What's wrong? What's going on?"
"What else could it be, getting kicked out of the gym again?"
"Kick, kick the gym?"
"That's right, kicking the gym...who are you? Don't you even know them?"
The sound of punches and kicks, accompanied by the shouts and screams of players who were being beaten, gradually spread around the Dance of Fire Square, with countless participants rushing from the streets and alleys in every corner of the square.
Come on, the players who couldn't tell which guild or gang they belonged to slowly joined the sudden street fight with their own roars. They were struggling to resist the stray bullets and the ensuing bullets.
In the accidental attack, the thief named Gyro Boy was driven out not long after by the flash of swords and swords produced by the chaotic battle ahead. While wiping the cold sweat on his head, he asked the people pointing around him with an increasingly incomprehensible expression.
Two passers-by pointed: "That, that... I'm new here, so..."
"New here?" Looking at the inconspicuous and ordinary equipment on the little thief, the player nodded suspiciously: "Forget it, you can find out about this kind of thing just by asking... See those few
Are there any of the players who were beaten the worst? They are the leaders of Flamedramon's team. They are always here to recruit people, and the lines they use to recruit people are more and more exaggerated every time..."
"I heard that they deceived many novices because of their false connections, and eventually they ended up in the Adventurers Association." Another player standing next to the player continued to explain: "Later, because the ostentation was too obvious,
He was on the blacklist of many guilds."
"Really?" Then the top boy opened his mouth wide: "I, how come I have never heard of..."
"Whether it's true or false, you'd better stay away from that guild." The player who spoke before immediately lowered his head and explained: "Otherwise, I'm afraid you will be the unlucky one in the end."
He sighed and shook his head, and the finger that was originally pointing at the other person also moved to the other person's back. Then a stream of sword energy separated from the light and shadow in the sky, and fell impartially in the direction of the top boy.
. He dodged the attack like a stray bullet in panic. The little thief, who was inconspicuous in the crowd, rolled awkwardly to the other corner, and then he was like an inconspicuous stone caught in the crowd.
Along with the swords that kept shuttling through this chaotic battlefield, they rushed towards the distance beyond their control: "Don't accidentally hurt me! Borrow it, borrow it!"
"Get out of here, trumpet! Why are you wandering around here...wait a minute."
"He's not a trumpet, he's from the Flamedramon!"
"Look at his chest, he still has the guild logo of Flamedramon!"
"...Wahhhhh!"
Several muffled sounds of fists and kicks were accompanied by the figure of a young boy struggling to escape in a certain direction of the square. Accompanied by this was the thief who had been beaten into a sandbag again and rolled out in that direction.
He didn't seem to want to continue to defend himself, but he just hid again and again amidst the result that he became the target of public criticism. After all, the chaotic battle situation provided some convenience for his escape, but "
The reputation of the four words "Flame Dragon Beast" seemed to be much greater than imagined, so when the thief rat rushed to the edge of the square, what appeared in front of him were more and more people rushing from all around the castle.
More enemies pointed at his figure and yelled: "Don't run!"
"I won't run, I won't run... If I don't run, won't you chase me?"
"Listen to the little thief in front of you, you are already surrounded by us! Give up your resistance and get caught. Maybe we can consider kicking you in the butt for a while...stop him!"
"The boy is pretty good at running, let me chase him!"
In the sight of the panting thief rolling out of the gap on the street again, the train belonging to the top boy who was inexplicably brought up appeared in the circular arc on the edge of the Dance of Fire Square, leading this team to start.
The short figure that circled then burst out at an unexpected speed, and at the same time let out a tragic howl that only novice players would make when facing a group of monsters. One after another, players who did not understand why were being killed.
The bewildered expression on the thief's face as he passed through was submerged again and again by the chasing team behind him, and soon spread to more than half of the circular runway outside the square, until the figure that was running like a fugitive began to gradually become
Lonely and sullenly, the movement of sprinting forward began to weaken, and finally there were a few enlightened voices from the team that was about to be trapped: "You guys go over there!"
"Outflank, outflank! Surround him!"
"If you can't catch a little thief, do you still want to hang out in the future?"
"He's there, he's there! Come on, he's there... Huh?"
As if he had discovered a new continent, one of the players who were quickly surrounding him and was running at the front suddenly opened his eyes in surprise, because the figure of the thief they had been staring at suddenly appeared in a strange way.
He jumped high into the air with a huge jump that was completely inconsistent with his own strength, and disappeared behind the nearest house near the square in the blink of an eye. He stood there for a moment, and the few players running at the front shouted loudly.
He ran towards the alley leading to the back of the house, and after a few seconds of running quickly, he came face to face with his teammates who were also sprinting around to the other side of the alley: "...Where is the person?
?"
"Shh-"
Lying among the tiles above the roof, the Salted Fish King, who had already pressed down the top boy's head, then issued a silent warning: "Don't move, wait until they leave."
"...Hoo, ho, ho, ho, scare, scare me to death."
Looking at the group of people who had gained nothing, running angrily towards the further end of the street, the little thief who finally had some breathing room then began to breathe heavily: "Them, why did they go to the other side?"
You... you insist on holding on to me..."
"Persimmons always look for the soft ones - this is an eternal truth." The Salted Fish King, who still maintained his motionless posture, replied in a low voice: "But..."
"Although you look like a novice, your strength is still good." He tilted his head and glanced up and down at the figure of the thief lying in the bricks beside him:
"How did you jump up?"
"...Ah? Didn't you help me come up here?"
Staring at himself in surprise, the top boy's originally frightened and tired face was filled with a bit of surprise: "I thought you had done some trick..."
"A clever plan is a clever plan after all, not a magic trick that comes true." The Salted Fish King withdrew his head helplessly: "Does it mean that if I say I give you fifty points of power, you really have fifty points of power?
"
"Uh... isn't it the skill you released?" The surprise on the little thief's face became more and more obvious: "I thought it was the effect of wind magic."
"I stress again, I am also a thief."
Answering the other party's words expressionlessly, the Salted Fish King then set his sights on the Dance of Fire Square in the distance: "But..."
"If we observe it for a while, we might be able to find out the answer."
Following the gaze he extended, the top boy then put aside the temporary panic in his heart. As the time passed, the melee that had been staged in the center of the square slowly broke out with one party falling down.
Victory or defeat. As if they felt that the humiliation on their side was not enough, the group of people who came over to kick the field and smash the stalls then dragged all the members of Flamedramon who were not dead to the center of the square, and then in front of countless watching players
In the sight that came over, he stepped on the vest of one of the members who had previously been part of their recruitment campaign: "Did you see that? This is the result of bullying us!"
"When they recruited us before, they not only promised to let us join the main team, but also promised to give priority to us graduating from Tobiliad's Tomb dungeon, but the result... Hey, so many pairs of eyes are here now
Here, do you dare to explain to them what happened?"
"You, you..."
"waste."
He kicked the player on the head who didn't say anything for a while, and the shield warrior who pushed the player far away then raised his large shield with magic light: "I, the fisherman, want to tell everyone here today.
Everyone, Flamedramon is a garbage guild! Anyone who dares to join them in the future will be the enemy of our Beast Tribe!"
The loud declaration frightened the few onlookers closest to them back two steps, and also caused a slight silence in the center of the originally bustling Thebilis Castle for a moment, which was the time when players were whispering between players.
The timid look in his eyes made the leading shield warrior nod with satisfaction. He waved to the remaining teammates who were still trampling behind him and said, "Okay, brothers, it's ban time now. I'll see the Flame Dragon in the future."
Those who are beasts should be beaten every time they see them..."
"Did you hear everything?"
"heard it!"
"Who dares to team up with the Flamedramon people to do dungeons and do quests... I'll fight them every time, have you heard anything?"
"heard it!"
"Great, so...who?"
Waving the shield in his hand like a general waving a flag, the player who called himself the Fishman then turned and walked towards the direction of the Flame Ranch Tavern. His idea of preparing to greet everyone to celebrate the victory changed the next moment. Huo Ran
Turning to a certain direction at the edge of the square in the distance: "Who just spoke?"
"...ah?"
"Is it you? Is it you?"
Striding past the surprised player who was mentioned at the front, the big shield warrior named Moyuman once again raised his loud voice: "What did you just say?"
"Ah? Uh...I didn't say anything just now, hahahaha..."
"Didn't you say? Don't think that my hearing is very poor... I have a full twenty points of energy."
With warning words in his mouth, the fisherman, who pretended to be angry, finally slowly let go of the player's collar: "Someone just whispered a silly sound...it must have come from this direction."
!who is it?"
"..."
Looking at each other's faces in confusion, several players standing near that direction then shook their heads like rattles. The large shield warrior, who looked among the group of people for a long time, then raised his shield high,
His hair seemed to be fluttering with the anger he showed: "Come out! It's still too late to come out now! Otherwise... hum."
Is the drama too much?
Such words quietly came out of his heart, and he widened his eyes. After a while, with the confused expressions of those around him, he turned his eyes to a magician who had just passed by in the distance:
"...You! Did you say that!"
"...Um?"
Stopping his steps slightly, the passerby wearing a gray magic robe turned his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Did you say something quietly just now?" The shield warrior, who used his strength to knock away all the figures around him, walked up to the magician in two steps: "Did you... look down on our beast tribe?
ah?"
"...What on earth are you talking about." The plain-looking magician replied helplessly: "I was just passing by..."
"fart!"
Grabbing the opponent's collar, the fisherman once again raised his momentum to the limit: "I think you are just a weak persimmon with no strength...I think you are just a novice who doesn't know how big or small you are! I don't know at all.
What respect should we have for our high-end players in The Thebilis Castle!"
"Today I'm going to let you know the price of speaking openly." He raised one of his fists, and then swung it down towards the opponent's still confused face: "Go back and reflect on it, stupid—
—"
boom!
A loud trembling sound then appeared in the air between the two people. It was the sound made when the fishman's fist suddenly collided with a stone thorn that suddenly appeared in the air and flew down diagonally.
, without any warning, the stone thorn was then appropriately beaten into pieces by the iron fist wrapped in fine steel armor, and the bodies of the two people who were suddenly separated flew away towards both sides of the explosion. It seemed that they were struck by this one of their own.
The result of the punch was unexpected. The shield warrior who was knocked aside by the explosion quickly got up. Two figures of thieves, one tall and one short, from the far end of that direction then appeared on his shoulders.
Above the rising field of vision, on the disappearing tiles on the top of a house: "Stupid X."
"It seems you are looking for them."
The embarrassing silence was suddenly broken as the figures of the two thieves quickly disappeared, replaced by the roar of the big shield warrior who was beating his chest and stamping his feet. The magician who was also blown over against the wall then slapped him.
He stood up, pointed in the direction of the house and said with a smile. (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!