Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 184 Tavern
The dawn was cold and gray, but soon the silence of the morning was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps on the stone pavement.

Greenwood Town is very uneasy today.

Because people died last night, and a lot of people died.

A relatively intact village near the town, which was the stronghold of the plundering mercenary group, was killed overnight.

Especially among the more than 30 sentinels on duty scattered around the periphery, none of them survived, and most of them were killed by a single sword.

You must know that this group of mercenaries who licked blood on the edge of the knife have survived to this day. Most of them are people with rich experience in adventure and combat. If not, they would not rush here from Longshou Port to deal with the mercenaries in the forest Elf Ranger.

However, this group of mercenaries were killed like chickens and dogs.

What really shocked many ruthless mercenaries was that even the supreme commander of the plundering mercenary group sent here, the deputy head of the ogre, also died here.

As a member of the plundering mercenary group, he was well aware of the terrifying strength of their ogre deputy head, but last night, he was killed by a person who couldn't even pronounce his name.

Originally, most people thought that the 'crazy hunter' Carlot did it.

However, this unreliable guess, after some survivors saw the body of their deputy leader, they all expressed that there might be someone else involved.

Because from the dilated pupils of fear and distorted facial expressions of the deputy head of the ogre, it can be seen that he must have died in great pain during his lifetime.

That's exactly what happened.

Most of the ogre's broad chest was corroded by the dark green strong acid, revealing the terrifying black ribs. It was obvious that the whole body had suffered a strong lightning strike, so that there was no complete place on the scorched corpse.

It can be seen from this that their deputy head was definitely killed by a mysterious wizard.

The most critical thing is that that night, after the mysterious wizard successfully escaped from the mercenary stronghold, he jumped into the second encirclement set by Sir Duremo of the Rose Army for the 'Crazy Hunter' Carrot.

The soldiers of the Tasha were still excited, thinking that this wizard who was almost exhausted in spells and physical strength would definitely be captured alive, but this wizard drew out his sharp sword like a berserker, and in the siege of the Rose Army, he killed people very much. Trembling with fear, he finally dropped another roaring fireball and left gracefully.

It's hard to imagine that in the eyes of the world, wizards who like to hide in high towers, read large books, and stir potions with a shovel at the same time, actually intervene in the affairs of soldiers, doing better than soldiers. even better.

It is said that several gnoll hunters who were good at tracking blood traces from the Plunder Mercenary Group searched for a whole night, but they did not find any traces of wizards and rangers.

The entire Rose Army and the few surviving mercenaries in Greenwood Town were shocked.

Overnight, this mysterious wizard whose strength was comparable to that of the 'mad hunter' Carlot spread throughout Greenwood Town, casting a cloud of gloom on the faces of most people in the town.

Because no one can guarantee whether this mysterious wizard will choose to attack the people of Greenwood Town tonight like he did last night.

Moreover, the few surviving people saw with their own eyes that the 'crazy hunter' Carlot and the wizard left together.

In other words, this was a premeditated massacre.

Originally, an elf ranger was a headache for most mercenaries, but now there was a wizard who was even more troublesome than a ranger. For them, this was simply despair.

After all, any experienced adventurer would know the true meaning of the phrase 'only wizards can deal with wizards'.

Even the most unimaginative warriors and shameless thieves know that the power of magic must not be underestimated.

Otherwise, their adventurous career ended as magnificently as the deputy captain of the ogre.

At the same time, a lively conversation was taking place in a dark tavern in Greenwood Town that smelled of tobacco and alcohol.

A noble knight with long hair, wearing sleeveless chain mail and a black coat, was shouting at the two merchants in front of him.

Beside the knight, there was a companion sitting on a stool watching the excitement. His head was bandaged and his face had a cold and gloomy expression.

"Fuck your mother!"

The knight slammed his fist on the wine table that was about to fall apart, startling the tavern owner on the side.

He stood up straight, straightened his collar, and looked coldly at the two businessmen in front of him, "It is absolutely impossible to release the imprisoned non-human race, this is our bargaining chip against 'Green Chaos' .”

"You are killing yourself!"

A businessman shouted, looking at the angry knight without fear, and put a short staff under the knight's nose, "As long as you don't let these innocent civilians go, you will be killed by rangers and wizards one more day." The risk of killing, isn’t the lesson from last night not profound enough?”

"Crazy hunter Carlot is the leader of the 'Sparrow Party', and his purpose of doing this is obvious." Another businessman said: "There is no doubt that he went to the city of wizards to invite a wizard. The killing last night , is to warn you group of big soldiers, you are looking for your own death!"

"The elves must be wiped out!"

The knight clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth: "Now, in the whole of Amastacia, everyone knows that the elves are like green chaos, representing death and destruction. Ever since the famine started in the kingdom, these damned elves have appeared quickly , fell into our rear and massacred our troops."

"This is your fault."

The businessman holding a short staff commented sullenly: "You, and other nobles and knights did it. You oppressed non-human races, occupied their forests, and did not allow them to live in their own way. Now you have paid the price. And we merchants, have been hauling goods on this road, and no elf has ever stopped us except bandits and vile humanoids. We don't need you useless armies."

"That's right."

Another businessman said: "If the elves in the Dusk Forest want to get out of the forest, the first thing they need to deal with is the evil humanoid creature. Fees, but there are too many big-headed soldiers who can't fulfill their obligations.

Imagine the dangers we would face if there were no elves in the Duskwood.Goblins, kobolds, jackals, and even a group of inhuman mercenaries like the Raider Mercenary Group..."

"Fart! I don't care if it's a gnoll or an elf who hides in the bushes and wants to shoot me through the heart. Last night, the hut above my head was on fire. It doesn't matter who lit it?" On the head The bandaged knight suddenly shouted:

"You two bitches say that elves are better than mercenaries? Fuck you! Mercenaries want money, but elves just want to see us bleed. Not everyone has gold, but I have blood in my veins. I'm bleeding. I dare to swear by the gods in the sky that I have never harmed an inhuman race in my life, but you see, my head was scratched by an elf's arrow last night. If I hadn't been short, , I'm afraid even my skull will be torn off. If those big-headed soldiers you scolded hadn't dragged me back, I would have slept underground long ago..."

"That's right!"

The noble knight slammed his fist on the table again, frightening a girl delivering wine, "Therefore, the elves must be eliminated! The elves, half-elves, dwarves, dwarves, and halflings captured in Greenwood Town It's the same, although they hold the banner of peace in human society, but when we are fighting the elves, they hide the elves, and secretly send them food and replenish their manpower.

We indulge them too much, we tolerate them, see them as human beings, as our fellow citizens, only for them to stab us in the back.Therefore, Sir Durimor is right. Every non-human race in Greenwood Town is not innocent. They are as hateful as the elves. Otherwise, we would not have spent so much money to occupy this town. "

"It's reasonable. From our respective standpoints, what the knight and the businessman said is absolutely correct." In the inconspicuous corner of the tavern, Carlot, the elf ranger dressed as a mercenary, smiled at the person sitting opposite him.

"Knights are out for their own honor, while businessmen are out for profit." Brian frowned, evaluating both parties in the quarrel.

As a wizard, it was not difficult for him to sneak into Greenwood Town in disguise.

What's more, what he didn't expect was that, apart from some famous chambers of commerce, many taverns in the town were operating normally.

However, it can be seen from the bitter look on the tavern owner's face that the other party must have been forced.

So the two of them took this opportunity to come here and try to get some valuable information.

"That's right, so I don't like dealing with these upper-class humans the least."

Carlot looked at everything around him with great interest, "Because of their short lifespans, let them continue to fight for their goals in their lifetime, even at any cost. Sometimes, even I have to admit, in the conspiracy and Humans are indeed masters at treachery."

Drow are experts in conspiracy and betrayal. It's a pity that there are no such elves in this world. Otherwise, it would be very exciting, Brian thought to himself.

"So, you are still a victim in this regard?" He looked curiously into the ranger's amber eyes with casual eyes.

"Of course, listen to me telling you a story. You will know how sinister the human heart is." The ranger nodded slightly and began to tell the story in a low voice. He looked calm as if he was sitting by the stove in his own home. , rather than within the enemy.

"A farmer was walking through the forest on his way to the market, with a large sack slung over his shoulder, and beside him came a wolf, which had just escaped from a trap, and was running for his life, followed by the hunter. The wolf saw the farmer and begged him for help, so the farmer hid the wolf in his pocket, and the hunter came, and the farmer said he hadn't seen the wolf, and when everything was safe, he opened the pocket, and the wolf jumped out, showing his fierce face eat him."

"Help such a creature, that person is really stupid." Brian commented with interest.

In fact, he had already guessed the ending of the story, but he did not disturb the other party's interest rudely.

"Indeed."

The ranger nodded and continued: "The farmer begged to spare his life and reminded the wolf that he had saved it from the hunter, but the wolf simply replied: Do you know what betrayal is?
Just then, a fox came, so the farmer told it what happened. The fox winked at the wolf and replied, "I don't believe your story at all. The wolf is so big that it is impossible to get into the pocket." '

So, the wolf, who was eager to prove his story, got into the bag. The fox quickly bit the rope at the mouth of the bag, tied the bag tightly, and said to the farmer, "kill him quickly, and then we will talk about how you will repay me for saving my life." Grace. ’ The farmer picked up a stone and killed the wolf, then turned around and killed the fox. "

Brian smiled because the unexpected twist at the end of the story was really funny.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly knocked open, and a group of mercenaries pushed in.

Brian and Carlot looked at each other, each raising their vigilance.

The expressions of the quarreling knights and merchants changed, and they quickly got up and left through the back door of the tavern.

"Boss, serve the wine and meat as quickly as possible!" The mercenary who spoke was a strong human with an iron half helmet on his head.

The tavern owner looked shocked and quickly signaled the girl not far away to hide.

"Yes, there is another girl here."

Unfortunately, it was too late. A man wearing a torn leather cloak with a sick look on his face smiled and said, "Although it's a bit ugly, this is indeed the most satisfying thing I have encountered since last night. So, this is a good start."

"You can't do this!"

The tavern owner hurriedly protected the girl behind him, "Sir Durymore said that as long as I serve you food and drink, you must not do anything to us. You just nodded and agreed."

"Pooh!"

The mercenary wearing an iron half-helmet spit, "Of course I know about this, but as soon as today is over and we kill those non-human races, we will leave here, who the hell cares about these things. Then Come down, this girl is ours, I hope that part of her won’t be as ugly as her face.”

"It's okay, we can turn around and do it from the back." A mercenary with a bandaged arm suggested to everyone. He had long unkempt hair and wore a chain mail repaired with rusty wire. The new boots on his back were obviously stolen, with shiny buckles.

"That's not okay. Wouldn't it deprive her of the pleasure of watching me fuck her?" the mercenary wearing an iron half-helmet said reluctantly, and all the other mercenaries laughed openly.

"This is a silver coin."

The sick mercenary took out a coin from his dirty pocket and threw it to the tavern owner, "There are 11 of us in total, so you still need to find me 89 copper coins, because your child is only worth this price."

"Boss, remember, this is a deal between us, and it's the same if you sue Sir Durymore. If you are sensible, quickly find the money, beg our forgiveness, and thank us for taking care of your business." Wearing The mercenary in the iron half-helmet laughed loudly.

Everyone stared at the frightened father and daughter and laughed wildly.

The loudest among them was the mercenary with a bandaged arm, dripping snot from his nose into his messy black beard.

Immediately afterwards, a mercenary rushed up excitedly, kicked the tavern owner away, grabbed the girl by a braid and collar, threw her on the wine table, and began to tear off her petticoat.

The others rushed over like wolves. Although the girl struggled hard, how could she be the opponent of this group of thugs.

The girl let out a long, piercing scream, and the mercenaries responded with raw, maniacal laughter.

"It seems that the lesson of last night did not bring them fear." The elf ranger whispered in the shadows.

"Fear." Brian said softly, "It is human nature, and they are no longer human."

"Yes, they are just a pile of rotten meat." The elf ranger carefully took out his magic longbow, "rotten meat that was pierced by my sharp arrow."

"Beforehand, there are 11 of them."

Brian said with a serious face: "The town is full of mercenaries and rose soldiers, and your arrows can't kill them all quietly. Don't forget the purpose of our coming here. If you do this, It is very likely that it will scare the enemy and ruin our rescue plan."

"So? You want me to stand by and watch?" The elf ranger stroked the gray wisp on his forehead, gripped his longbow tightly, and was ready to go.

"That's not it."

Brian smiled. He stretched out his hand to press the hilt of his sword, and looked out the door, "Actually, I'm the same as you, and I don't like to stand by. But first, we have to prevent them from escaping. We must close the door and beat the dogs."

(End of this chapter)