Chapter two hundred and thirty-eight, obnoxious drunks (part two)

This time, however, it was probably because Isreal was so attractive, and because Luke and the others had been drinking a little too much, these guys, on the strength of their drinks, were so horny that they planned to use force against Isreal. So when he said that the cold nebula behind Isreal was a Faerie, the crowd of drinkers in the room got even more excited.

The reason the drinkers were excited was not because the harassed Isreal was so beautiful, or because cold Nebula was a faerie, but because the drinkers wanted to see if Luke and the others would die a horrible death.

Watching Luke, drunk and babbling to herself, shatter cold Nebula's identity, Isriel is anxious and angry, but socially inexperienced, she is slow to react and wants to get out of here, find a quiet place to calm down and calm down their confused thoughts.

"Get your hands off me! I'm going over there, " Isriel said angrily to Luke

Hearing that she did not reveal her identity and family name in the face of Luke's resistance, the boisterous onlooker knew that she was probably a child who had not seen much of the world, add to this the fact that she was not very old, and the drinkers are all the more certain that Isreal must have been an unworldly young woman.

A voluptuous, unworldly, rich girl was clearly the kind of woman that all drinkers would dream of, and Luke knew it, too, if he could get his hands on Isreal, you might be able to live with yourself for the rest of your life. With that in mind, Luke couldn't wait to hook up with Israel.

But just as Roko was about to flirt with her again, she unknowingly belched a bottle of wine, and a foul smell of alcohol came out of Luke's mouth and nearly knocked her over just a few feet from Luke.

Watching isriel throw back his head suddenly, the Cold Nebula hurried forward, caught Isriel, and said to Isriel, "I'm sorry... I really shouldn't have brought you to this place... "

Hearing the cold Nebula's apology, ISRIEL's heart suddenly felt delicious, because in her view, the Cold Nebula took the initiative to apologize to her, because the cold Nebula care about her...

At this thought, Isreal turned to the Cold Nebula and said: "Cough cough... little baby rest assured, sister I am not so easy to bully it! "

Although she did not speak very loudly, Luke was close enough to her to be heard clearly by Luke.

Luke blinked when he heard Israel call cold Nebula baby, then he laughed and said, "ha-ha-ha, did you hear that? The little tramp and the fairy are called Little Baby? ha-ha-ha! Little Girl, how about I be your big baby? ha-ha-ha! "

Isreal is a fighter, but she is a true fighter, unlike the low-class, freeloading, loafing fighters, the education she had received as a child was that of a traditional Aristocrat, and quite different from those who had fallen completely, was the most Orthodox education in the endless plains.

So when Isreal heard these old drunks, who had come up on the strength of their wine, saying those awful things, she was all of a sudden, if there was an adjective to describe Isreal now, then there's only the word shame and resentment.

And the Cold Nebula, standing behind her, was even angrier at the moment. Although he had only a vague, even vague, affection for Isreal, he, in his mind as a man, had a hard time tolerating other people, it was the smelly drunk in the bar who harassed his female companion in front of him, even if the female companion was just his ordinary friend.

However, even if cold Nebula full of anger is not easy to attack now, has not yet heard the whereabouts of the Elf family high priest, if the use of devil's fire in this rashly, it will bring a lot of trouble to themselves. However, if you do not use the devil's fire, then by virtue of their own ability but simply can not deal with these smelly drunks, because their present faerie body is too strong.

The faeries behind her, hiding in their cloaks, shivered as she looked at herself with a red-faced glare. The Cold Nebula, of course, shivered with anger. ... The DRUNKARD, named Luke, seemed more confident than ever, not only in taking advantage of his mouth, but in reaching out his big, rough hand to reach for laisser's arm.

"Don't pretend, little slut, you're taking a fairy to a tavern, you still think you're a pure princess? Come and have a drink with me, I just don't know who I'm working for... Ah! " Before Luke finished her sentence, the Intolerance Isreal has already kicked Luke in the lower half...

WHO IS ISRIEL? What kind of bow would be needed to shoot a sledgehammer Arrow that weighs more than 10 kilograms and is used by a hunter who hunts Shiryō alone on the endless plains? How much power does one have to draw such a bow? What does that tell you about what an ordinary man like Luke can afford?

And, in a state of shame and indignity, she did not leave any room for her kick, which struck Luke below the waist, though it did not kill Luke, but Luke would spend the rest of his life in the king's castle looking for a job as a page.

After being kicked by Israel, Luke was kicked sideways, hitting the floor of the second floor, smashing a chandelier and then landing on the floor, the whole person kept twitching, and looked like dying.

After Luke had received the kick, the two men following Luke, who were not very drunk, sobered up completely, and one of them threw the glass of Ale out of his hand, gave a terrible cry, and ran away, leaving the other drunk and the convulsing Luke on the floor, he rushed out of the tavern without looking back.

"You... you... you... " the other drunkard still seemed to be trying to frighten Isreal with the name of the boss that Luke had just said, but standing there you you you after a long time, but soft pile down, the hand of the Cup of Ale also spilled their own body but do not know.

When ISRIEL's kick came, the drinkers in the tavern were shocked. Some of the less daring even broke their glasses on the floor, some were so frightened that they fell to the ground from their chairs. The hostesses, on the other hand, were howling and rushing to the second floor of the tavern.

For a moment, it was as if the details of the pub had changed, and the noise was loud and unearthly. It's like being kicked by Isreal to the point of Armageddon.

He looked at Luke, convulsing on the floor, and at the little drunkard who lay there beside him, and he did not know what to do.

Although Isreal has killed many necromancers lurking around in the wild, she has never shown any mercy in the face of the numerous necromancers who have caused so much harm, but the drunkards we face today, though repulsive, are ordinary people, and Isreal, as a fighter, does not know how to deal with them.

Just as Isriel was lost, the Cold Nebula hurried forward a few steps, took Isriel by the hand, and was about to take advantage of the confusion to go outside the tavern.

"Don't just stand there! Let's go! " Cold Nebula shouted, then pulled Isriel out. But the power of the cold Nebula was too small. He had tried his best to pull Isriel, but the stunned isriel still stood there.

By the time Isriel realized he wanted to follow the cold nebula out of the tavern, several more brawlers with swords and swords had already swooped down from the second floor.

While they were sitting on the second floor, they heard a noise of confusion on the first floor. Then they saw the hostess fleeing from the first floor to the second floor, then they knew that someone was causing trouble on the ground floor.

The thugs in these pubs usually have nothing to do, but if someone dares to make trouble in the pub, they can not let it go, so these big hands have grabbed their weapons, a swarm of them rushed down the stairs of the second floor, and even some of the slower hostesses were knocked down the stairs by their hordes of thugs.

The fighters in these taverns are also fighters, because in the city of Vikrama, most of the military are fighters, and there are no fewer fighters scattered among the people, if only some ordinary people are employed as fighters, there is no guarantee that the tavern will function properly.

The leader of the group was a Berserker with a huge axe. After knocking over two tables, the BERSERKER got in front of cold Nebula and Israel and came to the door of the pub, blocking the path of cold Nebula and ISRIEL, he shouted, "do you want to run when you mess with us? Huh! It's not that easy! "