Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Quaid was obviously irritated, and the smile on his face was distorted, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

After saying that, he kicked the lame Linn off the ground and hit the wall hard. Linn's body twitched in pain when he fell on the ground, and he couldn't even cry out.

Loki's face remained unmoved, still looking cold and indifferent, and said nothing.

Quaid came over and punched the half-elf boy in the face, "Do you think I dare not touch you? Half-elf little bastard, I also had the status of a noble, you, the lowest little bastard... …”

Loki did not choose to dodge. The force of this punch almost made him fall to the ground. Today, Quaid is even more vicious and crazy. He dare not think about what Quaid will do to Hazel and Ned if he dodges and escapes.There was once a beggar who was angered by him, causing Quaid to hang the beggar up and beat him to death.

His head felt dizzy, and before the pain subsided, Loki's entire body was lifted up again, and a few more hard punches hit his upper body. There were muffled sounds from the fists hitting his body.

"You little half-elf bastard, do you dare to resist me and say no to me again?"

Quaid punched Loki hard and hit Loki's stomach again. The feeling of vomiting was transmitted to his brain along with intense pain. He held back the pain, gritted his teeth and used his consciousness to weaken the pain.

The pain dropped to half of the normal level. Loki curled up on the ground, trying his best to protect the vital parts of his body and endured it without saying a word.

Quaid saw Loki's broken left hand again, and as if thinking of something, his expression became even crazier, and he kept kicking his boots hard on his back.

"You think I don't dare to touch you. You made me lose money last time, and you dare to contradict me this time? I'm going to kill you."

As if he still wasn't relieved after scolding him, Quaid kicked the half-elf boy in the head again, hitting him hard one after another, with violence and no mercy.

You will die. If you continue like this, you will definitely die.

Loki tried hard to protect his head with both arms. Quaid's cruelty was beyond his expectation. If he didn't stop, he might be beaten to death soon.

Another kick came, and Loki suddenly turned over and blocked Quaid's fierce kick with both arms. After a burst of pain in his arm, he used the force of the kick to roll to the side.

Quaid was in a slightly drunk state, and before he could react, Loki slipped to the side and stood up.

Without waiting for the opponent to come over and continue beating him, Loki pulled out a tactical claw knife from behind and rushed towards him to get it.

The ten-year-old Loki was a whole length shorter than his opponent. The tactical claw knife in his hand could not really hit the vital parts. Facing Quaid, who was slightly slower than usual in his reaction, Loki's claw knife slashed hard at his arm. .

Feeling a shadow in front of him, Quaid instinctively retracted his hand, and immediately felt a tingling sensation in his arm. He raised his arm and woke up immediately when he looked at the bleeding wound.

Looking at the half-elf boy who had already raised his dagger, Quaid suddenly laughed, with a hint of madness in the smile on his face.

"What did I see? The half-elf kid used a knife on me. Does that mean I can beat you to death without any scruples?"

Loki wiped the blood from his mouth and nose and said in a cold voice: "Quaid, who only relies on his children to support himself, is a psychopathic idiot."

"You forced me to do this. When you die here, the beggars will definitely be willing to pee on your body."

Quaid was rarely irritated, with a crazy and mocking expression on his face. He walked over quickly and punched Loki on the shoulder again.

Loki reacted, lowered his head suddenly to dodge his fist, and swung the tactical claw knife on his right hand downwards. The target was the skin and flesh of the opponent's thigh. It would be better if it could cause an artery tear.

Compared to Loki

, Although Quaid has a slight disadvantage in reaction attributes, his other attributes, height and weight are far superior to the half-elf beggar, and his speed is not slow, and his overall ability is much better than the half-elf boy.

Quaid became serious and avoided the blade of the claw knife with just one step.

Both height and attack distance were disadvantageous. Loki could not choose to attack his upper body. He immediately lowered himself and rushed to the other side of the opponent. At the same time, he drew out another tactical claw knife with his left hand.

Quaid had an advantage in frontal speed, but when he retreated, he was obviously unable to react in time to the attack coming from the other side, and his thigh was immediately cut open.

"You succeeded in irritating me." Quaid said, touching the wound.

It's a pity that Loki's left hand is missing a little finger, and the strength to hold the claw knife is not strong enough, otherwise it may cause heavy bleeding and serious injuries.

Before Quaid could finish his cruel words, the half-elf boy turned his head and repeated his old trick. He lowered his body and legs quickly, and at the same time, the claw knife in his right hand quickly slashed towards the thigh.

Quaid reacted much faster this time. He took two steps back and completely avoided the claw-blade attack. When the half-elf boy's momentum slowed down, he immediately ignored the risk of being scratched by the blade and rushed towards him.

There was a shadow, and a strong adult body jumped down from above. Loki had no time to retreat, and Quaid grabbed him from the back.

Without hesitation, he slashed the hand behind his back with his backhand. Intuitively, the blade of his right hand should prompt Quaid to let go. However, before he realized it, his backhand movement was a little slower, and his right arm was caught by Quaid in the same way as his back. .

The feeling of danger immediately rushed into his heart. Loki struck out with the claw knife in his left hand and slashed it towards the vital part of the opponent's thigh. Two quick knives cut through Quaid's flesh.

But what Loki didn't expect was that Quaid, who was injured in his vital parts below, hadn't let go yet. Could this be a physical defect of his unadvanced profession?

Loki didn't think much. He could only quickly retract the claw knife in his left hand and choose Quaid's femoral artery to attack again.

But it was too late, and he suddenly felt like he had been punched hard in the back.

Loki felt as if he had been hit by a hammer. Even the 50% reduction in pain seemed to have lost its effect. His body was knocked to the ground, and his back felt like it was falling apart.

Loki's eyes darkened in pain, and then his body was lifted up again. As a conditioned reflex, he swung a knife with his free left hand, but with that weak movement, Quaid quickly grabbed his arm.

Quaid's face was playful and crazy, "Look what I caught? A little half-elf bastard. What did I catch him doing last time? Yes, cut off one of his little fingers."

After saying that, he pressed down the half-elf's fist that was missing the little finger. Quaid's hand gradually increased its strength, and there was a sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Let go, let go of Loki, let him go."

Loki's vision was already a little blurry, and a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears. That voice belonged to Ned, who was usually relatively weak.

Feeling the sharp pain of crushing bones in his left hand, Loki tried to open his eyes and saw the red-haired Ned holding Quaid's arm. Although the beggar's face was trembling with fear, he still stood up.

"Boys, you will break every bone in your body with your fists."

Quaid shook his arm twice, shook off the red-haired Ned who was wrapped around his arm, and kicked him away.

"Ah." Quaid suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, which was more painful than a cut by a knife blade. He quickly turned his head and looked.

The little half-elf bastard he was talking about was biting his wrist hard, his cheeks tense, like a devouring wild dog.

The sharp pain in his wrist made him shake his hands vigorously to get rid of it, but when he found that it was in vain, a fierce and crazy look flashed in his eyes, and he made a fist with his other hand and hit the half-elf boy hard on the forehead.