Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 142 Challenge the Dwarves
"Really?" Shen Zhimo lowered his head and stared at him: "It is the responsibility of our security office to protect the Thorn Birds from invading. I heard that someone was hacked to death on Tongshu Street a few days ago. This is very bad.
The problem must be solved. In order to strengthen public security, our guards patrol day and night without interruption. Some people even didn't have a full meal for three days and three nights... Uh, what's your name?"
"My name is Rockmode, Lord Sheriff."
Shen Zhimo said: "Oh, dear Rockmode, do you know how much our guards paid for this? In a fight with a gang, a soldier lost his arm. He was only twenty-two years old.
, there is an old mother at home, and the bonus given by the defense commander of Elida City is only fifty silver coins, what should he do? I need the support of the neighbors on Tongshu Street. In order to protect our homeland, everyone must
Take action and don’t let the Black Hand Brotherhood come to blackmail you at will, don’t let our women and children be trafficked as slaves to the distant Principality of Lawrence.”
The girl listened to his long and impassioned speech and looked at him in surprise.
Rockmode seemed to be frightened: "Sir, it seems that it's not that serious in fact?"
"My soldiers work dangerously, are paid too little, and often don't have enough to eat. Many of them have decided to retire. Now there are only about ten of them in the police station. Alas."
This was the first time Rockmode saw a Sheriff coming to complain, and he said it so sincerely. He couldn't help but echoed: "Yes, life is very difficult."
"So I hope that all the residents of Tongshu Street will support our work. Pay a certain amount of management fees every month so that the guards will no longer go hungry. Now, starting from your magic iron furnace, the amount is not too much, five hundred a month.
It’s just silver dollars, give me the money quickly.”
Only then did Rockmode understand Shen Zhimo's intention, and his expression immediately became cold and he said, "This is impossible. What does your security office have to do with us civilians? We have paid all the taxes we should pay!"
"You said it just now. Tongshu Street is very safe. No criminal dares to break in. The reason is that your peaceful life was bought by the guards with their blood and lives. Tell me, Rockmode, do you like drinking?
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Dwarves are the race that likes to drink the most. Rockmode said: "Of course! I also have a barrel of gin hidden away, my lord. Would you like to try it together?"
"No, Rockmode, if there were not a defense line made of flesh and blood by the guards, your blacksmith shop would be destroyed by thugs." Shen Zhimo's tone was no longer friendly: "If there is no security station, you still want to drink.
?Drink your urine! Who is in charge here? Tell him to get the money as soon as possible, I am in a hurry and have no time to mushroom with you."
Rockmode was not afraid at all. He chuckled and said, "I just said it. No bad guy dares to break into Tongshu Street, including you security guards who don't do good things. What? Do you want to seal up the blacksmith shop? I'm waiting."
The girl sitting opposite said a few words to the guards beside her. The two guards walked up to Shen Zhimo, sandwiched him on the left and right, put their hands on the hilt of their swords, puffed out their chests and said arrogantly: "Miss
She doesn't like people making noise around her, please go out." With that look, her nostrils almost went up to the sky, and she didn't pay attention to anyone.
Shen Zhimo saw that the steps of these two guards were steady, and their shoulders did not sway at all as they walked. Their eyes flickered, and there was a halo of piety wrapped around their feet, and a light blue light enveloped their palms. They should be one level higher than Simon.
The Paladin was definitely not underestimated, and sneered: "Oh? I am here to raise funds for the disabled guards of the Public Security Station, am I bothering her?"
Paladins who use the power of the Holy Light to fight against the evil forces of darkness have always been the backbone of the Human Alliance. They dedicate their bodies and minds to the Holy Light, possessing a lofty status and invincible abilities. Each Paladin is the elite among the elite.
They have always maintained the tradition of humility - although only on the surface. The person on the left said: "Sir, please respect yourself. If you have any difficulties, you can apply to your immediate superiors for resolution, instead of blackmailing civilians here." The Paladin's
His status was much higher than that of the Sheriff, so he didn't take Shen Zhimo seriously. Rockmode leaned over and nodded to the girl, explaining something in a low voice.
Aubrey thought that she had to show off in front of the boss no matter what, so she stepped forward carelessly, walked around the paladin twice, looked at him sideways, and said in a sinister way: "How come this three-acre piece of land is just like this?"
Are you a fool? Do you know who we are?"
The paladin sneered: "Isn't he just the local sheriff? What's there to be proud of?"
Aubrey slapped the table: "Then should you crawl out right now?"
The expressions of the two paladins changed.
Shen Zhimo waved his hand and said: "Forget it, don't argue with irrelevant people like them, we just want the public security management fees."
Unexpectedly, the calm and elegant girl ordered her subordinates: "Valentine, throw these two despicable civilians out. I hate seeing that kind of disgusting face."
"Yes, miss." The two paladins responded at the same time.
Before Aubrey could get angry, the girl added: "What kind of Sheriff, do you think you are big? Break all their hands."
The dwarves in the blacksmith shop stopped their work and gloated about the good show. In everyone's eyes, the insignificant Sheriff was not enough to compete with the girl's power. Yes, they would be sanctioned by the Holy Light.
He's going to die.
Shen Zhimo only thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that the two paladins actually came up and pushed him, saying: "Get out quickly, are you going to keep your left hand or your right hand?" The force was amazing, and I felt a huge force.
It surged from his shoulders, and if he hadn't been resisted by the internal force of the breath circulation in his body, he would have flown out the door directly. Aubrey, who was walking with him, staggered and rolled to the ground.
The paladin let out a sigh and said, "I didn't expect the Sheriff's kung fu to be pretty good, and he was quite capable. No wonder he dared to be so crazy."
Shen Zhimo was also shocked in his heart. In previous battles with magicians, he always relied on speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy to win by surprise. He was almost invincible. He spent less than one-tenth of his internal energy to step on the top of the world of Samur.
Under the feet, facing the power of the Paladins for the first time, the feeling was very different. The skills exuded in their movements were no less than those of first-class martial arts masters.
The girl who can command these two Paladins like slaves must have an extraordinary status. The young man beside her is handsome and suave, needless to say, and the clothes she wears are trendy.
The description is mainly that the fabric of the robe is made of high-quality magic-weave silk. The price of magic-weave silk is astonishing, and it has always been only supplied to the Ministry of Magic as magic experiments. Because of its preciousness, it is only allowed to be worn by nobles above the earl.
, if other ordinary civilians wear it, it is a serious crime. It seems that the guy who easily breaks one of his own hands is not a small person.
While he was thinking about it, the paladin slapped him over. Shen Zhimo caught his palm and said with a smile: "No? I'm just collecting public security management fees, so you want to break my hand? Can't you be reasonable in everything?" "
The girl heard that he dared to be stubborn and sneered: "How can a superior person have an argument with an inferior person?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhimo stretched out his right hand at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, pinched the Paladin's throat, which was only lightly protected by armor, lifted him more than ten centimeters off the ground with one hand, and said: "Since you are being unreasonable, I'm sorry. Now, I will give you two choices, live humblely or die proudly?"
The paladin was extremely angry. The light in his palms flowed rapidly. The power of the holy light formed a cylindrical "hammer of sanctions" in mid-air and fell towards his head. At this moment, another paladin stood in a lunge with his hands together and stretched out. , sending a "Holy Crusader Lightning" at him that could shatter rocks and crack gold.
"Drink!" Shen Zhimo took four elephant steps forward to avoid the "Hammer of Holy Light Sanctions". He gathered the power of his powerful Vajra Palm with his left hand and swung outwards, hitting the lightning edge.
"Does he want his life? Dare he stand up to the Holy Crusaders Lightning?" everyone was thinking.
With a "crack" sound, all of Shen Zhimo's sleeves were shattered into pieces. The surface of the fist was burnt black, with light smoke coming out, and a few remaining electric sparks dancing on it. The hammer of punishment fell at his feet, hitting the ground and shaking out spider webs. shaped cracks.
He actually endured it like this! Using flesh and blood to resist magic is simply unimaginable!
He sank down from the horse, his arm muscles bulged high, he just pinched the paladin's neck and slapped it to the ground, pulled out a wrist-breaking knife and pointed it at the nose of another astonished guy and said: "Kneel down and lick me. Shoes, I will forgive your fault."
"Go to the dream!" The man was furious and shouted: "Welcome the divine wrath! Let the holy light purify your sinful heart!" Holding the hilt of the sword, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up around himself, and his hair was fluttering in the wind. , so majestic that the ashes in the furnace were blown away.
Before he could launch any shocking moves, Shen Zhimo kicked him in the chest. The kick was as fast as lightning, colliding with his whirlwind and exploding with a bang. The paladin fell upside down, flew out in the air, and hit the On the wall, the stone wall behind him was cracked in pieces, and a circle with a perfect diameter was recessed.
He lay down sideways, his armor was sunk into a footprint, his face was twisted, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.