Chapter eight hundred and eighty third the power of power
The atmosphere in the tavern instantly became tense, and everyone's eyes fell on Downton. Everyone knew that Mohawk did not want to touch him because he was in a foreign country and Downton's aristocratic status. If he gave in,
, now go away obediently, nothing will happen. If you say it again, it will be a big trouble.
"Boy, go home and get some milk!"
"Which woman's crotch is not clamped to you and exposed? It's embarrassing here!"
"I've seen too many women taking off their clothes and dancing. It's boring. How about we watch this guy dance?"
Mohawk's mercenaries laughed and stared at Downton with unkind expressions. They were all adjudication-level magic users. In a third-rate country, they would be enough to serve as guard captains and instructors in noble families.
Downton did not answer, but looked at the young dancer, "Why don't you take the opportunity to escape?"
"You...what...you...do?"
The girl was trembling with fear, but she had not been infected by society yet, so she maintained a kind heart and was worried about Downton.
"Haha, do you still have time to care about others?" Mohawk laughed and yelled at the bartender, "Go tell your boss that I want this dancer!"
"The leader is so lucky again!"
"Yes, this girl looks like a chick at first glance. The joy of opening her bud is very wonderful!"
"Captain, you are a dragon slayer, take it easy and don't kill others!"
The mercenaries were talking among themselves and didn't take Downton seriously at all. You know, the leader was a baron.
Some impatient mercenaries even jumped on the stage to catch the girl.
The girl dodged, and these mercenaries smiled obscenely, deliberately not grabbing her directly, but blocking the way and licking her body.
"Boy, get out of here and get out of here. I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."
"Oops, sorry, I took off your underwear!"
A mercenary pulled off the girl's underwear, put it under his nose and took a deep sniff. His face was filled with intoxicating teasing.
The girl's face was filled with panic. She held her chest with both hands and tried her best to avoid the mercenary's hands. She was so anxious that she burst into tears.
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"
The other mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern had a completely unconcerned attitude and whistled and made noises.
Downton did not take action, but looked at the locals. He wanted to know how this guy would react when he saw his compatriots being bullied.
Only a small number of people expressed anger. Most of them were indifferent, which disappointed Downton.
"Boy, let's go quickly. This guy is a dragon slayer, so he must be a noble. He can kill a common dancer without even going to jail!"
A middle-aged man warned Downton in a low voice. He always felt that this boy looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"Hey, look at how you look. Are you still a virgin? Here, I'll reward you!"
A mercenary threw a mouthful of saliva on his underwear, then rolled it up into a ball and threw it towards Downton, not forgetting to give a middle finger at the end.
"Very good, I've changed my mind. Not only will your tongue be left behind, but all of you will die!"
Downton's face was so gloomy that he was about to shed tears.
Hearing this, the mercenaries who had not jumped on the high platform to tease the dancers couldn't help themselves. They stood up one by one and surrounded Downton.
"Ah? Haha, did I hear it right? Our leader is a fifth-level dragon slayer, why do you want us to die?"
A mercenary walked up to Downton, reached out and slapped Downton on the cheek.
"Go away!"
Downton didn't even dodge, he directly raised his foot and stepped on the mercenary's belly.
boom!
The mercenary fell straight out like he was hit by a cannonball, knocking over the dining tables along the way, and spilling wine and dishes on the floor.
"beat him!"
With shouts and clatters, the mercenaries swarmed up and beat Downton.
Downton could stun these guys with a single Wrath of the Lonely Mountain, but there was no way he could do it himself, so he directly faced them and punched them hard.
boom!
Downton tilted his head, dodged the mercenary's fist, and punched his right shoulder with a crack, shattering the shoulder blade.
A mercenary pounced on him from behind. Downton dodged sideways and kicked him in the calf, causing the guy to crawl forward in the air.
Downton grabbed him by the hair, used him as a human mace, and swung him at the others.
The mercenaries were all accustomed to bad fights. When they saw that Downton was difficult to deal with, they didn't need to remind each other and directly released their talents.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
All kinds of magic are shooting at Downton, so what if he kills people? Even if the captain can't stand it, the caravan's steward can still protect him.
boom!
A liquid mass appeared above Downton's head, swallowed the magic attacks, and then waved his hand.
Zhi!
A golden dragon gun shot out, stabbing a mercenary who had grabbed the dancer and was about to kiss her chest to death.
Whoosh!
Blood spread and splashed all over the dancer, and then there were screams of ah, ah.
"kill him!"
Seeing the death of his subordinates, Mohawk's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he personally pounced on Downton, punching his face hard. At the same time, the mercenaries on the high platform also left the dancers behind and pounced on him.
"Go to hell!"
Seeing that Downton was actually going to fight with him, Mohawk already showed a determined smile. However, in the next moment, a huge force came from the fist surface, accompanied by the sound of fractures, and the wrist was visibly twisted.
boom!
Mohawk fell, and before the mercenaries who had just jumped off the platform landed, they saw a wave of golden dragon spears suddenly appearing in front of them, and they started shooting.
Puff puff!
The dragon spear pierced them and nailed them all to the high platform.
Except for the wails and screams, the entire tavern fell completely silent. Everyone stared at Downton in stunned silence. No one expected that this young man could actually defeat a powerful fifth-level dragon slayer.
They didn't know that Downton was planning to use these guys to show off to the public, otherwise he would shoot them directly.
"Do you know who I am?"
Mohawk traveled all over the country and was not stupid. After one move, he estimated Downton's strength and did not dare to attack again. Instead, he reported to his family.
"Cut out your own tongue!"
Downton's eyes were so cold that some guests who wanted to leave when they saw how big the matter was were did not dare to pass by him.
"Boy, don't push yourself too far, we are a mercenary group controlled by the Steinway family!"
Some mercenaries endured the severe pain and shouted out.
"It seems you are planning to let me take action?"
Downton waved his hand and divine vengeance was launched, piercing the thigh of the speaking mercenary.
Boom!
There was a loud noise. A group of security guards opened the door and rushed into the pub.
"Everyone put down their weapons, raise their hands to cover their heads, and stand aside!"
As the security captain shouted, all the guests quickly stepped back and did as they were told. Even the adventurers who had always had little legal awareness did not dare to talk nonsense and could only mutter a few curses in their hearts.
There is no way, this security team is composed of barbarians, not to mention fully armed. They are also equipped with crossbows. With these cold arrows pointed at their heads, no one dares to make a mistake.
"I am a dragon slayer and a noble. This guy disturbs me from watching the dancers. How are you going to deal with it?" Although it was a bit embarrassing, Mohawk seemed to have seen a savior and shouted at the security captain.
"I remembered. You are Lord Downton, so you don't look familiar. I saw you from a distance during the parade that day!"
When the middle-aged man saw that Downton didn't care about the security soldiers at all, he suddenly realized that when they entered the royal capital that day, there were too many different races under Downton's command, especially the drow. They attracted most people's attention.
In addition, he rides the Green Goblin and moves faster, so I only remember a rough idea of his appearance.
"What?"
The mohawk is like falling into an ice cave. The Hand of the King in Delankfurt has been in the limelight recently, and some bards have even begun to sing his story, so who has not heard of his legendary experience?
"Stairs of Wands?"
The faces of the mercenaries were extremely pale. No wonder they crushed dozens of magic users on their side. They were scepters. It was ridiculous that I thought that slaying the dragon would dominate here.
"No, it's possible that the middle-aged man admitted his mistake."
The last bit of luck in Mohawk's heart was shattered by the security guards, because they all knelt down and saluted Downton.
"Owner!"
Seeing the shockingly imposing barbarians all kneeling on one knee in front of Downton, the others finally reacted and quickly knelt down as well.
The young dancer covered her mouth with her right hand and looked at Downton in shock. She never imagined that the person who saved her would be such a big shot.
"Cut out the tongues of these guys, put a sign on their body that says 'I should not insult the people of Frankfurt', and hang them in the square until they die. I want all foreigners to know
, if you insult Frankfurt, you must wash it away with blood!"
Downton turned around and walked outside the tavern. He had no interest in staying any longer.
"As you command!"
Several security guards took the order and pounced on the mercenaries.
"No, you can't do that, we are mercenaries of the Steinway family!"
The mercenaries were frightened and looked at Mohawk, while the mercenary leader who had been arrogant just now was like a stray dog, begging Downton for forgiveness.
Fight? Don't be kidding, that's a scepter level, you can crush him to death with one hand.
"No!"
Mohawk didn't want to die, so he jumped up and wanted to escape, but the fury of the lonely mountain swept across and directly impacted his soul, causing him to faint and fall to the ground like a dead fish.
Downton wiped the blood on his hands with a silk scarf, walked to the door, stopped again, turned back, and scanned the whole place.
"Honestly, I am very disappointed with everything today, not only because Frankfurt was insulted, but also because you were insulted in the face of your compatriots, but still remained indifferent, so as punishment, all the locals in the pub today have to do
Three months of free social work!”
Until Downton left, no one dared to say a word. They all knelt on the ground and watched as the security guards cut out the mercenaries' tongues and dragged them out of the tavern.
"You yourself look down on yourselves, and you want others to look down on you?"
The barbarian captain showed his middle finger and left with a look of disdain. If the barbarians were bullied, even if they didn't know them, they would go up and help.
The locals were so ashamed that they no longer wanted to enjoy the singing and dancing, so they all left with their heads down. (To be continued...)