Because it was night, so the butcher shop was closed, Wutong unceremoniously went up to the door panel with a blast hammer, and soon hammered the door of the butcher shop open a small crack, and before seeing people, Wutong heard a deafening roar from inside: "Who!?" Who is it!? Who would dare to knock on the door of Uncle Bethrod, the 'Bone Spreader', at night? Want to be killed? ”

As soon as Wutong heard this sound, he exploded, took a few steps back in anger, and directly smashed a [acid splash] on the wooden door of the butcher's shop, and heard a "snort~", a ball of thick green acid slammed on the door panel, and the entire face of the butcher's shop was full of acid with a strong corrosive surname.

Where the acid was stained, there was immediately billowing smoke of acid mist, and the wooden door, at a speed visible to the naked eye, was rapidly corroded into huge holes, and behind a piece of corroded and wobbly fallen door panel wood, the butcher's surprised face was revealed.

The next moment, an earth-shattering roar sounded, and the butcher Besrode was like a crazy polar bear, with a knotted upper body and a handful of flowing chest hair, holding two huge wheel battle axes, directly smashed the already broken door panel and rushed out, looking up to the sky and yelling: "Who? It's Hiccup~"

The roaring butcher suddenly swallowed back the second half of the sentence with a burp, as he was dumbfounded as Sycamore was chanting an arcane spell in front of him, intending to give him another [acid splash].

"Uh, boy, how are you? Didn't I hear that you went out on an escort mission? ”

Bethrode poked a wheel tomahawk on the ground, freed up a big fan and scratched the back of his head strangely, looked back at his broken shop door, and immediately became angry again, shook his hand and threw two heavy wheel tomahawks into the shop, and let out a "Bang! Bang Dang! Two loud noises.

Then he clapped his hands, waved his hand to the armed guards who were coming in the distance, signaling that it was okay, and then he walked towards Wutong viciously, as if he didn't see Wutong chanting spells at all, and strode to the butcher Besrode in front of Wutong, "Huh~" blew on Wutong's hand, like blowing out a faint candle, "poof~", the arcane energy that had been condensed into a 20-level acid ball in Wutong's hand was blown away.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, grabbed the clothes on Wutong's chest, lifted him up, carried him in front of him, and pressed the tip of his nose against him and said fiercely: "Boy! You'd better give me an explanation, or you'll be dismantled by me, and that old guy Belia won't even try to stop me!" Don't think about it~~~"

Bethrod, who has been arrogant and domineering for so many years, never expected that Wutong would suddenly make a move that he didn't expect, and he was even more ferocious than him, reaching out and grabbing the black curly heart guard hair on his chest, and roaring fiercely: "You muscle pimple!" You'd better give me an explanation too! Otherwise, I'm not done with you! ”

"Whew~! Let go! Let go! ”

"Don't even think about it! You let me go first! ”

"I'm going to kill you! You dare to humiliate the great Uncle Besrod~ I'll let it go! I'll put! If you have something to say, you can talk about it! Why do you want to do it?"

The eyes of the alarmed NPCs and players around them are about to shoot out, is this the arrogant and unreasonable butcher they know?

The sycamore who was put down hatefully threw away the handful of curly hair in his hand, "Say it! What the hell happened to make you, a spellcaster apprentice, dare to offend the 'Bone Spinner' Uncle Bethrod? The butcher rubbed his chest in frustration, but when he saw the door that looked like it had been weathered for more than 100 years, and the house in shambles, he couldn't help but roar and curse again: "Damn it! My door! I hate you spellcasters the most! You saboteurs! Demon! Destroyer! ”

The surrounding onlookers and soy sauce crowds were sweating profusely, you, a Northland barbarian with more than 90% intracranial muscle ratio, actually said that others were saboteurs? However, when I saw the butcher's shop that had been destroyed by a [acid splash], I couldn't help but think that the butcher was right.

"The Destroyer?" Wutong sneered and pointed out his middle finger fiercely: "What you said is not wrong at all!" The surrounding soy sauce crowd gasped, this legal mercenary Mr. Mu who dared to fight hand-to-hand with the butcher was too fierce! I actually heard that it was a butcher who was born from a former Northland barbarian to use such a murderous gesture!

But in the world of "Endless", there is obviously no international lingua franca of the middle finger, the butcher looked at the middle finger of the Sycamore in confusion, and looked at the Sycamore in confusion, and after a few trips back and forth, he finally noticed the Bone Eater ring on the middle finger of the Sycamore, and suddenly his face changed drastically and grabbed the wrist of the Sycamore, pulled it to his nose and observed it carefully, and then suddenly picked up the Sycamore and turned around and left.

But the unprepared Wutong was dragged into the house by the neck of the butcher with a painful face, but strangely did not resist, and the little Lori saw that the Wutong was taken away, and immediately became anxious, rolled up her sleeves, revealing her pink and snow-white little arms, waving her apprentice staff and planning to rush in to help Brother Wutong, but she was left outside the door without holding her little hand.

"What's going on?"

In the butcher's shop, the butcher looked at the bone eater ring on Wutong's finger with some horror, in the unlit room, plus it was night, theoretically it should be a pitch black and nothing could be seen, but on Wutong's finger, there was a black light, which was looming and spitting.

Yes, there is no typo, it is indeed a "black" light, a gloomy light more gloomy than the darkness of the night, which makes it look particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

"What's going on?" Wutong sneered: "You forcibly put this ring on my hand, you asked me what's the matter?" That's it! As he spoke, Sycamore lifted the [Hidden Camp], and a cloud of scarlet blood swept out like an explosion, sparkling in the room as if soaked in blood, and a dark, violent, and evil chaotic aura was released from Sycamore's body frantically, spreading in all directions.

"Put it away! Put it away! The butcher screamed in horror, but instead of being frightened by the evil aura emanating from the sycamore's body, he panicked as if he was afraid that the aura emanating from the sycamore would be discovered by others.

"Are you crazy? In a [lawful and neutral] village, such a blatant release of the 'abyssal breath'? ”

The butcher who saw Wutong hiding the aura of the [Chaos and Evil] camp was shocked and angry, and rushed to the door quickly, looked around with a probe, and saw that there was no little Lori guarding the door, and actually nodded to him.

"How did you do that?" The butcher couldn't help but look at the sycamore curiously.

"You mean that?" Wutong took the lie mask off his face and handed it to the butcher, but as soon as the lie mask was removed, the "abyss breath" called by the butcher appeared, faintly causing some twitching in the surrounding area.

The butcher gave a quick look, and then rudely pressed the lie mask back into Sycamore's face, almost crushing his facial features directly, and the force was so great that it seemed that he wished that this mask and Sycamore's face bones would merge into one.

"Do you want to kill people?" The pained Sycamore screamed, "You should know that for us trialists, death is not the end"

"Shh The butcher gestured nervously, but the voice of the captain of the guard, Werther, came from outside the house: "Bethrod! What's going on? There's a strong aura of evil around here! ”

"That's your delusion! Victor! Get back to your guards! The butcher's angry voice roared, and he picked up two huge wheel tomahawks from the ground, "Bang! Boom! Two cross-bangs slashed at the ground of the doorway, and the long axe handles crossed in place of the doorway to prevent anyone from entering.

"I don't know where you got this goodie, but if you're not going to be killed by that face-paralyzed and temple warrior of Werther, I advise you not to take that ugly thing off your pretty little face!"

The butcher was already sweating, and he didn't know what he was nervous about, he looked at Wutong viciously: "I want to know now, how much did you kill?" ”

"How many killed?" Wutong shrugged: "Not much, less than 500!" ”

"Oh my God! Are you a butcher? Besrode grabbed his hair with both hands and tore it frantically, and he broke down and wailed, he suddenly grabbed the sycamore, and his eyes were red: "Why do you dare to use 'that'?" Why did you just use 'that'? ”

"That? You mean the skill that squirts bones? You'll use it when you're surrounded by thousands of enemies. ”

Sycamore looked at the Bone Eater Ring on his hand, "Now you can tell me what the hell this is, right?" Why did he turn me into this? Also, how do you take it off? ”

"Can't take it off"

Bethrod, who was at a loss, seemed to muttered a little desperately, this sudden situation was obviously unable to sort out an effective way to deal with it in a short period of time, with his Northland brains.

Wutong was furious: "You lied to me? You say I'll send you 1,000 prey a day, and you'll tell me how to take it off!" Your sister!? If you can't take it off, you dare to put it on my hand? Do you think we trialists are easy to bully? ”

The more he talked, the more angry Sycamore suddenly turned around: "I'm going to Luca. Sir Dick complains of you for this behaviour! I'm going to tell my teacher about what you've done to me! If you don't tell me how to take this thing off, Pastor Trisbo must know how to deal with this evil thing."

"Stop! Don't go! I can't tell that old madman about Runtag, he's going to kill me! Can't tell El that damn fanatic that he's going to burn you to a pillar of light! ”

The butcher was frightened by Sycamore, and strangled Sycamore's neck with an arm thicker than Sycamore's waist like lightning, almost killing him instantly.

"Bethrod, you stone-minded man, can I understand your current behavior as that you are coercing my disciple?"

An abrupt voice appeared behind the two people who were entangled, and then, a slender palm that flashed with a crackling thunder light pressed on the back of the Northland barbarian, making him howl, and quickly let go of the arm that strangled Wutong's neck, and danced his arm to slap the scorched place on the vest, but unfortunately the biceps were too thick, so that he could not do such a difficult action.

"I also seem to have heard some unbeliever slandering Obai. Although the Sea of Mists is not part of the territory of the gods, the land of Ogalus under your feet is the glory of the gods, and although there is no 'Wall of the Unbelievers' here, I don't mind mobilizing the believers to build a wall for you alone. ”

A group of milky white light clusters that emitted a soft glow lit up in the dim room, illuminating the small space as bright as day, so that the sycamore, which had been in darkness, could not see anything at once.

"Can I allow him to hang him first? As the lord of Shell Village and the former leader of the Wolf Skull mercenary group, I should have this right."

A voice that made the Northland barbarian shudder even more rang out, if the poor barbarian still dared to slander the old mage and the old priest, then the owner of this voice was the existence that he didn't even dare to complain in his small head.

In the blink of an eye, Sycamore finally adapted to the light, but was surprised to find that the small butcher's room was full of people, the old mage with a deadwood staff, the old priest with a heavy-looking metal scepter, Sir Dick with an elegant acpier, the lady Sir with two scimitars in both hands, and Chef Holguin with a kitchen knife, the tanner old Jill with a peeling knife between his fingers, the fat aunt Audrey with a thick rolling pin in the palm of her hand, Willis the hunter, and Baku the herbalist, Barr the apothecary, Gerbao the grocery store owner, and Gerno the fisherman

Almost all the professionals in Shell Village came, almost stuffing the small house, Wutong looked around a little dazedly, and found that the little Lori smiled and poked out her little head from the crowd to look around, while Wu leaned against the door with her arms in her arms, and outside were the armed guards surrounding the three layers inside and three layers outside, and then outside were the players who blocked the streets.

"Well, what's going on?" Sycamore felt as if he had made a big scene.

"Let's go, this stinky house isn't a good place to talk about things, let's go to church first."

Sir Dick smiled and waved his hand, and the armed guards began to disperse the onlookers, and then the NPC professionals who didn't know where they came out of there all walked towards the church, Sycamore and the dejected butcher were surrounded in the middle, little Lori was a little scared, but she still bravely squeezed out of the crowd and ran to Sycamore, timidly grabbed his cloak, and walked directly to Sycamore without ignoring anyone.

(To be continued)