Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 185 Plan
Brian stood up slowly, his hand on the hilt of the sword never leaving.

Even if he didn't turn around to check, he could hear the harsh laughter of the mercenaries, the terrified screams of the girls, and the desperate begging of the tavern owner.

No doubt they were slapping the girl on the table, ready to have fun.

He involuntarily took a deep breath, and to his surprise, every breath made him more murderous. Although the wizard's reason could calm him down quickly, he didn't want to do it because he also wanted to have some fun.

"Who? Stop!"

A mercenary with a pockmarked face noticed Brian's actions and those cold eyes. He instinctively raised the weapon in his hand and warned him: "Get out of here before I get angry! You disturbed me!" I'm interested in it, and I'll see you later."

"You can try." Brian clenched the hilt of his sword, looking straight into his eyes.

"What? You..." The mercenary was stunned for a moment, feeling the inexplicable chill in the other's sharp eyes, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

However, before he could finish his words, a translucent sharp arrow made of condensed air hit his chest, and the powerful impact made him fall on his back.

Before he fell to the ground, Brian heard the sound of the second arrow piercing the air, the second half-orc mercenary was hit by the arrow, and the translucent arrow of wind element pierced through his hands while he was undoing his trouser belt. Pass.

The half-orc mercenary wailed like a beast, and his burly body bent down on a bench. With the sound of 'click', the chair was smashed in half.

The vigilant orc mercenary was the first to react. Looking at the two corpses that fell to the ground almost at the same time, he made the most correct judgment for him at the moment.

The orc mercenary didn't even say hello, he turned around and ran towards the door of the tavern without hesitation, smashing a table and chair blocking his way to pieces.

"boom!"

Just when the orc mercenary was about to rush out, a fierce strong wind passed by without warning, stinging his eyes and making him unable to help but close them.

Immediately afterwards, the mercenary's eyes darkened, and he was hit by the heavy door like a drunken man. He swayed and fell to the ground on his back.

The panicked orc mercenary quickly opened his eyes and subconsciously looked up, just in time to see a gleaming sword blade growing bigger and bigger in his bloodshot pupils.

He roared in vain, still unable to stop the sharp blade from cutting off the arms he was trying to block, and then slashing his throat.

After finishing off the orc mercenaries, Brian rushed among them before the other mercenaries came back to their senses and picked up their weapons.

The sharp blade directly tore through the air, a head full of fear dragged a stream of scarlet blood to draw an arc, fell to the floor, and rolled in front of the tavern owner, directly frightening him into unconsciousness .

The remains of the mercenary fell stiffly and heavily on the table. Scarlet blood gurgled and condensed into a pool of lustrous water on the table.

The fallen corpses and spurting blood made the merry-go-round scream in unison.

The mercenary wearing a torn leather cloak with a sick face just took off his pants and was about to pull them up. Brian kicked with all his strength, with a very clear goal, and the reward was a scream of pain. The shrill voice was at least worse than before. girls are ten times taller.

The mercenary with a face as pale as paper was kicked to the ground beside him, moaning and curling up into an overcooked lobster.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sword 'mercifully' cut his neck, helping him end this heart-piercing pain.

The mercenary wearing an iron half-helmet was about to run away, but he forgot that the pants he had taken off were still wrapped around his knees, causing him to trip and fall in panic.

With a crisp sound, his chin landed precisely on the hard corner of the table.

The mercenary, whose mouth was full of blood, struggled to steady himself and tried to pull up his pants.

An inexplicable chill made his whole body shiver.

He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Brian who appeared in front of him with a look of horror.

Seeing the other party waving the sharp sword in his hand, the mercenary instinctively dropped half of his trousers and covered his head with his hands.

There was a piercing sound.

The sharp blade cut off the mercenary's wrist at the root, tore off the iron half-helmet, and left a deep gash on his head, causing him to fall on his back.

The other mercenaries fled in different directions one after another, only hated that their legs could not run fast enough.

But in a closed space like a tavern, Brian was faster. Like an excellent hunter, he chased them one after another and sent them on their way.

He cornered a mercenary who was in a panic and full of fear, and the other party picked up a bench in an attempt to defend himself, but the fear made his hands and feet dull, and he couldn't make a decent resistance at all.

Brian swung his sword sharply, and blood spattered his face again.

The last mercenary smashed open the window and jumped down, like a bird out of its cage, longing for the vast sky.

The elf ranger who got rid of the last mercenary in the hall unhurriedly pulled out the bow string. The flowing air condensed into a translucent sharp arrow on the drawn bow string at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, he galloped out of the smashed window.

The mercenary screamed and fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Are you shocked by my precise archery?" The elf ranger walked to Brian and smiled narcissistically.

"Fuck it!"

With a thought of Brian, the energy of magic made the blood on his face, clothes, and sword condense into a ball of blood, which fell to the ground, "The corpses of the mercenaries are outside, and soon there will be a lot of people with noses as smart as dogs." The companions tracked here."

In fact, he already felt that this elf ranger definitely did it on purpose.

After all, with his strength, how could it be possible for a mercenary to escape outside the house.

"By the time they come, we will have been far away."

Carlot stroked a bunch of gray hair from his forehead to the back of his pointed ears, and smiled nonchalantly, "Could it be that you still plan to spend the night in this tavern? Bryan, your layout is too small."

"You are planning to let the mercenaries and army in Greenwood Town discover this corpse and cause panic. In this way, we can take advantage of the chaos and attack." Brian nodded slightly, guessing the real intention of the other party.

"That's right." The elf ranger sat on the table, dangling his legs, and looked at Brian, "I've heard rumors about you. As a wizard, you killed 2 mercenaries in less than 6 minutes. It’s so fast that it’s unbelievable to me, it’s worthy of being the champion of the Golden Feather City Competition.”

"There's nothing to brag about." Brian sheathed his long sword and didn't accept his praise. "A group of mercenaries with brains like sperm don't even have a decent self-defense."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl with long braids put her hands on the ground, sat up on her knees, stood up unsteadily, and tugged at her torn dress with trembling hands in vain.

When she saw her father being crushed on top of a mercenary with a headless corpse, her thin body shook, and then she struggled to stabilize it.

She forced the tears in her eyes not to flow out, wiped her face with uncoordinated movements, stepped over the corpse of a mercenary, held on to the handrail of the stairs, and walked unsteadily to the second floor.

"Hey, wait." The elf ranger also noticed, and quickly shouted: "Little girl, do you need help?"

The girl didn't look back, she tripped over a corpse of a mercenary lying on the steps of the stairs with an arrow in her chest, and almost fell, but fortunately she grabbed the handrail in time, then hurriedly walked into the room, and closed the room heavily. Door.

"Did you see that? I said a long time ago that human beings are a model of knowing how to repay kindness." The elf ranger commented.

"At least she's not a 'farmer.'"

Brian gave him an angry look, "Besides, in this situation, what do you think you can do to help her, help her put on her torn dress? Or use your charming face to soothe her hurt heart?"

"... To be reasonable, we don't look like 'foxes'." Carlot gave him a speechless look, retorted stiffly, and walked towards the tavern owner who was stunned and fainted.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Carlot the 'Mad Hunter', I won't hurt you, your girl is now safe and sound in the room on the second floor." The elf ranger squatted on the ground, moving the mercenary's body away, He woke up the tavern owner, and said straight to the point:
"The purpose of our coming here is to save those imprisoned non-human races. Therefore, I need to know some valuable information. For example, where does Sir Durremore live? If you know, please tell me quickly. We are in a hurry. .”

Brian stood aside, his vigilant eyes drifting out of the window from time to time.

"I . . . I know . . . know where Sir Durremore lives."

The tavern owner looked around in panic, but he didn't find his child. His expression relaxed, and he quickly looked at the amber eyes of the elf ranger full of kindness, and said:

"Sir Durymore lives in one of the most magnificent mansions in the southeast corner of the town. Just by looking at it, you can tell that this manor is extremely heavily guarded. It was originally a businessman..."

"Who owns the house, we don't need to know."

Brian stopped the nonsense of the tavern owner, stared at him coldly, inadvertently penetrated into his heart with magical energy, felt his strong mood swings, and asked: "I just want to confirm whether the other party is really live there."

"I...everything I said...is true, I didn't...I didn't lie to you, I swear in the name of the gods." The tavern owner shrank his head in shock from his cold black eyes, and assured him with trembling words road.

"Let's go." Brian turned and walked towards the passage in the backyard of the hall.

He heard dense footsteps approaching here, no doubt, someone found the corpse of the mercenary outside the door.

If they still stay here, a group of soldiers and mercenaries will be waiting for the two of them next.

Naturally, he didn't want to cause trouble at this time, and what he wanted to see most was letting them run around the town like headless chickens.

"Hey, wait for me, where are you going?" The elf ranger signaled the tavern owner to hide quickly, followed Brian's footsteps, and asked.

"Didn't we already know the other party's residence, so naturally we should kill him." Brian said as he walked.

This is one of the many ways the two have come up with to save the non-human race, and in his opinion, this is the simplest and most direct way.

As long as the supreme commander of Greenwood Town is killed, Greenwood Town will immediately fall into chaos without a leader.

Then they can take advantage of the elves' attack on the town to rescue those who are being held captive.

When everything was over, he happened to have completed his mission. He took the elves to hand over the dwarves' goods, and went down the Yuexi River to the city of Abrera.

"Just like this?" The elf ranger looked at him suspiciously, "You are not afraid that this boss is a 'farmer', even if the news is true, with the strength of Sir Durremo and his guards, I don't think the two of us can Kill him openly and leave him safe and sound."

"So, what do you think should be done?" Brian pushed open the gate of the backyard, stopped, and looked at the ranger in front of him.

He had heard a long time ago that this Sir Durymo was a warrior whose strength had reached the extraordinary level, but he didn't care.

Because he didn't think that a heavily armored fighter could threaten his flexible self.

In fact, as a wizard, what he is best at is dealing with this kind of heavy armor warrior who is like a living target.

The only troublesome thing for him is how to quickly break through the opponent's heavily guarded manor.

Last night, the reason why they were able to escape unscathed was mainly because the Rose Army did not carry many long-range crossbows out of the desire to capture them alive.

Today was different, he could even imagine the scene where the two of them were covered by arrow rain as soon as they showed their heads.

He thought about it quickly, and soon came up with a method worth trying.

"To be reasonable, we need a long-term plan on this matter, I think, we need to come up with a careful and rigorous plan..." The elf ranger frowned and began to think.

"When you figure out a way, I'm afraid those who need you to save will have been killed long ago." Brian interrupted his thinking, "Didn't you listen to what the group of mercenaries said just now, this Du Ruimo The Jazz intend to dispose of them today."

"I have fought against him, and he is like a tin can. In front of his fully armored armor, my arrows can hardly hurt him." The elf ranger said bluntly:
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived until now, so we can't just fight him openly like a knight, we should first find a way to scout the specific situation of the manor, and then think about how to deal with his plan .”

"I see." Brian thought for a while, took out a spell scroll, and threw it to the ranger. "With the help of this spell scroll, you don't have to worry about it. Let's go."

The elf ranger took the scroll, felt the overflowing magical energy, looked at him in surprise, and quickly followed his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)