Heavy Armored Violent Thief

"Hi, Wu, it seems like you haven't been here for a long time." Just as Wu Song entered the door, Uncle Keweier, the bartender at Morun Tavern, greeted Wu Song warmly.

"I haven't been here for a while, and I went out to complete a task." Wu Song smiled. He had a good impression of this wretched uncle who had a broken arm, liked to drink, and liked to pat girls' buttocks.

"It's good to be back." Kewell patted Wu Song's shoulder affectionately and nodded. For an adventurer with his head pinned to his belt, this is already the best blessing.He took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Wu Song and asked, "What do you want to eat? Today, Sasha is here, so you are lucky."

"That's the same." Wu Songkeweier smiled, walked to the corner of the tavern and sat down, watching the noisy world quietly, as if he was just a passerby.

The old look Wu Song talked about was actually just three things, a smoked chicken, a plate of beef, and a glass of strawberry wine. These things seemed ordinary, but for adventurers, this was already a very luxurious dinner.

Maybe I will die in the wilderness tomorrow, so I must be kind to myself today.This is what Wu Song has been silently telling himself. After several months of trials between life and death, his fear of death has gradually faded away. Wu Song is not afraid of death, but cherishes the time he is alive. I will work hard to make myself eat better and live more nourished.

Wu Song doesn't like to drink, the reason why he wants strawberry wine is because Morun Tavern doesn't have other beverages except wine, and strawberry wine is the lowest alcohol content, but Wu Song likes meat very much, this guy is not too tall nor Fat, but one person can easily kill a whole chicken and a large plate of beef weighing two catties.

Many people came to Morun Tavern to drink, but few people to eat, so what Wu Song asked for was quickly served. Wu Song picked up a knife and fork to skillfully dismember the smoked chicken, and cut the whole piece of beef into pieces. Small slices, savoring his own delicacy carefully.

As the sun sets, the Morun Tavern becomes lively at night. Many adventurers work during the day and go to the tavern for a drink at night. The adventurers gather together. Just drinking seems a bit boring. At this time, the adventurers will Spontaneously get together to organize some entertainment programs, arm wrestling seems to be a good choice.

"Is there anyone else who dares to compete? Are all the adventurers in Mill Town useless? Isn't there an upright man standing up?" At the table where the arm wrestling competition was held, a man in black leather A, a man with a thin figure and a pale face yelled in a sharp voice. There were several people dressed similarly to him standing beside him. Among them, a strong man stood [-] meters away and was taller than the others in the crowd. A large part of it was as eye-catching as standing out from the crowd. It was this guy who broke the arms of five adventurers in a row.

A few outsiders shouted while drinking, and most of the adventurers around the table were very angry. Some of these adventurers who often come to Morun Tavern temporarily live in Mill Town, and some have already settled down here. Many of them have completely regarded themselves as people from Mill Town, and now some people are clamoring at the door, and the adventurers are very angry.However, I was angry and angry, but no one was willing to stand up. On the one hand, it was because that big man was too strong. Among the five people who went up to compete with him before, two were level [-] ability users, and one was known for his strength. However, the arms of this guy were still twisted by this guy. If we infer from this, the strength of the strong man has reached a terrifying level, and he is very likely to be an ability user above level eight. In a small town, ability users above level eight are already quite remarkable existences.

Another reason why the adventurers dare not go forward is the inverted triangle tattoo on the forehead of this group of people, which is the iconic tattoo of the Stinger Mercenary Group.No one knew who these people were, but there were not many adventurers who often hang out in the area around Boulder City who didn't recognize this tattoo.

The mercenary group is a large organization formed by the gathering of adventurers. Many difficult tasks issued by the adventurer's guild cannot be completed by three or five people. In order to complete such large-scale tasks to obtain rewards, A lot of adventurers gathered together, and everyone united and cooperated to complete tasks. These people always do tasks together, and over time they have formed a large force. Besides doing tasks issued by the Adventurer's Guild, these forces , and often help the military to complete some tasks, this nature is somewhat similar to mercenaries, so these large groups of adventurers are called mercenary groups.

The headquarters of the Stinger Mercenary Corps is in Keren Town, one of the three major towns around Boulder City. The guy's reputation is not very good. Many adventurers who often hang out in this area know that the Stinger Mercenary Group is said to be a mercenary group, but in fact it is no different from robbers. They have done countless things in the wild. However, due to the strong strength of the Stinger mercenary group, plus they have a leader of a ninth-level power user, many adventurers dare not speak out against these guys!

"Damn, what a disappointment. Is there no one in Mill Town?" The tavern, which was supposed to be extremely noisy, was unusually quiet, only a few people from the Stinger Mercenary Group kept cursing.

"I'm coming!" There was a sudden roar from the crowd, and the adventurers suddenly became excited. Everyone turned their heads, but they were shocked to find that the old bartender Keweier rushed forward.

Cowell was almost fifty years old, and there were rumors that the old man had been an adventurer a long time ago, but then he broke an arm and became disabled, so he went to a tavern to work as a bartender and lived a comfortable life.

Many adventurers were taken aback when they saw Kewell rushing up, and then showed worried expressions. Although this old guy is usually a bit lewd, he is still very popular. Most of the adventurers who often drink here have a close relationship with him. good.

"Old man, you only have one arm left. If this arm is twisted again, then you will have to lie on the ground like a dog and lick with your tongue after eating." The strong man glanced at Kewei contemptuously. Er, he cursed a few words indifferently, apparently not paying attention to this old guy with a big beard and only one arm, and the other stinger mercenary groups were all shocked when they heard the strong man's scolding. There was a burst of laughter.

"Haha, boy, don't you just play tricks like a bitch? You'll have to try to find out who broke an arm." When it comes to talking tricks, Kewell, who has spent half his life in pubs, is not bad either. His bold laughter immediately drew applause from the group of adventurers around him. No matter whether he wins or loses, at least someone like Kewell, who knows that the opponent is the Stinger Mercenary Group, has the courage to shout his name. This courage is commendable.

"I'll see you later." The strong man bent down and put his arms on the table.

"Come on!" Kewell rolled up his oil-stained sleeves with his mouth, exposing his relatively strong arms, and reached out to hold the hands of the strong man.

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