Chapter two hundred and thirty-nine, new plan

Before the Cold Nebula could drag ISRIEL's arm out of the tavern, it was stopped by a bearded fighter with a heavy axe, who, as he stood at the door of the tavern, threw his head back, "This is how you leave a man wounded in our Victorian Tavern? You think I made Duluth from clay? " Said Lang

The Cold Nebula followed the sound, and down from the second floor of the tavern came nearly ten men in simple armour, armed with all manner of weapons, headed by a young man who appeared to be in his forty, it's the guy who calls himself duluth.

"these guys are fighters, we have to be careful... " after seeing his opponent change from ordinary civilian drunks to fighters, isreal was less inhibited, and though the brawlers in the tavern were low-level fighters, they were fighters at all costs, and there was no psychological burden to teach them.

Cold Nebula looked at this bearded berserker with several miscellaneous soldiers who dared to pretend to be an old man in front of him. He was so angry that he laughed out loud and said in his heart, helplessly, "These fucking guys... who the hell are you... to stand here and talk like that? I'd have you guys cremated right now if you weren't worried about getting in trouble. "

"Why, how dare you rookies stand in my way? Get Out of my way if you don't want to die! " It was the drunks' profanity that did most harm to Isreal, the BERSERKER's threat, to Isriel, was like that of a boy who has robbed an adult.

Seeing that Israel was ignoring himself, Duluthan took a step to his side, pointing to cold Nebula and Isriel, he fumed, "I am the premier of the Victorian Tavern, mad-axe Duluthon, and don't say I didn't warn you damned fellows! "! How dare you ignore me on my land! HUBRIS!"

At the same time that Dulusen, who was shouting loudly, declared himself to be his family and moved out his name of "lofty and lofty" , men waved their hands, "TAKE THEM BOTH DOWN! Let's show them what happens in our Victorian pub today! " He shouted to a few stragglers behind him

Standing behind it, the cold nebula sensed that Isriel was ready to fight. "Isriel, are you sure? " It asked, a little apprehensively, though the Nebula itself did not take the meddlers seriously, but he was still a little unsure of the number of the fighter against Isreal alone.

The Cold Nebula had made up its mind that if Isreal was found to be at fault, it would fight to the death against the entire city of Vikram!

Unconsciously, in the heart of the Cold Nebula, she had thought of Isriel as her friend. I wonder if ISRIEL would be excited if he knew that.

"Are you sure, my dear? These salted fish are not enough for my sister! Don't forget that I am a hunter! " Isreal looked at the slowly advancing soldiers, as if he were already in a state of excitement!

"The hunter... The little woman said she was a hunter? " One of the leading swordmen had just raised his sword when he heard Isreal say he was a hunter, and suddenly he paused, hesitating to come forward.

Hunters are different from their swords, berserkers and other ordinary professional fighters, anyone who is qualified to become a hunter must be a fighter, otherwise, not to speak of hunting, we'll be lucky if master Shiryō doesn't try to transmute us into skeletor.

He could not defeat even a slightly stronger low-level fighter, let alone a hunter, such a small swordsman who lived and drank in a tavern like him. The thought of this small swordsman was even more afraid to come forward.

Isriel spoke in a low voice, except for the Cold Nebula, which was only heard by the swordman in the front, but when the swordman hesitated to come forward, the other boxer behind him wanted to make a good show in front of Duluthan. He was supposed to be the first to charge, but the little swordsman beat him to it.

Just when the boxer wanted to rush forward, he found that the swordman had suddenly collapsed for some reason, so he jumped high with excitement, he threw a kick and kicked it at Isreal's high chest.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, even in the eyes of the Cold Nebula, the boxer's foot speed was very fast, however, in the serious case of Isreal, his kick seemed to be in slow motion, slowly and slowly flew to his own body.

Just as the boxer's foot was about to kick in front of him, Isreal suddenly broke free from the Cold Nebula and took her by the hand. With a slight slip to her side and no heel movement, Isreal easily dodged the boxer's full blow.

Then Isreal, who had dodged the punch, raised her arm high and swung the knife over the boxer's knee, only to hear a click, i think it was the sound of the boxer's leg bone breaking.

"AHHH... Ahhh... it hurts... " the boxer was thrown from the air by Isreal with a knife, and he rolled on the ground with his broken leg in his arms.

The other mixed-fish fighters who had rushed after the boxer were shocked to see Isreal kill the boxer, but they had already made a move on Isreal. It's too late to return it now...

Isreal was swimming through the crowd of minnows, throwing punches, elbowing, and kneeing. Every shot was simple, but every shot was clean, there will be a miscellaneous combatant fell to the ground, hit the ground full of rolling waves crying ghost.

For a good ten seconds... ISRIEL threw them all to the ground, except for the swordsman who had retreated at the beginning. ...

Having disposed of the mobs, Isreal clapped her hands, and looked defiantly at Duluth, who was already frozen in place.

"What did you say your name was? Mad Axe Dullson? I remember your name now, can I go? " ISRIEL didn't seem to want to kill off the minnows either, and after threatening Dullson, he wanted to leave.

Looking at Isriel and the Cold Nebula walking towards the outside of the tavern, where Duruson and the little swordsman dared to block... ... immediately piled up under the bar like those terrified drinkers, watching Isriel and cold nebula immediately set up this Victorian pub.

The streets outside the tavern were bustling with people, and the cold Nebula, with its horses in tow, soon disappeared from the crowd behind Isreal.

As she crossed a few streets to a relatively unfrequented alley, Isreal looked back every few steps and breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure there was no "tail" following her.

Watching ishriel relax and breathe deeply against the stone wall of a roadside house, the cold Nebula came up somewhat sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Miss Israel, " she said. "I didn't know this was going to be a pub in the city of Vikram. It's not quite what I expected... "

The Cold Nebula speaks from the heart, and the bars in the city of Vikrama are indeed a far cry from those seen in the later cold Nebula. The city of Vikrama's bars are more lawless and uncomfortable to look at.

Isriel was pleased to hear that cold Nebula had offered to apologize to him, but still pretend to have some unpleasant said: "Pub that place I will never go! You can not go! Inquire about the news place... Let's go to another place... "

That was the first thing that came to mind when Isriel said he was going to look elsewhere for information... ... But this place must never be told to Isreal, and to Annoy Isreal is no laughing matter... Ever since ISRIEL's spectacular kick in the pub, the Cold Nebula feels a twinge of tension in one part of the galaxy just thinking about it. ...

The Cold Nebula is confident in its own fire of the nether world, but Isreal is his friend and future partner in the Live and Let Die, ... You can't just turn her into ashes over a little argument...

But a hundred of them, tied together, would be no match for Isriel if they were to fight. In this way, they would be imperceptibly disadvantaged, so there was a little bit of fear in Israel, too.

"Let's not talk about getting information, let's find a place to settle down. As for getting information, I'll do it myself. " Cold Nebula couldn't bear to let Isreal go to "those places" with him to get information, so he began to tell Isreal that he would do it himself.

After hearing cold Nebula said that he was going to inquire about the high priest of the Elf clan, he immediately took a look at cold nebula, spoke to the cold Nebula and said, "little baby? Are you trying to trick me? You want to leave me alone in a hotel and go out and have fun? The United States of America! Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'll get a man's suit, and I'll dress you up, and then we'll both go back into the pub!"