In the corner of the tavern, a bard is playing a lyre, the tune of which is sonorous and powerful.

At the end of the song, he faced everyone, smiled and took off his hat: "Today, the story I want to tell you involves the first emperor who has just been assassinated, His Majesty Arenix. ”

In the noisy tavern, there was silence for a moment.

As the only leisure place for the low-level people, it is often noisy from morning to night, but it is precisely because it is the low-level people that a fantasy and magnificent story is even more attractive.

Everyone was looking forward to the minstrels' tales, and even the tavern owner sat behind the counter, his chin propped up and listening.

The bard cleared his throat and spoke: "It was forty years ago, when the orc Khan Kugit took advantage of the internal and external troubles of the empire to lead an army of 30,000 troops to the border town of Viserysburg. ”

"On the march, he was met by a small mercenary who wished to swear allegiance to him, and this mercenary was our Majesty Arenix. ”

Someone below retorted loudly: "Impossible, how can an ordinary mercenary meet the emperor?"

The bard was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he replied with a smile: "The emperor of that era was not as high as he is now. ”

The man snorted and said no more, reluctantly accepting the statement.

The bard frowned and continued: "Later, His Majesty Arenix met Princess Flosia, the daughter of His Majesty Neretes, who is now Her Majesty the Empress, and he fell in love with her at first sight, and at a banquet, openly stood up and threatened to marry Princess Flosia by virtue of his military exploits. ”

How unashamed was this at the time, and everybody was laughing at him. ”

The bard looked around with a serious expression: "If we didn't know that he was the future Majesty of Arenix, we would have laughed at his inadequacy." ”

The man below couldn't help but sneer: "Is it just a mockery? Now, he will be convicted of offending the royal family and hanged on the gallows." ”

The bard frowned, and followed his words: "Yes, but although His Majesty Arenix's words were a little offensive at the time, who would really take the crazy words of a little mercenary seriously?"

"The same words from the mouth of a great nobleman with great authority? The results are quite different. ”

"Hmm. ”

The man below nodded? Agreed with the bard's interpretation.

The bard breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel beads of sweat on his forehead? Is this time unlucky? ran into a bar spirit, and almost couldn't get off the stage by himself.

He's only twenty-eight years old? The stories are all from the books, and how do you know what happened in the first place.

He gasped? He continued: "Later? His Majesty's army was ambushed by the orcs, wolf cavalry and rangers, was it His Majesty Arenix, who was still a small mercenary at the time, who turned the tide? With a spear? An iron sword repelled the enemy, and that night he counted the heads, and he alone killed more than 300 orc cavalry. ”

"Cut, there are only more than 300 people. ”

The man really opened his mouth again: "I don't believe it? In the original army, couldn't find one or two sword masters? Some time ago, the orcs were in civil strife, and the sword saint of Yojon took care of thousands of orcs alone? You're not right at all!"

The bard's eyes widened: "That's the orcs of your heyday! How can it be compared to the orc women and children who have been attached to it now?"

"Anyway, I don't think it's reasonable? His Majesty Arenal in my mind? It has always belonged to the emperor with great wisdom, not a warrior with high martial arts as you say. ”

The bard's face turned pale.

The audience who gathered around to listen also shouted: "You kid talk nonsense, be careful that Lao Tzu throws it out for you." ”

"I'm here to listen to the story, not to hear you talk nonsense here. ”

The man below stiffened his neck and shouted, "He's wrong, you guys listen to the shit, it's really a bunch of waste who only deserve to be mixed at the bottom." ”

After saying that, before the angry crowd could find him, he ran away.

Those who remained lost interest in listening to the story and soon dispersed.

The bard looked at the empty reward bowl tonight, and clenched his fists: "The bar spirit will die." ”

Nails, pierced flesh.

His eyes shimmered with a scarlet color.

But at this moment, a terrifying roar exploded like thunder, and the bard stopped what he was doing, and through the window he could see two behemoths standing in the darkness.

The distortion that had just appeared on his body surface had stopped again.

Demons, although chaotic and disorderly, but as long as it is life, it cannot escape the four words of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

So, it chose to wait.

Whoever wins, it hugs whoever has a thigh, and the demons are so realistic, and no one has ever expected them to be able to help them.

...

The moonlight, dim and dull, all around, I can't see my fingers.

Only the giant werewolf, like a black hole that engulfed all the light, still emitted a bright light.

Although the divine power is hidden in the body and will not be easily seen through by others, at the level of the two of them, they can see through each other's heels at a glance.

So Chalotra's flaming-breathing head never started.

Bang......

Leon's body was pierced, but he just exploded into a ball of flames with a thud, and then reformed his body hundreds of meters away.

"Chalotra, you have lived nearly two hundred years longer than me, you are the earliest witcher, but I have to conclude that the present will win over the ancient, and you will live to the belly of a dog in these two hundred years. ”

"Hahaha, Leon, do you think you can provoke me with just a few words?"

"Yes, you did, but you don't know that I, in anger, am the most terrible. ”

"Why, you're still going to perform a sliding shovel for me in extreme anger?"

"Oh, when you die, I will pull out your tongue and seal your soul in it, and from time to time take it out to remember your former witty words. ”

Although the terrier had a good time, Leon had to admit that Chalotra in a state of anger was more difficult than before, and he didn't show any irrationality at all.

At this time, he is simply a killing machine, precise and efficient.

"I'm afraid you don't know, in order to create the wolf school, I searched all over the world and personally dissected the corpses of more than 300 werewolves, and no one knows the life of werewolves better than me. ”

"It's just that I've dissected some low-level werewolves, is there even any high-order in this? And there are already two high-order demons who died in my hands. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Whether it's a big deal or not, you'll soon find out. ”

A swirling black flame swirled around Leon's body, an outward manifestation of the power of his armor combined with the power of the flame's divinity.