Niza held the bench and danced tightly, and his mouth kept muttering, "My sword is like frost, and my white horse is like lightning!" The heavy bench was like a snake in his hand, and it stabbed at the boy's chest and ass as tightly as possible, avoiding the vital points of the human body.

The whirring wind frightened the drinking men into waking up halfway from drinking, and the boss, who had been laughing just now, looked at Niza tremblingly, hesitating to run away and call for the guards.

But the boy was even angrier, and he shouted loudly, drew his sword with both hands, and slashed at Niza, whose heavy sword brought out a dazzling white shadow, and Niza flew upside down with the broken bench before their eyes.

Mathilde groaned as he moved the table away, causing Niza to fall to the floor with a loud wolf bèi. Aled glanced at his friend, shook his head, and shoved all sorts of bits and pieces of food into his mouth.

"Good. The disgraced Niza sat up and smiled at the boy, "You win Niza, and your great name will spread throughout Calradia." ”

"No, you only used one bench. Otherwise......" Seeing Niza being knocked out, the boy was embarrassed and his face began to redden.

"A loss is a loss. Even if I'm using a chopstick. Niza's eyes widened and he looked viciously at the drunks who were onlookers, and the spectators booed and dispersed, returning to their seats in twos and threes to continue the conversation.

"Why don't you have a drink? What's your name? ”

"Blake, Blake Sipp. ”

Until a few years later, in the icy spring breeze on the shores of Tiha. Aled still recalls his sudden encounter with his three friends at the Tavern of Dehrim, where their fates have crossed. With his memories, he looked at the other side of the sea and sank alone

The night is getting dark. The smell of low-quality alcohol, perfume, and tobacco filled the hall.

The four partners were noisily pushing glasses and changing lamps in the hotel, and they were all obviously a little drunk. Mathilde's cheeks flushed, and he held Ared's dizzy head in both hands, muttering to himself. Niza sang sadly on the side, the lyrics were to the effect that the poor man of the lovelorn man cursed the pair of shameless men and women, he hummed and chirped and made a crying sound, while shooting ** indistinct eyes at the lonely beauties around him.

And poor Blake was drunk. He hugged Ared's leg tightly and rubbed his head back and forth on it, his turban scattered aside. Revealing his long black and messy hair, he still muttered to himself, "Grandpa, I don't dare to drink your wine anymore...... Grandfather. Rather, Niza came to his senses, and nodded kindly in response to Blake.

At night, the tavern is still bustling. In the midst of the shouts of throwing dice, clinking wine glasses, and shouting five and six. Ared's eyes suddenly cleared, his brows furrowed slightly, he broke free from Mathilde's hands, put the bowl from which he had poured the wine upside down on the table, and listened quietly with his ears close to his mother's delicate face.

"There are 20 alleys in front. Hurried footsteps rang out in the alley outside the door. Ared exchanged a look with Niza and said, "There are about three or four people in the back street. ”

Niza groaned. "Don't sue me again, it's the same as last time, and it's your creditor who catches up and kills. I've known you for 3 months. Almost lost 3 lives. I sue you, let's break up, break up!"

"I like to play with my life, but I don't like to play with my own life all the time! you broom star!" he swore and stood up, glancing at the other two who were not moved, snatching the dry food from Alaed's table, grabbing his sword and package and leaving.

"I think it's himself who is really lightning-fast. Mathilde sneered, "What a good friend." ”

"Actually, he's really my best friend. Ared said seriously.

"Bang-" The wooden door was kicked in, and dust and moonlight poured into the store. The hotel quieted down, the ruffian with the tattoo on his neck stood up with an unkind face, and the maids who shuttled back and forth stood in place in stunned place, while the hotel owner walked to the door with a kitchen knife menacingly, and quietly fell back to the counter, put down the kitchen knife and walked into the kitchen, slamming the door.

A bald-headed, tangled, middle-aged sheriff walked majestically into the store, followed by dozens of Swadia light infantry with torches.

"Take everyone away, and find out who is that Bemmond?" he glared at each of the men with a fierce gaze that wanted to eat people—he had just been awakened from his bed by the assembled trumpets, and was forced to leave his young lady.

The men cursed and were led out of the door with their hands tied, while the children crouched on the ground and were searched under severe reprimands, and the women screamed as hard as they could. The tavern was filled with shouts, cries for help, and the cacophony of broken glasses and plates.

"Your enemy?"

"Probably...... Forget it. Ared replied weakly.

"Well, I think I'll have to change the table and take care. Mathilde poured a glass of cold water into Black's collar and stood up to leave Arred. Blake awoke suddenly, straightened up and sat up.

"Stop, that woman over there!" the sheriff rebuked, seeing Mathilde standing up, "lean against the wall and wait for my soldiers to search her!"

"Do you know that I am the daughter of a nobleman of the Nord, the noble widow of the squire!" Mathilde raised his voice, his eyebrows erected, "you bald goatee!"

"I'm sorry, this is Svadia. The sheriff's beard shook and he gave an ugly sneer, "Moreover, Nord has just declared war on us - take this suspicious Nord woman, and I will interrogate her tonight!"

"Well, I changed my mind. Mathilde looked at Alaed, "Aried Bihoff, are you going to be sent out of the house like a dog, or are you going to die like the greatest warrior like me?"

"It's Arred Nosam," said Ared, standing up, his delicate eyes glowing with imposing spirit, "or, as you say, my name is Bemond Bihof Tez, just like my valiant grandfather." ”

"Catch them both!" the sheriff excitedly drew his sword and rushed forward. The bloated body is agile like a cheetah. The light infantry shouted and drew their weapons and rushed towards the two Nords.

A heavy slash struck the sheriff. "Ping-" The sheriff staggered backwards and is knocked to the ground with a crisp metal hit. He slammed over the tables and stools and the soldiers behind him who couldn't dodge, and let out a roar of rage, his sword shining brightly into the beams of the hotel, still trembling.

Blake put down his greatsword and said, "I've been in trouble since I was a child, so my grandfather kicked me out of the tribe." Today. I don't care about messing with it again. ”

"Think clearly, boy, we're going to lose our heads. Mathilde slowly drew his sword.

"You invite me to drink and tell me jokes. We're friends. ”

"Very well," said Bermond, tearing off the poet's cloak, removing the axe from the back buckle of his tight leather armor and holding it out to his companion. "This is the same tomahawk used by Bihov and Cesa. It's called Snow Wolf's Fang. ”

"This sword is called Nock - the name of my dead husband. I had promised to use this sword to reclaim a piece of the sword that belonged to him. Mathilde folded his sword on his battle axe.

"My sword is called Abilie, forged to protect my companions. Blake stacked his swords on top of each other—the great swords of the hill tribesmen, the tomahawks of the Bihov family, and the Germanic longswords of the nobles' widows.

The scene was chaotic, and the sheriff, seeing that something was wrong, scrambled out of the hotel, howling for support. Fireworks calling for help shot into the sky, urgent bells rang in all directions, and dense footsteps could be heard in the distance. More than a dozen veteran soldiers shouted majestically and danced swords at the door, pushing and shouting, but they refused to take a step forward.

And seven or eight recruits screamed and slashed at the three of them indiscriminately.

"Aha, this level of our Nord can only play with little girls!" Mathilde rushed to the three recruits. Like an excited she-wolf, three men rushed towards her frantically, only to be turned around and slash with a sword of inferior wooden shields that flew at the front. A backhand elbow hit the nose of another screaming man, and the last kick knocked over the third man who had just rushed in front of him. "Looks like I miscalculated, I should be evenly matched with the slugs. ”

In front of Bemmond, three swaying Swadian recruits fell backwards drunk, each with a head of pottery shards and broken wood—Bemond had snow wolf teeth in his mouth, his outstretched hands still clasping three pairs of chopsticks and two clay bowls, and staring at the last soldier who was almost paralyzed with fright.

Blake closed his eyes and raised his sword, and the tip of the sword trembled lightly as if it were alive, and coldly pointed at the soldier who was so weak that he kept retreating on the ground, and the soldier crawled to the door, and suddenly let out a cry. Throwing down his sword, ignoring the sheriff's rebuke, he howled and ran into the distance.

"Crossbowmen ready!" the sheriff was furious, and he commanded the Svadia crossbowmen who followed the bell.

"Sir, the Lord said that he wants to live Bemond......" His deputy, an old crossbowman-looking officer who looked so dry that he almost fainted, hurriedly took his hand and pleaded bitterly, "Don't mess with that Lord!"

"Get out of here!" the sheriff angrily slapped the officer, picked up a crossbow, and pulled the trigger towards the hotel, "Kill these Nord mongrels!"

Bang bang bang - seven or eight crossbow arrows shot into the hotel lobby like lightning, and in an instant sawdust flew everywhere with a dull loud sound. Bemmond rolled over and threw Blake, who was still silent, to the ground, and Mathilde slammed the wine table in front of the two of them, just blocking the three bolts that came from him, and the violently shaking table hit Blake's head, almost making him faint.

"Bastard, what's the move?" Mathilde gave Blake a pop.

“...... I'm still wondering what position to ......," Blake whispered.

"Shoot!" The sparse but lethal crossbow bolts were shot into the house, and the veterans saw the opportunity and rushed into the hotel in an orderly manner with their shields, while the three companions rolled and dodged behind the wine table, eating their faces full of ash.

"My sword is like frost! My white horse is like lightning!"

The walls of the hotel were kicked open, and Niza sprang up, holding a shiny scimitar, and shouted, "Adelina, please bless me as always!"

"Hey, I thought you ran away. Mathilde scoffed.

"There are more soldiers out there than this!Less nonsense, come on!" Niza grabbed Mathilde from the ground, and Bemmond jumped on his horse with Blake in his arms. (To be continued......)