Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Chapter 21

As a professional who had failed to advance, Quaid had at least the strength of a fifth-level professional apprentice. He was used to acting rampantly, and he never expected that a beggar whom no one looked down on would dare to hurt his men in front of him.

Quaid didn't hold back. He punched the half-elf boy in the upper body. He wanted to kill the despicable little half-elf, which was considered an explanation.

Bo Da's fist quickly slid past his sight. Loki suddenly turned sideways, dodged the fist, and at the same time slashed the opponent's arm with the tactical claw knife in his hand.

It's not that Loki didn't want to kill Quaid, but he clearly knew that there was a gap between himself and his opponent. Not only did he have an overwhelming advantage in arm length and physical attributes, but as a person who had been an apprentice of at least a fifth-level professional, it was impossible not to have some other self-defense. Maintain ability.

Sure enough, Quaid dodged the attack of the tactical claw knife and quickly retracted his fist, showing a trace of blood.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a small cut under his fist. He licked the blood on his hand with his tongue and said: "He is indeed a half-elf little bastard. He is as fast as a real little mouse. I should be more serious." point."

Although Quaid's agility is slightly lower than that of the half-elf boy, his strength is several times that of the boy. In addition to not carrying a weapon, he has a crushing advantage in terms of physical attributes. Taken together, Quaid is faster than Loki. Be faster.

Quaid quickly tested a few more punches, and then several fast short-edged knives flashed by, but this time Loki did not succeed so easily, and his skillful dagger skills did not cause any damage.

Loki gritted his teeth. The opponent was stronger than expected. Even if he fought hard, it would be difficult to have any chance of winning.

Quaid is tall and has long arms, and he shakes his shoulders and arms from time to time, as if he is teasing the half-elf boy.

Quickly retracting his fist again, Quaid suddenly showed a smile of success. He stopped moving his hands and kicked his legs hard, just like his usual move of beating beggars.

There is no way to avoid this kick.Loki's optic nervous system made an instant decision.

Loki held his waist slightly and moved his body as far back as possible. At the same time, he blocked the front with both hands holding the tactical claw knife, working together to slow down the force on his body.

There was a "thunk" sound of physical hitting. Loki felt his arms go numb for a while, and then he received a heavy blow on his body. However, he was well prepared and was ejected to the side with the force. He was not injured at all. .

Quaid was about to step forward quickly and continue to beat the half-elf boy, but suddenly he felt some pain in his leg. He touched it down and saw slightly moist and sticky blood sticking to his hand.

Although Loki's overall attributes were crushed, he was not without the ability to fight back. He remained surprisingly calm when he was hit hard, and he quickly cut twice and let out a sigh of relief.

In addition, his goal was achieved. The direction he was kicked out was closer to the door of the broken house. He could leave here by running out.

Quaid shouted angrily, "Catch it, it's this little half-elf kid."

Loki ran out of the door and happened to see strange figures on both sides of the door. They were two groups of protective guards wearing fine mail armor. Loki wisely chose to block the direction with less people, and he ran towards there with all his strength. .

Analyzing the context of everything in his mind, Loki thought clearly in an instant. Quaid must have planned to use him as a scapegoat. In order to appease the anger of the nobles and the church who lost the items, even if a half-elf beggar was killed, it would be nothing. .

No one can help yourself, and no one will help you.

Loki calculated the space for escape as he ran. He did not wait for several churches to escape.

The guards surrounded him, his body shrunk, and his short body crashed directly into the gap between the two guards.

The guardian guards are a group of clergymen with apprenticeships, many of whom have received internal knight training. After discovering that the target is trying to escape, the people nearby take remedial measures immediately, and the half-elf is immediately surrounded by several strong guards.

However, due to Loki's nimbleness and small stature, the three guards reached out to grab him, but he nimbly avoided him. Not only did they not catch him, they were also moved aside by the little beggar.

At this time, a guard with sharp eyes and quick hands suddenly grabbed his shoulder, but then a cold light flashed, and the church guard's glove was cut open, and blood seeped out from the wound inside.

This group of church guards are all wearing fine armor, which means that his tactical claw knife can only be used for the unarmored hand joints.

Optimization of the visual, tactile and auditory systems has made him more agile. Several times when he was threatened with being caught, he was able to cut the opponent with his tactical claw knife.

While dodging, Loki did not forget to escape forward. There was no obstruction in front of him. As long as he turned a corner, relying on his understanding of the scope of the broken house, hope was right in front of him...

But at this moment, there suddenly appeared the sound of several clear hoofbeats. Loki felt a huge shadow coming from behind him, and then he felt pain in his back and was knocked away.

The knight on the white horse retracted the scabbards of his swords, looked at the thin figure curled up on the ground, and gave the order expressionlessly.

"Take him, let's go back."

Loki was soon thrown onto the horse, and his little body was tied tightly. After the horse jolted for a while, he finally arrived at the door of the Blue Moon Truth Church.

The tied up Loki was pushed to the ground. He felt pain all over his body and his face was pressed to the ground. Loki saw a group of bad horses behind them, and above them was the human trafficker Quaid who he hated so much.

"I don't know anything. I didn't steal anything. Let me go."

Loki gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. Now that his fate was in the hands of others, there was no other good way.

At this time, a group of people in church attire walked out of the church door, led by a young priest with short blond hair and a gentle face. The priest heard the half-elf boy shouting and walked up to him unhurriedly.

"Only Blue Moon cherishes the world. Stealing is immoral and aggravates sin. You should pray to our Lord for forgiveness of sins."

Loki wanted to defend himself, but the guard who was guarding him blocked his mouth. The priest's peaceful eyes swept over the ragged beggar, his face was peaceful and kind, but his eyes were devoid of any pity or surprise.

The priest then said to the knight of the rank: "Is this the thief? Is he a half-elf child?"

The knight of the rank said: "Yes, Pastor Baker, the Black Street Brotherhood said he stole it."

"But why did you bring him here? This is a lowly half-elf beggar, and you brought him to the door of the church. Next time such a matter should be dealt with directly."

"Look at this little beggar from a foreign race, a despicable half-elf. He really shouldn't have stolen things, and he shouldn't have even been born." After a series of vicious words, the priest's voice remained so calm.

"However, since the half-elf has committed a crime, let him first be whipped to make him hand over the stolen goods and then be beaten to death."

The half-elf boy's shirt was quickly stripped off, revealing his rugged and thin body. Then a junior priest took out a piece of leather whip. After the whip was dipped in a layer of cold water, he began to beat him.