Mage Joan

In this tense atmosphere, the "Midgard Tribune" still spared no effort to sing its praises for the colonial movement of the west, but to the legitimate rights and interests of the aborigines and their suffering during the colonial movement. Not mentioning a word of the loss of the country is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and inciting a full-scale war between the colonists and the indigenous people.

Especially considering that the literati who wrote articles in the newspapers and the newspaper tycoons behind them, they don’t have to go to the battlefield to fight with the aborigines, and they can instigate others to shed blood for their own interests. Qiao An really Suspect, this group of people just said it nicely, but they didn't really regard the "mud legs" pioneering in the west as siblings.

Suddenly a fierce arguing sounded in his ears, interrupting Qiao'an's thoughts and prompting him to look away from the newspaper.

Two men dressed in cowboys, each holding a deck of cards in their hands, are fiercely accusing each other, seemingly a dispute over gambling.

When one of them heard the other party accusing him of cheating, he overturned the table eagerly, and the scene became more heated.

The people around seemed to be surprised, waiting to see the excitement.

The tavern owner frowned unhappily, bent down and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar, copied it in his hand, and shouted at the two cowboys: "Get out!"

The two people in the conflict turned their heads and looked over at the same time. The moment they met the tavernkeeper’s sight, they seemed to perceive that the one-eyed man’s intimidation was not just verbal. Who dared to make trouble in his shop, he really dared to shoot Killing, they walked out of the tavern door one after another.

The guests in the tavern rushed to the window, craned their necks and looked out, believing that the good show was not over yet.

Sure enough, the two cowboys stood face to face on the street, about 30 yards apart, each holding a shotgun in their hands, staring at each other closely, and the murderousness in their eyes was real.

"What are they doing?" Audrey asked curiously.

"Of course it's a duel!" Hailar replied in a low voice, with excitement in his eyes.

"Fight with a gun?"

"It's more exciting than a sword duel. Life and death can be seen in an instant!" Hailar added, "Of course, this is just a duel between ordinary people. If it is a high-level transcendent professional, even if the vital part is shot, it will be hit. One or two shots don’t necessarily fall."

"The excitement is exciting enough, but unfortunately not elegant enough."

Audrey shrugged and tucked her temples to her ears. It seemed that the romantic "duel" ceremony that was originally exclusive to the noble class had now become a means of fighting for the gangsters and villains in the Wild West. A trace of regret.

The blazing sun at noon shone on the faces of the two gunmen, causing sweat to ooze from their foreheads. They had to squint their eyes to avoid the glare caused by the glare, and they were caught by the opponent.

Time passed by, and there was no more noise in the tavern, and the silence deepened the tension.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the dust that was blowing in the wind swept across the street like a gray dragon.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the two gunners whose silhouettes were shrouded in dust opened fire almost simultaneously.

Gunshots reverberated in the streets, and the two gunmen's marksmanship were very accurate, one fell forward and the other fell on his back, all lying in a pool of blood, breathless.

The onlookers at the tavern window witnessed the death of the duels, and gained great spiritual satisfaction. Their tense nerves relaxed, and they whistled in excitement. Discussing the duel just now, the bar became noisy again.

The two men dressed as travelers exchanged glances, hurriedly left the tavern, headed to the street, sneaking close to the corpse, first grabbed the shotgun in their hands, and then searched for the money bag.

The local residents in the tavern saw the actions of the two outsiders, all with strange smiles on their faces, as if they were waiting for the next good show.

Qiao An noticed the strange expressions of people, and vaguely felt that the two guys who wanted to make money would be out of luck.

At this moment, a black barrel of a gun suddenly emerged from a window on the second floor of the police station across the street. A white light flashed from the muzzle of a man who was touching the corpse.

At the same time as the gunfire sounded, the man who was immersing his head in touching the body soared blood from one temple, and immediately swept the corpse on the street.

His companion shuddered when he heard the gunshot, jumped up in a hurry, and ran away.

A tall man in a police uniform with white sideburns, standing at the window with a gun, holding a pipe in his mouth, reloading bullets in a hurry, and shooting a shot into the sky seemingly casually.

The lead bullet drew a weird arc in the air, suddenly split into countless shrapnel, and fell down the volley, blasting the fugitive who had just turned into the alley into a sieve, and falling **** into the gutter.

The sniper on the second floor of the police station casually put down a musket, sneered while holding a pipe, and shouted, "Sam! Carl! Go out to collect the body!"

"Okay, Mr. Sheriff!"

Two young men in police uniforms hurried out of the police station, dragging away the four short-lived ghosts on the streets.

"This town sheriff, seems to be a ranger?" Qiao An looked at the tavern owner.

The innkeeper nodded calmly: "Sergeant Dixie has always hated outsiders, especially those who don't follow the rules."

"This Grizzly Town...Tsk, it's really ‘unsophisticated folk customs’!" Holden casually mocked holding a beer mug.

At this moment, Qiao An felt a wave of magic power in front of him, and then a ball of red light emerged from mid-air. He held the ball of light to read the letter, then winked at his companions, got up and walked out of the tavern.

Hailar, Audrey and Holden hurriedly followed. The four of them left Grizzly Town and not far from the entrance of the town, they saw two knights in dark green cloaks at the edge of the woods ahead, waving their hands here.

Qiao An hurried up to greet him, and from a distance he recognized that the two on the opposite horseback were the Walsung brothers and sisters.

"Joan, long time no see!"

Hakang laughed and leaped off his horse, rushed over to hug Qiao Ann warmly, and then shook hands with Hailar and Zion.

Slude urged the horse to come over, rolled over and lowered the saddle. According to the traditional Asa's etiquette, he folded his hands on his chest and bowed slightly to Qiao'an. Compared with his brother, his attitude was polite and cold.

"Slud, I know you are in a bad mood, but you can't disagree with Joan and the others, after all, they are different from other colonists!" Hakon was very unhappy with his sister's deliberately cold attitude, "Don't forget Now, from Elk Town to Lake Aosta to Twilight Plain, we have all fought side by side, a fateful friendship!"

"When we face a common enemy, we can indeed form allies temporarily, but when our ethnic groups are in direct conflict, can we still tolerate personal friendship?" Slude asked his brother back.