Chapter 68 It's a game, how can you play it without making trouble?
Aowei hammered the young man's shoulder hard, signaling him not to fish and to work hard.
At this time, Sister Astartes walked straight up and asked: "Hello, are there any female Halfling slaves here?"
"Yes, sir, please come inside." The young guard bent down and prepared to welcome the guest in.
But Aowei, who was cautious at the side, immediately came up to him and said, "Master Priest, weapons are not allowed in the business. You see..."
Sister Astartes was stunned for a moment, scratched her head and said, "Then you should keep my weapons. If I lose them, your trading company will pay compensation to me."
"Okay, okay, please forgive us." Aowei hunched over with a naive smile on his face.
The young soldier opened his mouth, suppressed the words "There are no such regulations in commercial banks", and said nothing.
"Well, please..." Sister Astartes took off the mace from her side and handed it over.
Aowei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was overthinking it.
The next second, the hammer that was handed over suddenly accelerated.
"Die first!"
The bent Aowei only had time to open his mouth, but before he could react, his head was rotated in a circle by the whizzing mace.
The young guard screamed and was about to pull out the sword from his waist when he saw Sister Astartes violently attacking him and kicking him in the abdomen. Before he could curl up and make a sound of retching, the mace hit him.
Penetrate into his chest mercilessly.
He opened his mouth, looked a little confused and fell down, looking at the priest who suddenly took action, with a smile on his face, like an evil spirit seeking his life.
"No mercy, no regrets, no fear!" Sister Astartes roared, and strode into the door with a mace in hand.
You can still vaguely hear his voice laughing ferociously from the street: "This mace is much easier to use than magic!"
Amidst a burst of frightened screams from the street, he controlled his body with seemingly endless strength and rushed directly into the slave trading house.
In the backyard, some internal staff had already discovered that something was wrong outside, and were preparing to protect some customers who were visiting inside and evacuated through the small door.
But at this moment, a shrill scream came from the front desk.
It was the wailing of the supervisor who was responsible for receiving relevant guests outside.
The voice stopped before it could call a second time. The director's head was hammered into the wooden cabinet at the front desk by Sister Astartes. He could still vaguely hear his soliloquy coming from the front desk:
"Oh, it turns out your head is not much harder than a cabinet!"
At this time in the backyard.
A businessman in rich clothes clasped his hands, bent over, and said to the nobleman next to him with cold sweat on his face: "Mr. Hansen, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. It's because we were careless and didn't do the relevant protection."
As he spoke, he kept cursing Aowei and the new young warriors for their ineffectiveness.
One of the guards standing next to the noble looked at his boss and said, "Sir Hansen, do you want me to help you handle it?"
"No, no! You are here to watch now. How can we ask the customers to help us quell the commotion." The slave merchant Tyrant wiped the cold sweat on his head.
If you really let your customers do this, there will be no chance for you to develop on Happy Street in the future.
No customer would like to come to a slave trading firm that doesn't even protect their own safety.
"You two go together. I have raised you for so long. It's time for you to show your value." Tyrant turned to look at the two guards in the inner courtyard and added through gritted teeth: "You don't need to be left alive. Dare to break in."
If anyone makes trouble inside the trading house, just kill them."
As for whether killing the man outside will cause any bad consequences?
Please, what can happen? I’m almost out of people to eat, and I’ll probably lose my pants, so who cares about you?
After Tyrant said this, the two warrior adventurers who had been following him looked at each other, took out their weapons and walked towards the front desk.
The two adventurers who came towards them reacted very quickly after entering the front lobby. One of the warriors with a one-handed sword came up and executed a set of three slashes in a row.
Sister Astartes, who collided head-on, didn't even have time to react. In an instant, two visceral injuries appeared on her body.
In the flash of lightning, he didn't even have time to think about how to dodge. He just smiled ferociously and when the soldier was about to take his head, he smashed the mace into the soldier's chest at the cost of his life.
"madman!"
That soldier had never seen such an operation in which he was willing to take a bite of flesh from the enemy without risking his own life!
Retreat decisively and give the other soldier next to you a chance to attack.
The two have obviously been working together for many years. The moment the sword-wielding warrior retreated, the other warrior found the right opportunity to bully him.
Wearing a finger tiger, he took advantage of the moment when Sister Astartes lost control after her mace had a bye, and punched him hard in the chest.
Amidst the clearly audible sound of bone cracking, Sister Astartes grunted, and her upper body instantly dented. The small conical thorns on her fingernails left four deep holes in his chest.
"Assault, death, silent as a swan!" Sister Astartes roared without stopping at all, directly risking death, leaning her body forward and pushing her knees upwards.
The sword-wielding warrior who caught up later cut off his left hand, and achieved the result he wanted - the face of the warrior who was close to him suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
"Hey, look here!"
The Zhihu warrior, who had been attacked by the explosive egg, had his feet trembling, and with one punch he tore apart the small wooden chair that was thrown at him from outside into pieces. He looked at the two unemployed people who rushed over with his bloodshot eyes and laughed angrily.
Forget about that mad dog who didn't want his life.
Damn it, you're not even a professional, yet you dare to come over and attack yourself, a level six beginner warrior?
Just when the two warriors were about to deal heavy blows to the three guys who were recklessly attacking the trading house, the Zhihu warrior suddenly felt a biting pain and pulling sensation on his shoes.
When I lowered my head, I saw that the priest had lost an arm and his left leg was broken. He was actually grabbing his leg with his only remaining arm and biting the soles of his feet viciously with his teeth.
What kind of hatred is this?!
For a moment, he felt so terrified that he subconsciously raised his foot and kicked the lunatic away.
He didn't want to stand next to this madman for a moment.
"Xiu~Sister!" The nun who was thrown into the air was caught by Nanke who was in a panic.
Sister Astarte, whose mouth was full of blood, looked at Nanke and Ran Xiaoyu who had arrived at some unknown time, with a ferocious smile on her face: "You two... ahem, why are you here if you don't complete the mission?"
"Mission mission, I can go to TM mission. I am here to play games, not to let games play. The mission is not done! We will help you kill this guy and let them see what the fourth natural disaster is!"
Ran Xiaoyu grabbed a long stool with a roar and waved it around, with an excited look on his face.
The stool that was thrown just now was her fault.
It’s a game, how can you play it if you don’t cause trouble!
Sister Astarte's eyes moved slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something grateful, but the words turned into a vicious mockery when she reached her lips:
"You two came really slowly. You can just do the missions and fish for fun. Do you think you still need me to call '123 to start a group' when we are playing a group?"
But the next moment, the shadows under their feet squirmed, and the three people's expressions instantly froze.
"Don't move. I don't control my shadow blade that well. If you don't want to die, just stop it!"
The rogue adventurer accompanying the emerging noble slowly rose from the shadows, looked at the three players with bared teeth and said, "Shh, don't make any noise. It's a good experience to see rogues dancing in the shadows.
"
He suddenly took action and grabbed the hair of Ran Xiaoyu, who was restless and wanted to do something small.
Feeling the pain of her hair being pulled, she screamed "ah".
Before he could say more arrogant words, he suddenly felt his scalp numb. His eyes looked at the light blue energy threads wrapped around his hands and feet at some point, and his hairs stood up.
When did this happen?
An indifferent voice sounded: "Can I understand your behavior as...are you trying to provoke me?"
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