Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 13 The Chaotic Tavern

A second ago, the people in the tavern were still watching the excitement with great interest, and in the blink of an eye, everyone in the room drew their swords at each other.

"My lords, I beg you, don't use swords here, okay?" The dwarf boss Hasson Steelhammer's scream came from the back kitchen after receiving the report from the waiter.

His vulgar voice was like a stuck horn, dull and harsh.

It's a pity that no one heeded the plea of ​​the dwarf boss, and most people locked their eyes on the half-elf Brian.

"Kill him! Both half-elf and elf will die!" Behind Brian, a drunk local stood up and roared.

"Yes! Kill this ignorant half-elf!"

Then, many locals also echoed and booed at an unbelievably fast speed, like bloodthirsty hounds gnawing at each other.

Although most people responded to the little duke, there were also many experienced mercenaries and adventurers who sat still, and even stretched out their hands to hold down their inexperienced companions, just watching indifferently the battle that would break out at any time.

Brian moved his eyes away from the face of little Duke Artus, who was wearing a confident smile, and calmly felt the anger rising in the crowd.

For him, breaking the siege is undoubtedly the best way.

After all, he was well aware of the weight of these drinkers who responded.

The only thing that made him afraid were the three knights who stood guard at the door.

If he wanted to get past these three well-equipped knights, he couldn't guarantee absolute certainty.

In this low-magic small world banned by the magic net, a certain power of rules that restricts the improvement of strength is also blocking this dying world.

Among the professional groups in Asno Continent, except for the casters who can only cast three-ring spells at most, if the strength of other professionals is displayed in data according to the rules of the game, then the non-caster professions in this world have the highest level Can only be upgraded to level 10.

Among them, the extraordinary threshold between level 4 and level 5 almost stuck most people to death.

Brian had seen this kind of professionals whose strength had reached the extraordinary level in the Holy Land of the Elf and the Tegrila Palace, and had also competed with them.

As a result, one can imagine that in the face of the extraordinary professionals in this world, he has no power to parry at all. Compared with the extraordinary people who walk all over the main material world, the gap is not so big.

He even believes that if these professionals whose strength can reach the extraordinary level, if they practice in the main material world, they may have the opportunity to advance to legend.

Although Bryan's current professional level is only a level 1 battle mage, he has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and has obtained the background specialty of "Master Swordsmanship".Let him remove his own spellcasting means, and his hard power is at least a level 4 professional level. The difference between him and an extraordinary professional is nothing more than 20 points of extraordinary attributes and various powerful professional specialties.

Therefore, as long as he does not meet a rare extraordinary professional, with his own strength, Brian's self-confidence is absolutely worthy of anyone.

But today's situation is different. He is facing a group of people. It's not just a joke to beat the master to death, and it's still a tavern with a small space.

Even if he has the ability to cast spells, it's just a few single spells, and he doesn't have the ability to control the field at all.

Moreover, as a level 1 battle mage, if he casts spells with the help of Austrian Fire, he can only cast up to three spells in one ring, and his own magic power will be exhausted, and he has no ability to turn the tide of battle at all.

This also means that the current situation is extremely unfavorable to him.

Even so, Brian didn't plan to catch him without a fight.

He knew in his heart that all the proud little duke in front of him wanted was his oath of allegiance.

For Brian, the so-called oath is a fart. It is naturally not what he wants to see if he voluntarily submits or is captured by a group of local mobs.

Therefore, even if the situation in front of you is not good for you, you must try to break out of the encirclement.

Having made up his mind, feeling the tense atmosphere, he calmly looked at the dozen or so drinkers in Artus.

The ones he saw most strongly were four noble children in blue steel chain armor, with arrow eagle emblems embroidered on their shoulders, and their immature faces could be seen as going out for the first time, and they had already been dazzled by blood. mind.

There were also two bullish adventurers, two big fools with brains full of muscles, and a bunch of local farmers who had no idea what they were doing.

Brian took advantage of the short break to look around. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and finally locked his eyes on the three knights at the door.

Suddenly, he found that the runny-nosed kid was being driven towards the counter by his knight father.

There was a smile on the corner of Brian's mouth, and he thought of a way to break through and make the little duke willingly bleed.

"My lord, please, don't kill him here!" The dwarf boss ran to Artes and begged bitterly: "If you want to kill him, please go to another place to kill him, and don't leave my place everywhere!" Blood, if someone dies, I won’t be able to do business in the future.”

"Don't worry, I won't kill him, I just want to bring him back to Thorn Castle." Artes glanced at Brian and said, "You have seen it too, I want to recruit him to be a knight of my Swift family, but unfortunately he unwilling."

"Now, under the witness of the gods, I implore you to assist me in capturing him alive. The Silver Griffin family will always be grateful to you. If you are willing to go to Thorn Castle with me to serve, I guarantee it on my own reputation. , and you will be exempted from the first test of the special forces." The confident young Duke Artus Swift gave everyone another shot.

As soon as the words fell, the dozen or so people couldn't sit still anymore, looking eager to try, wishing they could swarm up and knock Brian to the ground.

Even a few experienced mercenaries and adventurers couldn't stand the temptation and slowly stood up, including three adventurers who offered to give up their seats for Artes.

A bunch of idiots!
Brian cursed inwardly.

He looked at their faces one by one. Like Artus said, they would indeed be rewarded by the Swift family and exempted from the first test of the special forces.

In fact, what the so-called special forces will face in the future, I'm afraid that what they see will definitely not be what they imagined when they arrive at Thorn Castle.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, an inappropriate ridicule came from the eager crowd.

The jeers were accompanied by a harsh note from the harp.

Everyone looked sideways, while Brian took the opportunity to look at the three knights who looked like sculptures, thinking about the possibility of his plan.

"In the name of the gods, in the name of the Kingdom of West, and in the name of the Swift family." The half-goat Mario slowly walked out of the crowd holding a harp, waving his conspicuous horns, emerald green His eyes looked at the crowd with a mocking look:

"You have to do everything in the name of the gods, kings, and dukes, so when you go to bed with your wife on your wedding night, do you have to shout in the name of so-and-so, or even the second child who works?" Borrow someone else's?"

The eloquent poet Mario plucked the strings and said with a smile: "If this is the case, then I have to write a beautiful ballad about borrowing someone else's dick. Believe me, this rhyming ballad Ballads will definitely be very popular."

Before Artes and the poet could speak, a commotion erupted in the hall.

People sitting still in their chairs laughed, local peasants yelled foul words at the poet, and grumpy people hammered tables and overturned plates.

Brian even found a burly man pulling out a dagger from the roast lamb, brandishing it and rushing towards the satyr, while his companion bent down and picked up a stool, shouting 'Kill this son of a bitch! Goatman! ' jumped up.

Mario obviously didn't expect the hatred to come so suddenly, he exclaimed, and hurriedly ran towards Brian with the harp in his arms.

Looking at the panicked look of the half-faun man, Brian gave him a speechless look, thinking that the other party almost helped him hold back everyone's hatred, so he lifted his foot and kicked a chair to help him out.

The galloping chair scraped the ground with a shrill scream, and slammed into the legs of the strong man wielding the dagger, causing his staggering body to fall directly onto the sauced trout and Between several gnawed duck leg bones.

However, another strong man took this opportunity to successfully rush to the satyr.

He raised the stool and slammed it with all his strength on the satyr's black horns bent backwards.

The two legs of the stool broke with a 'snap', but the satyr was unscathed. Even Brian, who was beside him, marveled at the obsidian-like hardness of the horn.

Brian quickly pulled the panicked Mario to his side and kicked the strong man in the stomach. He was staring at the stool with two broken legs, so naturally he couldn't dodge.

The strong man let out a scream, and subconsciously reached out to grab the corner of the table to maintain his balance.

Brian added another kick without hesitation, and the screaming strong man tugged on the legs of the table and fell to the ground on his back. A plate of flaming crayfish fell from the table with its large pincers, and it happened to be stuffed in his mouth.

The tavern was in complete chaos, and everyone shouted again, and before Artes gave an order, they swarmed towards Mario and Brian cursing.

Four noble children dressed in blue steel chain armor took the lead, and their speed was very fast.

"Thank you for your help, Poet Mario, now we are clear." Brian let go of the poet's collar and confessed in a relaxed tone, not caring about the crowd that was about to rush up.

"You have to help me, or I will be beaten to death by them." The half-goat Mario said hastily, looking at the ferocious crowd.

Brian was immediately amused by the other party's words. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said with a smile, "Since you are afraid of being beaten to death, why do you dare to sow hatred so recklessly?"

I have to admit that Mario's taunting skills are really good, otherwise it would be a bit difficult for him to stand out from the encirclement.

"I'm not here to help you out." The pale Mario said quickly, "We are friends, you can't leave me behind."

Before he finished speaking, the poet saw Brian draw out his long sword and fight with four noble children in blue steel chain armor. He instinctively wanted to stay away from this battle.

Who would have thought that a blacksmith who smelled of soot all over his body blocked the way with a smirk on his face, while staring at his two sheep's feet and muttering, "Can the legs of a sheep-headed man be made into roasted sheep's feet?" 'His body was locked tightly with open arms with tangled muscles, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

On the other side, facing the siege of four noble children, Brian made a false move with the sword in his hand, and then kicked the crotch of the most vicious attacker. He saw him drop the long sword smoothly, cover his crotch with his hands and roll from his throat. Roaring like a pig butcher, Brian swung his iron fist and slammed the other person hard on the cheek. The other person fell to the ground amidst the splash of blood.

Taking advantage of the time when the other two were helping the wounded, he quickly shifted his position and came to the poet Mario.

Brian first brandished a sharp sword and danced a brilliant sword flower, forcing back the three civilians who just arrived, and then directly stepped on the blacksmith's foot.

Howling, the blacksmith let go of the poet's arms, and jumped up on one foot comically.

"You do it yourself." Brian dropped a sentence, pulled the poet Mario to his side, and pushed him in the direction where only Artes and the little slug were.

Immediately afterwards, holding the sword in his hand, he jumped onto the table and ran towards the counter.

He didn't care about the crazy yelling of the dwarf boss, and kicked the dishes all the way, successfully leaving a group of people behind.

Brian jumped again and landed near the counter. Using his inertia, he leaned over and swung his sword at Artes.

Arthur hurriedly resisted with his sword, and the two swords collided, making dazzling sparks and ear-piercing friction sounds.

The force transmitted from the blade to the palm of the hand made Artes' arm holding the sword feel numb. Just as he was getting ready to fight again, Brian's kick was approaching and kicked him heavily in the chest.

Artus staggered, hit the counter, and shook like a drunk.

——"Secondary electric shock ball!"

Brian quickly stretched out his palm, and with a whisper, crackling electric balls condensed in his palm.

Artes stabilized his body when the dark purple light flashed into his eyes. He looked startled, but it was too late. The whistling electric ball was thrown by Brian on his chest in the mithril armor, and the powerful explosive force hit from his chest , a numb and painful feeling jumped all over his body, and his body once again hit the hard counter firmly.

Brian was not surprised to see that the other party was not harmed.

After all, Artes is wearing a mithril armor. Even without enchantment, this kind of equipment has a good resistance to magic damage.

But his strategic goal has been achieved, and Brian has already rushed to the little slug while Artes rubbed the gap between his shoulders sharply.

It all happened in an instant.

By the time everyone reacted, he had already grabbed the little boy by the collar and lifted him up.

Brian held the little boy who was struggling frantically, and rushed towards the three knights at the door. The restless little boy was frightened by him and cried, screaming at a high decibel.

The shrill voice buzzed in his ears, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

The perennial adventure career made him feel that a danger was approaching.

Just when he noticed that the arcane fire in his body was trembling like a warning, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.

Obviously, his plan was successfully completed.

He quickly put the little guy on the spot gently, and drew back.

The frightened bear kid squatted on the ground, covered his face, and suddenly let out a shrill wail.

In an instant, an astonishing magical energy gushed out of him.

Along with the surge of energy, Bryan also heard a terrible crash and exclamations from many mouths.

As soon as the child's father arrived, he was instantly ejected by this terrifying energy without any warning, smashing a table into pieces.

(End of this chapter)