Chapter 3

Waldo roentgen, a 17-year-old from the bell tower village on the south coast of the kingdom of polkaya, is 1.92 meters tall. He wears fisherman's clothes all the year round, and has a childish and delicate look. Although he looks rustic, he has been following dawn for five years, and his eyes have no cowardice temperament.

Vic Blatter, a 19-year-old from the bell tower village on the south coast of the kingdom of polkaya, is now the Deputy captain of the soldiers in the town of polkaya. He is armed with a knife, dressed in the unique clothes of the captain of the soldiers, and has a bronze skin, which sets off the great body of the soldiers. From time to time, his eyes show a strong breath.

These are two completely different temperaments, such as ice and fire.

Coming to the pub, Mosel's voice came.

"Dawning, here."

At dawn, a few people walked by. Moser said hello one by one with a smile. They were familiar with each other all the time. Blatter and roentgen were not polite either. They went directly into the tavern and began to shout: "old man, business as usual, 30 jin of cooked food and 30 jin of wine."

The youngest gopher and Eddie also ran in.

"It's coming, it's coming." The tavern owner is a 70-80-year-old man with his granddaughter in the business. Although he has been defeated, he is still strong. He looks at the six people headed by dawn and laughs.

Mosel took the bag full of Bailey and threw it on the bar.

"Mosel, where did you get so many Bailey?" Roentgen was a little surprised. Mosel used all his money to buy sailboats. Now where did he get the money?

Moser laughed: "lunqin, you look down on me Moser too much. At least I Moser have been in Bell Tower Village for more than 20 years."

Moser continued to greet dawn, a few people sat down: "come on, don't mind so much, today is not drunk."

"Come on, old man." Moser can't help urging, a girl with long hair struggling to carry the bucket to the door.

"Slow down." Just as the girl was about to fall, she went to catch the bucket at dawn.

The girl's face was slightly red: "thank you, brother dawn."

After a while, the old man took the tray and put the hot cooked food on the table: "don't you go out to sea today, kid Moser..."

Mozier choked, thinking of what happened today, he replied: "I want you to take care of it, old man."

The old man shook his head: "young people are crazy now..."

Dawn poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, feeling much more comfortable. The wine in this world is not strong enough. As a wine lover in previous life, he seldom drinks low alcohol wine, but in this world, he can only do as the Romans do.

"Moselle, did you change your ship?" Several people left and right bow to drink a few pots of wine, dawn can not help but ask.

"What's not a family property is just a few fishing utensils. It's impossible to fish. It's impossible to fish in my life. I want to be a big pirate and let the name of burshaid Moser ring out in the sea!" At this time, Mosel was extremely heroic under the influence of alcohol.

"Through the sea? Li ha ha ha ha ha ha... "

All of a sudden, there was a roaring sneer in the tavern. It was some middle-aged people with knives and axes, the famous mountain bandits nearby.

The blue wine bottle jumped over, and the table was in a mess with oil spills.

"Kids, I can brag. Hahaha."

Moser blushed and knew that the men were drunk and were looking for trouble, but he didn't have the slightest fear. He picked up the bottle on the table and threw it.

PA, the big man was hit directly on the top of the head, bleeding out.

"You want to die, kid?" The man stood up angrily and waved the axe on the table: "I will teach you a lesson today

The blade of the axe suddenly pierced the air. Mosel didn't react and looked at the dark light in surprise.

At this time, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and the axe in the big man's hand strangely deviated from the direction and blasted on the table.

The wine table fell apart, food and wine scattered all over the place, and the tavern was inexplicably quiet.

"Do you have any more wine, please?" In front of the door came a man more than two meters. He was dressed in a deep blue cloak and had a pair of eyes that people can never forget.

At dawn, his angular facial features, scarlet tattoo on his left cheek, and his calm and domineering eyes, which are as unpredictable as the abyss, all show the identity of the comer.

All the people looked at him. He was tall, at least two meters. He was wearing a blue cape. There was no wind when he walked. Just looking at his back, he had a strong sense of oppression.

When did he come in... Everyone, including dawn, didn't notice.

The bandit's eyes were still angry just now. When he looked into those eyes, he felt a chill in his heart, which went straight to his back.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to the people at all, so the mountain bandit was at ease.

Why is he here? Is it a coincidence. The dawn murmured to himself.

"You have..." the old man was stunned for a long time. He heard the voice of the big man in the cloak and ran to meet him. Soon he served a lot of food and wine.

Dolag ignored the eyes of others in the tavern and sat at the corner. He looked at him in surprise at dawn. He felt that although he was sitting there quietly, it was like a whirlpool forever.

Just because of this momentum, how many people are there in the world.

"Die for me." Seeing that the man didn't pay attention to himself, the mountain bandit responded and slashed him angrily with his axe. It's going to be heavy. Mozer's life is hard to protect. As the mountain bandit leader in Zhonglou village, no one has ever dared to humiliate him like this.

"Here is the knife." Blatter quickly handed the knife to him. At dawn, he held it back with his left hand, brushed and pulled it out. At that moment, he chopped the man's arm with an axe, and then he spattered blood.

Dang... The axe fell in response to the sound. The man was stunned for a moment, and then he felt great pain. The arm holding the axe was cut off from the joint by the blade, and fell on the ground squirming.

When dawn holds the handle with his left hand, the scattered memory of swordsmanship in his mind and body comes one after another, which not only inherits the original master's practice of swordsmanship, but also reflects his own understanding of martial arts practice for many years.

"Big... Big brother..." several other men exclaimed, carrying a steel knife to chop up.

"Hoo..." at dawn, the thought of feeling the will of the blade finally jumped out. His eyes opened in vain, and his left blade rolled around and waved directly to the broken man.

The subtle wind sounds like the crisp sound of a steel knife. Dorag, who is eating and drinking, finally notices this scene and can't help but praise: "brother, good swordsmanship!"

The sound was very light, but it was very loud in the extremely quiet tavern.

The long and narrow blade stayed in the neck of the big man, who was so scared that his spirit split.

Dawn watched a few furious mountain bandits rush to, but conveniently put the knife into the scabbard and sat down. Blatter understood that the garbage didn't interest him at all. As soon as his right shoulder sank, the long knife came out of its sheath. His body was huge, with a blade of more than two meters and a blade of one meter five dancing in his right hand.

Puff, puff, puff... With a flash of light, several mountain bandits lay down and no one was in good condition. Blatter's swordsmanship style is very strong, which has something to do with his temperament, but it also comes from his physical training, which is different from ordinary people all the year round. What he does is just a few simple chopping moves.

"Stop, stop..." the man endured the pain and stopped the rest of his companions.

Blatter glanced at some of the mountain bandits and said, "get out of here!"

When the mountain bandit left, Blatter put the knife into the sheath and shook his head: "it's too light to use."

He doesn't like this kind of knife because he can't give full play to his strength. His strength should have been much greater than that of ordinary people. In addition, the training plan specially formulated by dawn has already surpassed his peers too much.

Dawn took a bottle of wine and threw it to dorage at the corner: "this bottle is for you to drink."

Dorage reached out to catch the tattoo on his left face: "thank you, brother."

Smile at dawn, turn to let the old man come to clean up.

"Brother dawn, why don't you kill them?" Moser poured a mouthful of wine hard, just a little from just now in the panic to wake up.

Dawn shook his head, ha ha a smile: "not everyone is worth your sword."

Mosel nodded mechanically, but he didn't understand.