Valdo Roentgen, a native of Bell Tower village on the south coast of the Kingdom of Polkaya, 17 years old, 1.92 meters tall, wears fisherman clothes all the year round, and has a juvenile childishness and delicateness. Although he looks rustic, he follows the dawn After five years of mixing, there was no cowardice in his eyes.

Vic Blatter, from the village of Bell Tower on the south coast of the Kingdom of Polkaya, 19 years old, height 2.5 meters, is currently the deputy captain of the soldiers of the city defense town of the Kingdom of Polkaya. Bronze skin, set off the stalwart figure, the eyes show a delicate and powerful breath from time to time.

　　 These are two completely different temperaments, as distinct as ice and fire.

　　 came to the tavern, Mosel's voice came over.

　　 "Brother Dawn, here."

At dawn, a few people walked over, Moser smiled and greeted them one by one. They were already familiar with each other on weekdays. Blatt and Roentgen were not polite, and went straight into the tavern and started yelling: "Old man, business as usual, thirty catties. Cooked food, thirty catties of wine."

　　 The youngest gopher and Eddie also ran in.

"Come here." The barkeeper is a seventy or eighty-year-old man with his granddaughter in the business. The top has been defeated, but his body is quite strong. He looked at the six people headed by Dawn and smiled. stand up.

　　 Mosel took the bag full of Bailey and threw it on the bar.

　　 "Moselle, where did you get so many Baileys?" Roentgen was a little surprised. All of Moselle's money was used to buy sailboats. Where did he get the money now?

　　 Mosel laughed loudly: "Roentgen, you look down on me Mosel too much. Anyway, Mosel has been in the Bell Tower Village for more than 20 years."

　　 Mosel continued to greet the few people who took their seats at dawn: "Come here, don't worry about so many, today I won't be drunk or go home."

　　 "Old man, hurry up." Mosel couldn't help but urged, and a long-haired girl struggling to carry the wine barrel to the door.

　　 "Slow down." Just as the girl was about to fall, dawn walked over to catch the wine barrel.

　　 The girl's face was reddened: "Thank you, Brother Dawn."

　　 After a while, the old man held the tray and put the hot cooked food on the table: "Mosel kid, didn't you go out to sea today..."

　　 Mosel choked, remembering what happened today, and replied angrily: "I want you to take care of it, old man."

　　 The old man shook his head: "Young people nowadays are crazy..."

　　 I took a sip of wine into my mouth at dawn, and I felt much more comfortable. The wine in this world is not strong at all. As a wine lover in the previous life, he rarely drank low alcohol wine, but in this world, he can only do what he likes.

　　 "Moselle, did your ship change from a seller?" Several people drank a few large pots of wine, and couldn't help but ask at dawn.

"What family property is not family property, but just a few fishing tools. It is impossible to fish. It is impossible to fish in this life. I want to be a big pirate, let Burscheid Moser Her name resounded through the sea!" Mosel was extremely heroic under the influence of alcohol at this time.

　　 "Resounding through the sea? Lehahahahaha..."

　　 Suddenly, there was a roar of sneers in the tavern. It was a few middle-aged men with swords and axes, and there were famous bandits nearby.

　　 The cyan wine bottle jumped over, the table was in a mess, and oil stains spilled out.

　　 "Boys, really he? Mom can brag, hahaha."

　　 Mosel blushed, knowing that those people were drunk and deliberately looking for something, but without the slightest fear, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it over.

　　 Snap, the big man was hit directly on the top of the head, and the blood flowed out.

　　 "Little devil, are you looking for death?" The big man stood up angrily and waved the big axe on the table: "Master today will teach you little devil who lives and lives."

　　 The axe blade suddenly pierced the air, and Mosel did not react, looking at the dark cold light in surprise.

　　 At this moment, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and the axe in the hand of the big man strayed strangely and banged on the wine table.

　　The wine table was torn apart, food and wine scattered all over the place, and the tavern was inexplicably quiet.

　　 "Excuse me, is there any wine?" A man over two meters walked into the door. He was dressed in a deep blue cloak and had eyes that people would never forget.

　　 Dawn turned his head and shook, his angular features, scarlet tattoos on his left cheek, and the pair of calm and domineering eyes that are as unpredictable as an abyss, all reveal the identity of the visitor.

　　 Everyone looked at him and they were all shocked. The man was at least two meters tall and wearing a blue cloak. There was no sound of wind when he walked. Just looking at his back gave him an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

　　 When did he come in...Everyone, including Dawn, didn’t notice.

　　The mountain thief man was still looking angry just now. When he met those eyes, there was a deep chill in his heart, straight through his back.

　　 Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to everyone at all, so the bandit guy was relieved.

　　 Why did he come here? Is it a coincidence. Dawn murmured in his heart.

　　 "Yes..." The old man was stunned for a long time. He heard the low voice of the man in the cloak rushing to greet him, and soon he had a lot of wine and food.

　　 Dorag ignored the gazes of others in the tavern, and sat on the corner. Dawn looked at him in surprise, feeling that although he was sitting there quietly, it felt like a vortex, surging forever.

　　With this momentum alone, how many people are there in the world?

"Die to the uncle." Seeing that the man ignored him, the bandit guy reacted and swung his axe off in anger. This was going to be severe. Mosel's life is hard to save. As the bandit leader in Zhonglou Village, No one has ever dared to humiliate him like this.

"The knife is here." Blatter quickly handed the saber at his waist, and Xiao Xiao held his left hand back, brushed and pulled, and instantly slashed his arm holding the axe against the big man's arm, a glimmer of cold light like the moonlight, and then Blood splattered.

　　 clang...The axe fell in response, and the big man was stunned for a moment before he felt a great pain. The arm holding the axe was cut off from the joint by the blade and fell on the ground and wriggled.

When dawn, the left hand held the hilt of the knife, in my mind, the scattered memories of swordsmanship in the body continued to flip the combination, which not only inherited the achievements of the original master's practice of swordsmanship, but also was a man of two lifetimes, martial arts for many years. The comprehension of the practice.

　　 "Big...Big brother..." The other men exclaimed, carrying steel knives and slashing up.

　　 "Huh..." Dawn whispered, and the thought of feeling the will of the blade finally jumped out at the closing, his eyes opened in vain, the blade of his left hand was rolled around, and he directly waved at the man with the broken arm.

　　 The faint wind sound was like the crisp sound of a steel knife, and Dorage, who was eating and drinking, finally noticed this scene and couldn't help but admire: "Brother is good at swordsmanship!"

　　 The voice is very soft. UU reads www.uukanshu.com, but it is extremely loud in the extremely quiet tavern.

　　 The long and narrow blade stayed between the man’s neck, and the man was shocked.

　　Dawn watched a few angry bandits rush forward, but they slipped the knife into the sheath and sat down. Blatter understood that the **** made the eldest brother unable to take any interest, so his right shoulder sank, and the long knife was unsheathed. His burly body was more than two meters long, with a 1.5-meter blade dancing in his right hand. Up.

Puff puff puff...the sword light flashed, and several bandits lay down. No one is intact. Blatt's swordsmanship style is very tough, which is related to his temperament, but it also comes from the year-round physical training that is different from ordinary people. , What makes is just a few simple hacks and slashes.

　　 "Stop, stop..." The big man endured the pain and stopped the rest of his companions.

　　Blatt glanced, and his stern gaze swept across several bandits: "Get out!"

　　 The thief left with a sullen face, and Blatter put the knife into its sheath and shook his head: "This knife is too light and it is uncomfortable to use."

　　 He doesn't like this kind of knife, because his strength advantage cannot be used. His strength was originally much greater than that of ordinary people, and coupled with the special training plan made by Dawn, he has already exceeded his peers by too much.

　　Dawn took a bottle of wine and threw it towards Dorage at the corner: "Please drink this bottle of wine."

　　 Dorag reached out his hand to catch it, the tattoo on his left face looming: "Then thank you brother."

　　 smiled at dawn, turned to let the old man come and clean up again.

　　 "Big Brother Dawn, why don't you kill them?" Moser took a sip of wine, and only slightly awoke from his panic.

　　 Dawn shook his head and smiled: "Not everyone is worthy of your sword."

　　 Mosel nodded mechanically, but he obviously didn't understand.