Diablo Destruction

A barbarian wearing a simple rough-faced beast leather jacket for the afternoon, because of the weather, he left the left shoulder uu, like a leg-like arm, with a tattoo of a mammoth mammoth head, and a blue totem on the left face, let him It looks extremely fierce and fierce.

Originally dressed as a rogue, he could scare the child on the street casually, and drank his face flushed. He looked angry and terrible, like a hungry wild bear who ventured into the city.

And now this beast is holding a big wooden cup in his hand, the mouth of the cup is facing down, shaking constantly, only a few drops of ale are dripping down. Obviously: Hey, there is no more wine in Lao Tzu’s glass, any guy will do. Click to fill Lao Tzu, then don't be conceited.

Combined with the roar that I heard just now, it is not difficult to imagine that this barbarian, as tall as a giant bear, is very fierce.

And the object of his anger, the woman who seemed to be less than his arm, like a mammoth and a deer, with a strong contrast, although the whole body trembling with fear was very pitiful, but her eyes did not flinch and bravely raised Started, looking directly at the savages' glares, and said softly.

"Sir, you are already drunk."

"I don't drink or get drunk, but when does a bar lady take care of the guests who are not drunk?"

The barbarian seemed to hear something funny, smashing the wooden cup down, and the hard table made a trembling noise.

Normally, the bar really doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter how much the guests drink or not. Some people, especially adventurers, come to the bar just to have a few drinks and go up to him to avoid drunk, don't you ask for trouble? ?

However, there are special reasons, such as columns, and so on.

"Adult, there are rules in this shop. Adventurers who come alone are forbidden to get drunk." Although she was afraid of Bess, she explained with patience.

That's right, that's it. Almost every bar has unwritten rules, especially those barbarians who are drunk and like to make trouble.

If you come with a friend, even if a few of them are drunk, someone will stop it, and if a person is drunk, if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome. With the power of an adventurer, you can put one in three or two. The bar was dismantled. It is because of countless times of such painful experiences that the bar sets such rules, even if it offends the guests.

"It is forbidden to get drunk? I just want to get drunk. What can I do?" The barbarian man's lack of patience was obviously worn out. The drunken man hit a wine burp and suddenly swept his thick arms and swiped **** the table. Many objects placed on it were smashed and shattered. One of the cups filled with clear water flew up under the powerful force, just in the direction of Bess.

"Woo~~"

Seeing the cup flying over, Bess was just an ordinary girl after all, knowing that she would hit herself, but her weak body prevented her from making evasive movements, and wailed, she only had time to protect her hands before closing her eyes.

Suffering...worse, the speed is too fast, if you are hit, it will definitely hurt.

Bess closed her eyes tightly and waited helplessly for the coming pain, but after a few seconds, the expected pain did not come from her body, and she could not help opening her eyes.

In the narrow sight, a big hand blocked her in front of her, it seemed to cover the entire field of view, but because of this, Bess felt very at ease, as if it were like a thunder and thundery rainy night, hiding in a narrow closed room, that Kind of safe and warm.

It was this big hand that made Bisi feel inexplicably warm and relieved, blocking the cup that was flying over.

Who is it?

Bess opened her eyes slowly. With the wide field of vision, from the big hands, to the arms, to the shoulders and the whole figure, all appeared in Bess eyes.

That was uh, a **** cloak, back to her, talking.

The familiar voice that lingered in my heart every night made Bisi’s beautiful pupils expand instantly, and then quickly melted and humidified, shrouded in the mist, and the crystal tears poured down from the white face, but I didn’t know. Standing there dumb as if petrified.

"Sorry, this customer, our ale has been sold out, please come back later."

I consciously made a cool temporary guest appearance, think about it, those in the animation, the butler, aren't they all handsome?

As for the details of the cloak dressing, don't care.

"Huh, what? What kind of guy?" Obviously, my chaos didn't stop the chaos, it seemed to have reacted instead.

I saw the drunken barbarian put his big face up, spraying unpleasant heavy alcohol, looked at me up and down, and suddenly laughed.

"Son, wouldn't you like to tell me, come to a hero to save the beauty, yo, everyone come and see, our hero is here, and this outdated cloak, tweeting, tell Uncle Ben, should we It would have been running from ten years ago." After this, it seems to be true, and other onlookers could not help laughing.

Lou: "..." The drunken man can still be so poisonous. This barbarian is really looking for death.

"First of all, even if the hero saves the beauty, I just don't want to let innocent people get hurt by a guy who is drunk." The first finger was raised, and it was shaken gently.

"Second, Lou hates mammoths." He raised his second index finger, tears in his eyes, and remembered the poor old mountain dragon that was eaten.

"Third, my mood is a bit bad now." I gave my fourth thumbs up... Hey, what about the third one? It seems that when I thought about the old mountain dragon, I didn't stretch out my heart. Please don't worry about it.

"Fourth, I think I'm a little bit more powerful than the above reasons." Having enough five reasons, I extended my five-finger hand to the barbarian.

"Interesting, do you want to fight?" The barbarian added a mouth in excitement, and the muscles on his fist kept expanding.

Drunk, he obviously didn't notice that the person in the Greenwood Bar looked at him like a dead man.

It’s a courage or a fool of a first-world Kurastian adventurer to challenge the Alliance Elder, the Continental Gemini, known as the savior.

Only this point, the name of this barbarian, may appear in the future history.

"Pay me the money first and then accompany the battle." I smiled.

"Okay, okay."

This barbarian is obviously not a general militant, and he threw more than ten gold coins without saying a word.

In this way, there will be no worries, really a good boy, I do not want to help him pay.

At the next moment, he gestured a big hand in front of the barbarian, stretched forward, and pressed his bare head on the table.

"Let me go, this bastard, what is the skill of sneak attack!!"

The barbarian apparently didn't respond, and his head was suddenly pressed on the table, struggling and scolding involuntarily.

The adventurers around him took a breath and took a few steps back.

As soon as the expert shot, he knew if there was any such a gesture of reaching out, and they imagined in their minds that even if they changed to themselves, they could not hide.

This strange guy wearing an outdated cloak is so strong that it should have surpassed the level of the barbarian of the Kurast level.

"Well, the guards haven't come yet? It's a lot slower." Estimated the time, I looked outside the bar.

and also……

A glance around is a strange look that makes people feel lost.

This Kurast, is no longer the previous Kurast, Kurt, Deca, Marcos, etc., have already gone to the next area, and the people of Rugaoin have filled it up, and they are already watching one by one. No stranger, no adventurer who can recognize himself.

If Kurt had paid them back, if they were here, they would definitely stand up as soon as possible and drive out the troublesome barbarians.

I thought in my heart that at this time, I really felt the power and sadness of the passage of time. Unconsciously, I came to the Dark Continent almost for the old years, and also sighed with the right and wrong.

The barbarian was still struggling, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the hands on his head were like iron tongs and could not be shaken.

The spirit of the wine faded gradually, the sweat kept coming out, and he finally realized that he was kicking on the iron plate.

The other onlookers were surprised. A druid pressed a barbarian on the table and couldn't move. What happened?

Although the druid is also known for being strong, this strength is not strong. The druid is the physique, and the barbarian is the strength. So, than the endurance, the barbarian may be slightly inferior to the druid, but if Than strength, than power, then the druid is far from the barbarian's opponent.

How strong is a druid in order to hold a barbarian of more than thirty levels with one hand, unable to move, I am afraid that the speculation just now is not enough, this black outdated cloak looks unremarkable, no A little master temperament, the strength has definitely exceeded the level of the first world.

Thinking of this, everyone's pitying eyes couldn't help but fall on the barbarian who couldn't move and blushed.

Finally, the soldiers appeared too late.

"Late," I lowered my cloak hat and whispered.

"Yes... yes, are you?"

Seeing the weird scene in the bar, the soldier couldn't help but get up.

"The reason for being late?" Honestly, I am angry with the actions of these soldiers compared to the barbarians' alcoholism.

"This" team of soldiers murmured.

"Take this guy away, do whatever you want." I sighed.

Get angry and get angry. Although he is an elder, let Omars take care of it. There will always be individual soldiers who like to be lazy. This kind of thing is just like corruption. It can’t be forbidden forever. The fault cannot be picked because there are both Akara and Kane.

"Excuse me..."

The soldier seems to have noticed that this person is not good, this person, wouldn't it be the big man of the alliance, bad, just to chat with friends for a while, and came a little late, it seems that this time will be deducted salary.

"Well, tell Ormas, a guy wearing an outdated cloak, that's it." I said angrily.

"Also, we must tell him the truth about being late."

"Yes... yes, sir."

These soldiers were crying and grimacing, and they were reluctant to continue to question. The savage barbarians who I pressed were pressed away with a spear frame.

"Always have trouble." I lowered my hat and muttered.

I thought it was just a matter of courage. I didn't expect to waste a lot of time to find Bess and save her from injury. These troubles are worth it.

Thinking of Bess, I turned around quickly, and she still stood blankly behind me without leaving, and her cheeks were in tears.

Really a pitiful girl, was scared crying from that scene just now, would you want to take it easy and let the dead Indian Asan keep the barbarian just for a few days?

"Bise, are you okay, don't cry, the troublesome guy has been chased away." I don't see the girl half crying and quickly pulled out her handkerchief, and Bess hesitated.

Afterwards, still wiped up with heart, and wiped away the tears.

"Thank you," Bess flushed, whispering finely.

"Well, it's me who doesn't have to thank me."

I scratched my head embarrassedly, and it would be nice if a smile could solve the problem.

"Please wait a moment, I dress clothes"

Bess has some incoherent words~www.ltnovel.com~ but from the tightly covered wet one, it seems that the movements of some embarrassed female dress can probably guess her thoughts.

Although I just caught the cup, it didn't stop the water spilling from the cup and wet Bess's skirt.

After this, Bess blushed under her face and turned to rub the girl's dressing room upstairs.

Well, is it necessary to exaggerate? Although it is a little wet, but the effect does not appear, you don’t have to panic to change clothes.

The confused eyes fell on the other women, seeking answers, but found that they pursed their lips one by one and avoided my eyes.

It's really uncomfortable, this kind of atmosphere that everyone knows, I am alone in the door.

"Thanks, son."

I don’t know when the charter-in-law appears, no, it’s the bar lady who came over, squeezed a cigarette with a fine smoky gun in his hand

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