Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 192 The Red Wolf
Walking on the street, Brian carefully looked around the bustling market.

In the fading light, the golden bay beyond the port of Abrera shone with silver light, and the distant sky was dotted with the last hint of pink by the sunset.

At this time, most of the merchants on the street were busy packing up their eye-catching merchandise.

In order to satisfy his protesting stomach, he did not rush to find the mysterious witch that Gerbao mentioned, but came to the 'Burning Troll'.

It's an expensive tavern, but with good food, obliging troll waiters, and a crowd that loves to watch.

It was still early and the tavern was empty.

A woman with gray curly hair shyly sat sideways on a bench in the corner, breastfeeding her child. A burly man, perhaps her husband, sat with a tired look and took a nap with his back against the wall.

There was another man sitting in the shadow by the fireplace, in the dim light of the tavern, and Brian found, in disbelief, that he couldn't make out his face.

This made him feel a little surprised.

However, with the mentality that more things are worse than less things, he didn't pay too much attention to the other party.

He ordered roast chicken, bread, red wine and sea fish soup to the troll dressed as a waiter with a stooped and slender body in a tone that was about to come.

The halfling chef in this tavern was very efficient, and he didn't keep him waiting long, and the food was served.

The fish soup that was served was very fresh and the bread tasted very good. Brian ate it with relish.

At this time, a tabby cat that was dozing by the fireplace suddenly raised its head and hissed.

"Are you a wizard?" A low voice floated over without warning.

Brian looked startled, and tightened his grip on the spoon that almost fell off in his hand.

Undoubtedly, the questioner was the man hiding in the shadows. He walked over like a ghost and sat on the opposite chair.

Brian is very thankful that he has the ability of telepathy, otherwise, he would not even be able to notice when the other party came over.

He drank the fish soup methodically, and threw a fish bone picked out of the bowl at the frightened tabby cat. The cat greedily looked at the delicious food on the ground, but dared not go forward.

Brian took the opportunity to take a quick look at each other.

He had hair like scarlet blood, and a leather belt was wrapped around his forehead, and he wore a gray wool coat and high boots, and behind his back was a sword with a wolf's head on the hilt that gleamed on his right shoulder.

This is a magic long sword, he confirmed in his heart.

"I'm asking you a question, half-elf wizard."

The voice of the questioner was like a dying wolf, panting heavily and howling in a low voice. This hoarse voice kept irritating Brian's eardrums.

"It has nothing to do with you." Brian replied coldly.

He seemed to have guessed the real identity of the other party, which made him tense up. He prepared all the spells that could be poured out in an instant, and watched his every move vigilantly.

Because he could feel that he was no match for the opponent at all.

The red-haired man was silent for a long while, carefully looking at Brian, his face was unnaturally pale, and he had a pair of cold gray eyes.

"You shouldn't be here."

After a moment, he spoke again in an unpleasant, hoarse voice, "Perhaps, you should leave Abrera City immediately."

"This has nothing to do with you." Brian emphasized again, his energy was highly concentrated, and he was ready to activate the teleportation spell at any time to distance himself from the opponent.

"That's all for now." The red-haired man straightened the sword belt that was slanting across his chest, and smiled coldly, "I've already paid off the last favor, and it's up to you whether you want to listen or not."

The inexplicable sentence made him a little confused.

In his vigilant gaze, he saw this strange red-haired man standing up abruptly.

The chair behind him fell to the ground with a 'bang' and slid out along the floor, hitting a customer who just walked into the tavern.

Brian got up instantly, jumped back, and successfully distanced himself from the opponent.

But he also found that he was a little too vigilant, because the other party's target was not him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the chair slam into a human in a purple robe with a 'boom'.

This is a handsome man with a curly beard. He screamed when he was hit by a chair, his arms were swinging like windmills, trying to maintain his balance.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end, so that he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The empty tavern was suddenly silent, and the burly man who was dozing off was awakened. He quickly hugged his wife in his arms and covered her mouth.

The troll waiter and the halfling boss looked at each other and pretended to be busy with their own affairs.

At the same moment, two more men walked into the tavern, the weapons on their belts jingling as they moved.

The two strangers helped the unlucky guy who fell to the ground, and looked at everything around him sharply.

Seeing these people, the actions of the halfling boss and the troll waiter to wipe the wine glasses also became hasty.

Standing aside, Brian, who seemed to have been forgotten, was wary of the red-haired man while looking at the hapless man in purple with interest.

His keen intuition for magic made him discover that this unlucky guy who was hit by a chair was also a spellcaster.

Judging from the haughty look in his eyes, his warlock career has not gone that far.

"I want to live..." The red-haired man turned around, his cold eyes filled with the purest hatred, he scanned the purple-robed wizard up and down, and said in a commanding tone: "Go away, dirty wizard moth! "

Brian foresaw what was about to happen from the smug eyes of the purple-robed wizard.

He glanced at the red-haired man with embarrassment, immediately took out the spell-casting materials from his pocket, changed the unfamiliar gestures of casting spells, whispered another word, and then pointed at the red-haired man.

In an instant, a cone-shaped flame rushed out, blowing back the red-haired man's hair and cloak.

The smiling face of the young purple-robed wizard froze as the flames dissipated.

The red-haired man stood expressionless, letting the scorching flames hit his body.

He carried it unharmed, the wizard's low-level spells like a breeze blowing on his face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Brian nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, it wasn't the first time he'd seen someone be able to counteract a spell so easily.

When he left Golden Feather City, Demon Swordsman Snake Eye also used the same method.

Obviously, this red-haired man is also a magic swordsman.

Bryan is aware of his own strength, and he also understands very well that there are not many magic swordsmen on the entire continent who can make him so fearful.

Because of this, he instantly recognized the red-haired man's identity as one of the four great magic swordsmen, the red wolf Serhe.

Among the four strongest and most famous magic swordsmen, although the strength of the red wolf Serhe ranks second, his cruelty and bloodthirsty level is unmatched by any magic swordsman.

Thinking of this, he immediately began to recall the warning the other party had just said, and planned to leave the tavern quietly.

At this moment, he saw the figure of the red wolf move.

He rushed towards the stunned purple-robed wizard, raised his foot, and kicked him flying.

Brian heard the 'click' sound of his ribs being broken.

The young wizard wailed in pain, his body passed through the hall like a sharp arrow, hit the wall fiercely, and then slid from the wall to the ground like a broken doll.

His body was like a pool of mud, curled up against the wall, motionless.

Only then did the wizard's two subordinates react.

A short, stocky, horse-faced man with two ape-like arms pulled out two Niluskan scimitars from his waist. Another tall, thin man with a hooked nose and a high forehead also pulled out the sword at almost the same time. Draw out his two sharp swords.

The halfling boss opened his mouth to shout, but when he saw the blood-red messy hair of the red wolf Selhe Wufeng, he immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

Serhe spit into the palm of his hand, moved his fingers, and slowly drew out the long sword behind his back.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of charging and roaring slamming on the ground, the cracking sound of tables and chairs breaking, and the clash of swords and swords sounded one after another.

In the end, two hair-raising screams ended the melee.

The halfling boss was pale, and the woman with gray curly hair pressed the baby to her chest, screaming piercingly.

The tabby cat by the fireplace got up and arched its back, and its tail was matted like a brush.

Brian pressed the hilt of the sword tightly and watched the red wolf Serhe vigilantly. He was too lazy to look at the corpse on the ground, and skillfully retracted the blood-dripping sword into the sheath behind his back.

Just when he was about to leave, Brian suddenly noticed the magical energy surging in the air.

Then, three ethereal skulls floated out strangely, blocking the way of the red wolf Serhe.

These skulls, with their faint rose-colored glow, were larger than any living, or, more accurately, dead, skulls.

Looking at the terrifying head, Brian immediately remembered a piece of news about the city of Abrera.

It is said that the skulls were the guards of a necromancer who lived in the city.

They will randomly appear in every corner of the city, mainly to punish those professionals and spellcasters who destroy the temporary tranquility of the city.

In any case, those who do not pay attention to them will always be unlucky.

He saw the red wolf Serhe's long sword unsheathed again, his muscles tensed, and he looked at his new opponent vigilantly.

"You vile mutant!"

The three skulls floated in front of the red wolf, and at the same time, with a low, cold voice, they sang a strange trio, "You broke the rules of Abrera!"

The skull's jaw opened and closed, making a faint clicking sound with each word.

"The words from the grave are not worth listening to." Red Wolf raised his sword, stabbed the floating skull contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "Leave these words to the dead."

As a bystander, Brian watched everything with great interest. According to the rumors in the tavern, provoking the skulls was not a good thing.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the relieved expressions of the halfling boss and the troll waiter when they saw the skull appear.

as predicted.

The flashing rose-colored light of the ghostly three skulls suddenly became more intense, exuding a dazzling light, and even tapping their teeth angrily.

"You despicable mutant! For your arrogance and to punish you for breaking the safety rules, I will give you a difficult and painful task." The three skulls pronounced their sentence at the same time:
"First you have to catch a thousand bats and wash them, collect the fluffy hairs, spin them with wool into threads, then dye half of them black and half red, and use the threads to weave a little black wall hanging , with three red skulls embroidered on it, and hang it in the 'Burning Troll' tavern where you slaughtered the wizard and two guards. Do as I say, or you'll regret coming to Abrera."

"Let me embroider you a tapestry? I might as well go to bed with an orc, you dirty wizard moths." Serhe sneered contemptuously.

"Very well, I will consider letting you sleep with the female orc." There was obvious anger in the cold voice of the skull.

"It seems that I must teach you a lesson."

Serhe said with a sullen face, "No one, whether alive or dead, can order me!"

As soon as the words fell, the red wolf Serhe slashed forward with the arm holding the sword, and the three floating skulls instantly shattered like glass.

The bone fragments were like fleeting pink sparks, scattered on the stone floor, making a crisp sound.

Then, the fragments floated into the air as quickly as they had been shattered, and reassembled into a larger skull.

The floating skull suddenly emitted a violent red light, burning with raging flames, wrapped in scorching breath, and smashed towards the red wolf Serhe whistling.

Serhe's expression was startled, a burst of magical aura erupted from the sharp sword in his hand, and he waved a brilliant sword light at the big dark red fireball.

Brian sensed the danger, and immediately stood in front of the halfling boss and a couple holding a baby, setting up a magic barrier to isolate energy.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the entire tavern, a huge fireball exploded on the red wolf, and the burst of colorful light turned into a huge vortex.

The red wolf Serhe's body was covered with burning marks, he extinguished the flames on his body in embarrassment, and immediately moved away from the surging vortex.

At the same time, Brian put away the magic barrier and saw an old wizard in a gray robe, long beard and pointed hat floating out of the surging vortex.

The red wolf Serhe swung his sword vigorously and slashed at the neck of the gray-robed wizard.

The sword whizzed through the wizard's figure.

However, his fatal blow didn't decapitate the enemy as expected.

He swung his sword and slashed again, and the sharp blade passed through the seemingly real wizard again, but he couldn't even cut off a single white beard of the opponent.

Brian looked at the vain magic swordsman and shook his head slightly.

From the moment the gray-robed wizard appeared, he realized that the other party was using phantom spells.

"Selhe the Red Wolf." The gray-robed wizard stared at the angry magic swordsman, and said coldly in an old and thick voice: "The duke invited you here, not for you to make trouble."

Serhe put away his sword, looked at the phantom of the gray-robed wizard with disgust, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "I'm not in the habit of cooperating with you wizard moths."

"You will agree, see you at the City Lord's Mansion." The gray-robed wizard looked at him with the same eyes, and the phantom burst instantly and disappeared without a trace.

Serhe looked bitterly at the place where the gray-robed wizard disappeared, waved his sleeves angrily, turned and walked out of the door where night fell.

I noticed the pure hatred in the eyes of the gray-robed wizard and the magic swordsman when they looked at each other.

For some reason, Brian suddenly thought of Snake Eye, the magic swordsman in Golden Feather City, and the old wizard Morele, when these two guys were talking about each other.

Then he paid for the meal and left here with a heavy expression.

The appearance of the magic swordsman and wizard made him feel uneasy.

This anxiety is constantly driving him to speed up and leave the city of Abrera as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)