In today's north, the forces of the Imperial Army and the Resistance Army can be said to be intertwined, and small-scale battles break out every day.

There are nine major towns in the north.

The Imperial Army was well-armed and well-trained, occupying large cities such as Northshire, Walteron, etc. Northshire is the capital of the North, and Waltron is an important port connecting the North with the Empire, occupying both places, the Empire Army has a great reputation and a steady stream of reinforcements.

The rebels are not vegetarians either. The supreme leader of the rebels, Ursock, is himself the lord of Helmet. Based in Helmet, the Resistance has extensive support in the North.

As for the other neutral territories in the North, since the lords tasted the sweetness of not having to pay taxes to the Great Lord of the North, they did not want to see the Empire restore their rule over the North, and began to secretly help the rebels.

Of course, in order to avoid becoming the main target of the Imperial Army, the lords still put on a neutral posture on the surface.

Within the various realms, the debate between the Imperial Army and the Resistance has never subsided.

Some believe that the Empire is too cowardly in the face of the High Elves, and wants to cede the interests of the North in favor of peace, so that the rotten regime must be overthrown. As long as Usok becomes the new Great Lord of the North, he will definitely be able to protect the North.

Others believe that the Empire's peace is only a stopgap measure, and after taking a breath of relief, it is natural to launch a counterattack against the High Elves and drive those spiky ears back to the Semu Islands. The civil war launched by the Usok rebels is tantamount to draining the vitality of the empire, and instead gives the High Elves an opportunity to take advantage of it.

After playing for a while, the bard put down his recorder and played the accordion.

It is clear that this bard is inclined towards the Imperial Army, and he sings "Usok the Murderer".

“......”

"Expel the rebels to find themselves and rebuild their homes with blood and armor;"

"Kick down Ursock, murderer, you're worse dead than a dog!"

“......”

Bai Xiaowen glanced at the tavern, and everyone's expressions and reactions were all in full view.

After drinking the last sip of wine, Bai Xiaowen stood up abruptly and kicked the stool away.

"Shut up, stop your slander, Imperial Dog!"

That's right, Bai Xiaowen's target is the bard who plays the accordion.

The singing stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two facing each other.

The bard was tall and thin, and his pale blue eyes stared at Bai Xiaowen: "What do you want to do? Singing is my freedom, and I don't need the interference of a poor ghost like you who can't even afford to pay for wine." ”

"With your voice like sand, I don't bother to sing anything. However, you have insulted the great leader of our Vikings!" Bai Xiaowen took two steps forward and walked up to the bard to meet him, "Let me hear one more insulting word from your mouth about Ursok, and I will beat your out." ”

The surrounding drinkers whistled. The two big men who had been drinking at the corner table also stopped their glasses and turned their heads.

The bard's face flushed.

"You're humiliating me, I'm going to duel with you!"

Bai Xiaowen rolled up his sleeves without hesitation: "Come on!"

Both drew their daggers.

"Hey, relax brother," beckoned Old Hunter, "the Vikings don't turn their weapons on their own people. How about you settle the argument in a different way, without weapons or magic, and see whose fist is stronger?"

The bard withdrew his dagger and snorted, "I don't think this rude fellow is my countryman, but for old Hunt's sake, I agree to teach him a lesson with my fists instead." ”

As he spoke, the bard threw out a money bag, the contents of which jingled.

"This money bag bets that I can knock you down, poor ghost!"

Bai Xiaowen stuck the fanged dagger on the counter with his backhand, and responded unceremoniously: "Win me, it's yours." ”

The fanged dagger, an elite weapon, reflects the chill in the fireplace fire. The eyes of the people around him lit up and they let out a low exclamation.

A hint of greed flashed in the bard's eyes, and he pounced on him with a loud roar, and a tentative punch hit Bai Xiaowen's chest.

Bai Xiaowen didn't dodge, he rushed forward quickly, but instead used his chest to catch his opponent's fist! With a muffled sound, Bai Xiaowen's body shook, but his hands also hugged the bard.

Step, step, step......

Bai Xiaowen exerted force under his feet, like an angry bull, and pushed the bard to the corner of the house step by step, knocking over many tables, chairs, cups and plates along the way.

After pushing the bard into a corner, the other party has no room to move and dodge, and can only exchange injuries for injuries!

Bai Xiaowen was hit by the bard's three punches, counting the first punch, his health had already been deducted by 14 points, and he had slipped to a rather dangerous value. However, Bai Xiaowen's heavy punch was also mercilessly punched.

The first to hold out was the bard. He held his head and lay in the corner like a dead dog, not having the strength to get up.

Bai Xiaowen exhaled. He was also a little embarrassed, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. 20 HP, more than half of which was knocked out, leaving only 6 points.

He glanced at the bard, summed up the experience of the battle, and thought to himself:

"Hmph, sample, although your agility is as high as 8 points, your strength is only 3 points, and your physique is only 2 points like mine!

Once the agile elder is close and blocked in a small corner, it is equivalent to a small half. Bai Xiaowen killed the elite zombie rat Black Fang before, and defeated the bard this time, all of which were properly executed tactics.

With the smile of the victor, Bai Xiaowen walked back to the counter amid cheers, picked up the minstrour's money bag, and poured out a pile of copper coins with a bang, mixed with a few shiny silver coins.

"Ask all the Viking brothers in the tavern to have a drink, and count it in my account," Bai Xiaowen smiled at Old Hunter, "If there is any leftover, it will be regarded as compensation for overturning tables and chairs." ”

"Oh hoo!"

The atmosphere in the tavern was even more enthusiastic, a group of Viking men lifted the tables and chairs, laughed and raised their wine glasses to Bai Xiaowen, and the hapless bard cowered in the corner, no one paying any more attention.

Old Hunter smiled: "What a bold young man, did you treat all the money you won?"

"The Vikings don't distinguish between each other. I came all the way from warm Walteren without a copper plate on me, and I wouldn't have been able to get to Elu without the hospitable Viking brothers. Bai Xiaowen said.

The Viking guests were in awe when they heard this, and they labeled Bai Xiaowen a big "stunned green" in their hearts.

The two big men in the corner glanced at each other.

"Hey, brother, do you want to have a drink together?" One of the men, wearing fine-grained chain armor and carrying a big sword, sent an invitation to Bai Xiaowen.