There were three people left on the field at the moment, a big man with a mallet, a middle-aged man with a spear, and Nacian.

Nacian waved the sword in his hand and smiled at the two of them as he pretended to be tired, "Why don't you go together and knock me out?" ”

The big man with the mallet didn't know that he was showing weakness to the enemy, and as soon as he heard this, he immediately threw the mallet at him. Unexpectedly, Naxi stumbled and dodged his attack, only to hear a muffled sound, and the gavel was broken in two.

The middle-aged man behind him didn't say a word, and the spear stabbed straight at the back of the big man with the gavel, and the big man hurriedly raised his shield to defend, but he didn't expect three knocks of "da-da-da" sounded behind him. It turned out that it was Nacian's wooden sword that struck him in the back.

Filip announced that the big man with the gavel was eliminated, and only the middle-aged man with the spear and Nacian were left on the field.

"You're no match for me." The middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him and said in a low voice.

Nacian smiled, "You're so confident? ”

The middle-aged man shook the spear in his hand, "I'm a veteran, I've fought battles, and I use killing techniques. ”

Nacian patted the wooden armor on his chest, "Then let me see your technique." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the move, "Look at the move, the tiger offers its claws!" The spear arced and slammed toward Nacian.

Naxi still staggered a few steps and pretended to be panicked, but the wooden sword that was wielded indiscriminately secretly blocked the direction of the middle-aged man's attack.

Although the middle-aged man had been on the battlefield, he fought with ordinary military marksmanship. Fighting in the army, he pays attention to the swiftness of assassination, and does not pay attention to observing the opponent's reaction - anyway, if he misses a hit, his teammates will step forward to replenish the knife - and when the tip of his spear flies away with a sharp whistling sound, he suddenly hears a "clang".

Only then did he notice that Nacian's wooden sword had smashed hard into the head of the spear. Under the violent impact, the wooden spear violently vibrated violently, and almost broke free from his palm.

"This little imp has two hits!" As soon as the middle-aged man was muttering in his heart, Naxi's wooden sword took advantage of the trend to pick it up, raised the barrel of the gun high, and then slashed directly at the middle-aged man's chest!

"Good swordsmanship!" Filip couldn't help but applaud as he watched it, and the onlookers also applauded. Only Father Shraf and the little chubby cat broke out in a cold sweat behind their backs, for fear that something bad would happen to Nacian.

The middle-aged man shook off the barrel of the gun and dodged the sword. Hurriedly rolled on the ground a few times, widened the distance, picked up a wooden knife, and looked at Nacian's appearance in surprise.

There is a huge advantage in beating short weapons with long weapons, and this kid can not only deal with it calmly, but also break his gun momentum at close range, and his strength cannot be underestimated. He stood firm and looked at Nacian with a horizontal sword: "Good boy, it seems that I underestimated you." ”

Nacian smiled innocently. A smile flashed, and the two instantly fought again. The sword came and went as fast as the wind, and the two of them had already fought for more than 20 moves in just a few rounds.

"These two people are amazing." The crowd of onlookers was amazed, they didn't expect that there would be such a master in this city.

With a bang, the two wooden weapons couldn't withstand such a high-intensity bump at all, and both of them broke. Without thinking, Nacian threw a punch, and with a muffled "bang", he suddenly realized: something bad was wrong.

This punch was not an ordinary fist, but he subconsciously used the "Earth Spirit Fist" in the "Earth Rock Mantra". It wouldn't be good if the people in the Red Pavilion found out that he had used soul magic!

Even at the last moment, Nacian had desperately suppressed the soul energy on his body, but the middle-aged man was still knocked back several steps by his punch, clutching the wooden armor on his chest, panting at him.

"The winner of this battle has been decided, please both warriors step down and rest." Filip rang the gong to announce the end of the match.

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Nacian grinned and squeezed out of the crowd with the prize, and was confronted by a panicked Shraf dad and the little fat cat.

"This saddle is very good." Nacian boasted, "Maybe it can be sold for a good price." ”

The little fat cat grabbed his hand, and tears almost fell: "Aren't you afraid that they will arrest you to join the army, what will we do if you leave?" ”

Nacian looked back at the row of recruiting booths next to the review stand, and almost every recruiter was crowded in front of them. "Looks like they don't need me that much." He smiled, "Since it's rare to leave the refugee area, why don't we take this opportunity to go shopping?" ”

So saying, he found a merchant, sold the saddle for fifty silver coins, and took the little fat cat and Father Shraf around the square.

Rowling's original vision was that the square should have a fountain in the center, surrounded by lush greenery and delicate doves of peace.

It's a pity that this is a desert.

If an extravagant fountain were to be built in such a place, Lydia would probably be the first to go up and hammer Rowling's skull. Not to mention the dove of peace, in such a harsh environment, such a delicate animal as the pigeon has no chance of survival.

Since you can't build a fountain, you can only settle for the next best thing, build a sculpture or something.

But Rowling had heard about it for a long time, and she hated statues without laughing, and Lydia also hated idolatry. It's not bad to fix one for Harry, the archon, but this guy looks like a man and a woman, and Rowling can't figure out how to fix it.

But one day, when she passed by the square, she saw many people sweating profusely. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my head, and I built a strange thing.

The thing is surrounded by mirrors with a water pipe standing in the middle. When sunlight is reflected by a mirror to the top of a water pipe, it can boil the water and become water vapor. This water vapor passes through the tubes to drive the turbine and finally drive several fans around the equipment to rotate.

In a way, this solar fan has gone beyond the realm of "sculpture". But its high level of practicality won praise from Bu Laugh, and also surprised many visiting wandering merchants.

The three of them sat down to rest on a bench next to the fan, which was covered by a pergola to block the daylight, and the breeze of the fan was blowing, but it was not as hot and dry as usual.

Looking at the wooden shops on the street, most of them live on the second floor and open on the first floor. This made Nacian a little excited: when will he be able to buy such a shop, so that Father Shraf and the little fat cat can also have a safe home?

"What smell?" Daddy's nose twitched suddenly, and then he showed a strange expression.

Nacian sniffed, "It's just a roast chicken, maybe it's from the shop in front of you?" ”

As he spoke, he felt that there was already a call of gluttony in his stomach, and it was just time to eat at noon. He pulled up the little chubby cat, "Daddy, since he's curious, let's go to that shop and try their roast chicken?" ”

As soon as they heard about the roast chicken, the little chubby cat jumped happily, and when they walked to the front of the shop, they found that the layout here was a little different from what they knew. The shop is very large, full of tables and chairs, and dozens of different dishes occupy different stalls and sell them loudly.

"How can the restaurants in this weird city be different from other places." Father Shraf frowned.

Maybe this kind of food city model has become commonplace for us, but for people in that world, this kind of posture is the first time we have seen it.

Nacian followed the example of others and searched for the source of the aroma of roast chicken between the stalls, and soon saw the sign: "Roasted Mud Eggs". The intimate store was afraid that others would not understand, so he wrote a note below:

"The Great Lord did not smile when he rescued Princess Lydia from the Ice Wolf Castle and encountered a snowstorm, and the princess wrapped pheasants in mud and roasted them in the fire. After cooking, it is fragrant, crispy in the mouth, and has a unique flavor. Our shop has researched to replace mud with wheat bran, which is more clean and hygienic......"

Father Shraf had been cooking for most of his life, and for the first time he heard the story that he could eat food wrapped in mud, he bought one without believing it.

The stall owner helped him crack open the mud shell, and the smell was tangy. Peel out the chicken casually, the white, tender and fresh fragrance makes people drool at a glance.

The little fat cat's eyes lit up, he reached out and pulled a chicken leg, took a big bite and ate it first, and after a while, there were only two chicken bones left in his hand: "It's delicious, it's so delicious, I've never seen such a delicious roast chicken!" ”

The stall owner laughed and said, "Seeing you eat like this, the lord will be scared if he doesn't laugh." ”

Nacian asked curiously, as he paid, "Why do you say that?" ”

The boss counted the copper coins and replied, "You are probably from a foreign country, and you don't know the story of the Lord who rescued Princess Lydia, do you?" ”

He put the change in Nacian's hand and pointed to the text under the storefront sign: "The princess encountered a blizzard on her way to escape. Several people were cold and hungry, and it was the princess who came up with this wonderful method to make roast chicken. But the food was not enough, so without laughing at the lord, he let his subordinates eat roast chicken. ”

"Oh?" Nacian thought to himself: Could it be that guy still has some kind of food with him?

The boss pointed to the chicken leg bones in the little fat cat's hand, "The lord ate a few chicken bones without laughing and survived that blizzard." ”

"Won't it?" Nacian blurted out. As a lord, he is a strong party, how can he be willing to eat only some chicken bones?

The stall boss seemed to see his thoughts, "Lord Buxiao is a strange person, when I first came here, I also saw him teach others how to catch snakes and scorpions. ”

He seemed to think of something, and suddenly whispered with a strange face, "Since you are strangers, I will tell you a secret: in the city of the Red Pavilion, you must not use a stone to smash a black dog. ”

Nacian frowned, "Which school of religion is this?" I've only heard of places where you can't hurt white cows. ”

"It has nothing to do with religion." The stall boss couldn't help but laugh out loud as he spoke, "The lord of the don't laugh is a very mysterious soul master, you should know this, right?" He occasionally turns into a black dog and 'silently' patrols the streets. ”

Nacian's jaw nearly fell to the ground.

Until Father Shraf had almost finished the plate of roast chicken, Nacian's spirit was still in a state of dissociation.