City of Sin: In the war of February 11th Ogre

The pub owner walked out of the room again, with six bottles of homemade whiskey on his tray. "Do you know the domain name?" The speed of his drinking can't keep up with the speed of drinking Ogre.

"This wine is my sīzang, the taste is very different, but be careful, its stamina is very strong." The pub owner reminded diligently. But to listen to that tone, it is better to encourage it. The situation is obviously that the three guests on this table will be able to drain all his inventory and make him a big profit.

Medium Rare snorted, grabbed the tray, put it on the table, grabbed a wine bottle, reached out to unscrew the bottleneck, and poured it into the throat. The spirits swelled into the throat, and it really smelled of a fruity wood, mellow and smooth, much better than the wine in front. In addition, there is a strong mellow stamina hidden in the liquor, and a bottle of diarrhea makes Medium Rare feel a little comfortable and dizzy for a while. His belly moved and there was a loud hiccup.

The mén of the pub was pulled away, and two people entered the pub one after the other. Looking at their costumes, it is the common Bounty Hunter of Bloodstained Lands, that is, the guards, bodyguards and horse bandits do everything and rely on the hard work of making money. They were obviously two different groups. The four people in the front seized a good position, making the three people behind very dissatisfied. There are only two tables left in the pub, which are adjacent to Medium Rare and Olar.

No one wants to be close to Ogre, even if Medium Rare is a good-tempered Ogre most of the time.

The three Bounty Hunters murmured something, but it was already late at night, and they did n’t seem to want to look elsewhere, so they chose a table and sat down. When one of them turned around and sat down, his movements were larger, his cloak was flying, and he brushed over the back of the head of Medium Rare. 15

"Hey! You have met me!" Medium Rare Weng said agrily.

"Sorry, partner, this place is a bit narrow." The hunter said with apology and fear. His companions also watched nervously, but no one dared to make a misunderstanding.

Medium Rare didn't care about it any more, and waved a big hand, this matter is considered to have passed. Olar only glanced at the hunters and ignored it.

Now Medium Rare drinking is rising, making him in a good mood. After endless battles, Medium Rare felt that his body was full of power, and after a while, he could try to hit the barrier of Level 13. And his physical activity has increased greatly, which is a sign of impending variation. Although no mutation can be produced in Level 12, it is not bad to have mutation in Level 13. After all, only one or two of the ten Ogres can mutate.

However, he felt itchy at the back of his neck, as if bitten by a mosquito, so he reached out and scratched it, cursing the mad mosquito. Bloodstained Lands is really different, actually can breed mosquitoes that can penetrate the thick skin of Ogre.

After the two tables of hunters sat down and asked for wine and meals, they started drinking and bragging, talking about all kinds of anecdotes in the adventure, laughing all the time, and warming up the pub atmosphere.

Medium Rare is having a good time chatting with Olar. "You do n’t know. At that time, Old Nazir asked me and Tiramisu every day to eat a lot of things that were mixed with roots and grass blades. That thing was really unpalatable! Speaking of eating every day, you can gradually become smarter. What is the use of being smart? It is more effective against powerful enemies, or strength. Now few guys can withstand my hammer. Tiramisu has always been smarter than me, but he has never been able to beat Me, even if I learned magic. By the way, little Olar, you know, old Nazir said I can learn magic too. But I hate to pose, standing there like a stupid goose, oh, of course the owner is Exception. I prefer to bluntly smash the enemy's head with wood bāng! "

Olar snorted and said, "Did you not like cooking like Tiramisu at that time? When did you get a chance to smash the enemy's skull? In addition, I am older than you, not a young Olar!"

Medium Rare scratched his scalp, thinking a little sleepily, and said, "I like to cook at that time? Have you said that? oh, but it is also possible that the old Nazil cooks too bad. Later … And then he died. Although the food he cooked was unpalatable, Tiramisu and I liked him very much, and therefore like humans. ”

"It is humans who make you a slave!" Olar said coldly. He was once a human slave, and his **** Half-Elf status made him unable to gain status in humans and Elf.

Medium Rare grabbed the top of his head hard and said, "However, the owner is also a human."

Olar nodded this time and agreed. Richard is actually a very good host, who treats his people very much and has a great future. It would be even better if there were not two more fierce womans around him. Olar thought with emotion. Both quicksand and Waterflower are extremely beautiful, but now as long as they think of them, Half-Elf even doubts whether he will not do so.

At this moment, Medium Rare felt itchy again in the back of the neck, and the mosquito seemed to be very poisonous. To know that Ogre is naturally resistant to viruses and diseases, and can bite the mosquitoes of Ogre. Medium Rare has not seen it in his life. But he scratched his hand and suddenly screamed!

His back neck was already swollen with a bowl-shaped bulge. When he did n’t grab it, it was okay. When he grabbed it, he burst suddenly and sprayed a thick black plasma, which hurt his bones!

"What's the matter?" Olar was startled, and the drink was immediately sober. He stood up horribly, but saw that the seven hunters coming in were taking out their weapons from under the robe. In a blink of an eye, several jīng steel crossbows were already aimed at him!

And when the hunter closest to Medium Rare has a short knife with a wide blade and no light, he is heading towards backchā of Ogre! The knife was quick and ruthless, and partial and silent. If Olar just faced him and took everything into his eyes, he could not feel there was a person there.

One Assassin, High Rank Assassin! Olar's hair is about to stand up, and the cold ice of death has soaked his heart! Four hand crossbows have been sent at the same time, and the short and tailless crossbow arrows came out with a sharp howling sound. triangular's armor-piercing arrow flashed a strange blue light, and apparently there were deadly poison on it.

The distance is so close, and it is a sudden raid. Olar can't avoid it at all, and because of his physique, even if he is wearing a chain mail, he can't resist the collection of armor piercing arrows.

Medium Rare suddenly roared, and the loud sound bō shocked everyone to be black, the wine bottle pipi papa in the tavern exploded, and the debris splashed all over! It didn't seem to feel the short knife that had been pierced from under its ribs. The usual swiftness and flexibility did not seem to be affected at all. He stood up suddenly, and his thick body like a solid barrier blocked Olar and Phaser together!

The muffled noise kept ringing, and all four armor-breaking poison arrows submerged into back of Ogre, and entered its body deeply, leaving only four small holes in the body surface.

PS: The fourth is more, the dawn is in front!