Chapter 63

"No, I'll leave with you." the white robed priestess suddenly said, "what? Are you surprised?"

"Very surprised." not only kukas was surprised, but also the black robed female mages. You know, the white priestesses didn't intend to leave here, but they planned to leave here. But now the situation is completely opposite. How can this not be surprising?

"Well, when shall we leave?" kukas asked in a low voice. He did not know why the white robed priestess suddenly changed their attention, let alone why the black robed sorceress changed their attention. He just knew it was time to get out of here. Although he stayed here for almost three years and got along with these professionals for a long time, he never really integrated into it.

"Tomorrow." the white robed priestess opened her mouth without thinking.

"OK." kukas nodded. He turned his head and looked at other professionals, including black robed female mages and black haired knights. Of course, the lurk did not appear in this room. After discovering that both professionals were talking to their companions in an expressionless low voice, he smiled bitterly and left here first.

Kukas did not return to his room, but rode his horse towards the tavern in the town. The tavern is no longer the tavern when they first came, but a large tavern that has expanded seven or eight times in this area.

In the past, the tavern could only accommodate dozens of people at most, but now it can accommodate more than 300 or 500 people.

The two women waiting in front of the tavern had already seen kukas because his figure was unique in this small town.

"Welcome, knight." the two women greeted kukas with a look of excitement.

"Well, are you interested in going in for a few drinks with me?" kukas reached out and hugged a woman and kissed her fiercely, while the woman responded enthusiastically to him.

"Of course, it's our honor to serve the knight." the two women laughed at the speech, and their eyes narrowed. They had served kukas before and knew how rich kukas was. I haven't seen you for many days. It really makes them miss kukas. Now see each other coming, where will you let him go?

A woman quickly found two women to replace them to stand at the door to meet the guests, and they followed kukas into the tavern.

Stepping into the tavern, there are many people inside, but the most attractive thing is the huge wooden platform in the center of the tavern. The platform is surrounded by a burning fire pond, which is added with a unique fuel from the barren ice field. When this fuel burns, it releases a high flame. More than a dozen flames were burning around the wooden platform, and on the wooden platform there were several women wearing little clothes twisting their bodies madly. Some of them grabbed the wooden pole erected on the platform and made various attractive gestures on the wooden pole.

Then kukas came forward, grabbed the man's shoulder with both hands, pulled it into his arms and hugged it tightly.

Locked in his arms by kukas was a middle-aged man. He struggled hard, but he couldn't take off kukas's arms. He only felt the sound of his bones bouncing, and his whole chest was burning hot.

"Let go of me, you damn thing." the middle-aged man roared and struggled hard to make him blush, but he couldn't take it off anyway.

Seeing that the other party was still struggling, kukas could not help but increase his strength again. With his arms, he broke the bones of the other party. Then he threw the other party into the air. Before the other party landed, he used the power of black sand palm and slapped the middle-aged man.

With a snort, a mass of black sand hit the man. The black sand rolled and easily tore his skin, then tore his bones, drilled into his internal organs and stirred his internal organs into meat sauce.

The middle-aged man's body was on the ground more than ten steps away, and then he couldn't move after a few weak convulsions.

"The knight is powerful. Kill these little garbage. Let them know the power of the knight."

"Knight, let these garbage know that you are the most powerful."

A group of mobs shouted wildly. They waved their wine glasses, slapped the table hard, and enjoyed the bloody smell of the body. You know, they haven't smelled this bloody smell in the tavern for a long time. Since kukas came here, fewer and fewer people have fought in the tavern. Because as long as there is a fight and kukas is here, no matter who is right or wrong on both sides, he will go straight up and kick and punch. Fortunately, he was disabled for life, but unfortunately, he was killed directly.

The middle-aged man didn't come alone. He was a member of a mercenary team. When his companions saw him dead, they directly took the guy and frantically rushed at kukas. Even if they knew that the other party was a knight, they couldn't retreat. Because they all know that as a mercenary, if they don't help their companions revenge, not only will there be no mercenaries to join them in the future, and the mercenary team can't be supplemented, but even themselves may quit this cowardly team.

"Roar!" kukas roared loudly, and the loud voice even overshadowed the sound of all kinds of rough instruments in the tavern.

There is no uncertainty about killing. A pair of big hands fly up and down. As long as they slap on people's bodies, they immediately break each other's bones and tendons. No one can stand up.

Just a few breaths, the three or five big men who rushed to kukas were all photographed on the ground by kukas. Although they haven't died yet, it's only a matter of time.

"Knight?" there was only one man left in the mercenary team. The man stood quietly in front of kukas with a two handed sword. "I didn't expect to meet a knight in such a place. It really surprised me."

"You are with them!" kukas took a deep breath. The killing just now made his blood boil, and a trace of excitement spread from his heart. "Are you a soldier?"

"Not bad." the man clenched the sword in his hand and slowly collapsed. He was preparing to attack.

"Dead!" kukas roared again. He took a big step and rushed towards each other. The big man screamed, burst into a fierce fight, quickly rolled up to kukas's waist, and a fuzzy saber floated out behind him.

A milky white fighting spirit appeared on the sabre. Driven by the sabre, it rolled towards kukas like a competition.

Without dodging, kukas roared loudly. He rubbed his hands, a thin layer of black sand emerged from the palm of his hand, then wrapped his big hand and beat it hard at the war knife. Of course, it's not the blade but the blade. If he did not do so, even if kukas's hands were strong, they would be cut off by the fighting knife.

Seeing that kukas's big hand was about to slap on the sword, the man suddenly withdrew, turned and moved to kukas's left. Here, with the help of the momentum of rotation, he waved his sword again and chopped at kukas's waist.

The big hand turned, and the big hand with black sand palm appeared over the sabre again. But this time kukas was a little slower.