme resentment in his eyes. Almost everyone followed Richard out of the wine, including Quicksand, who had never touched his hand, but the bartender always felt that something was wrong. He suddenly remembered that he had not seen the handsome but extremely vicious elf appear. He turned his head abruptly and looked back, his pupils reflecting the elven poet wielding his short sword.

Another head flew into the air, and Oral shrugged at the blood-spurting headless corpse and said, "I'm sorry, man, the master must not like the look in your eyes. ”