Four hundred and seventieth chapters beat to death
"Thank you, Master!"
The man was so happy that he even changed his title.
"You're talking nonsense, Lord Downton is the mayor!" the guard captain scolded, loudly defending his master's honor.
"It's too noisy, here comes someone, break his limbs and throat bones." The young man frowned, pretending to be thinking, "Well, when I came here, I saw a lot of dead people hanging outside the town and in the square.
Hang them up too!”
"As you command!"
There was no need for the bodyguards to take action. In order to show his strength, the big man shot the captain of the guard with a bullet.
The guard captain was about to fight back, but a transparent elemental blade flashed through the air and then struck him on the heel.
Poof, the guard captain fell to the ground, and other ogres rushed to his rescue, but were quickly knocked down.
"Hey, it's a rare talent. I actually found a treasure." The young man clapped, and the big man's performance was a bit unexpected.
The bodyguards pulled out the half-beaten ogres, leaving long traces of blood on the ground.
"Xia received it, which also means that my first tax payment is about to fly into my pocket." The young man patted his belt and stared at the big man, "Do you understand? I don't want anyone to delay payment."
The big man's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. It turned out that he was treating himself like a dog. No wonder he was given the position of Sheriff.
"Huh? What are you dissatisfied with?" The young man frowned.
"No, no, I will definitely urge the common people to pay their taxes as soon as possible." The big man quickly expressed his loyalty.
"By the way, this year's taxes are 30% more than in previous years!" The young man said casually while drinking tea, which made the mercenaries change their minds.
The tax in the Western Region is already very heavy. If it were increased by another 30%, those civilians would have a hard time in the future. If there were another disaster like heavy snow, they would definitely die.
"This..." No matter how stupid the big man is, he still knows that this errand is more difficult to handle.
"You can't do it?" The young man put down his wine glass and his voice became louder, "Then get out of here, I don't raise waste!"
"No, I will definitely complete the task!"
The big man became ruthless. Tax collection was a double-edged sword. Although it was too heavy and might cause a civil uprising, if done well, it would be enough to last for several years.
"The worst I can do is collect the taxes and run away to live in the Dark Territory!" As a judge-level person with strong strength, the man has many options to choose from.
"Yeah!" The young man nodded and looked at the dancers. "Let's do a strip dance. If you don't dance well, go hang with those ogres!"
The dancers were shocked, but every one of them dared to disobey the young man's order.
….
When the fiery red sunset filled the sky, Downton led the team back to Morning Mist Town.
"Starting from tomorrow, the task of suppressing bandits will be handed over to you. I will go into the laboratory to prepare the potion." Downton rode on the back of the Green Goblin and assigned the task.
"Master. Something happened!"
Without waiting for Thiessen to answer, Jackson pointed to the corpses on display outside the town and shouted, "It's the security team!"
"accelerate!"
Downton whipped his riding whip, and the Green Goblin increased his speed to the fastest speed.
On the newly built wooden frame, a row of naked ogre corpses were hung. Their skin was soaked with blood and gathered into a small ball on the ground.
The summer wind blows, and the corpse is swaying!
Crunch! Crunch!
Downton looked at the corpse. He gripped the riding crop so hard that veins popped out on the back of his hand.
"There are thirty corpses in total, and those left behind are all dead." Thiessen identified the corpses, "They were tortured before death, and their limbs and throat bones were broken."
"Master. This is a naked provocation and must be retaliated." Jackson felt Downton's anger. He was relieved but also a little scared.
Although Downton was silent, his entire expression was distorted.
"Let's go into town!"
Downton took the lead and rushed into the town.
The group of ogres who died were the first group to follow Downton, and they were very loyal. After seeing their companions being killed, the other guards also launched an attack without fear of death, but unfortunately they failed.
"Jackson, go call someone!"
Quasimodo knew that since the other party dared to kill people on the spot, he must be prepared.
During this time, Homer rebuilt and refined the teleportation array so that it could be used as long as the magic stone was embedded, instead of requiring it to be activated.
The atmosphere in the tavern was hot. The mercenaries looked at the naked dancers and whistled wildly.
"Where did that Downton go? Do you want me to wait here for him for a month?" The young man was very impatient. He became the mayor on a whim, and secondly, he wanted to make a fortune in taxes and slap that Downton in the face.
"What is the Fox of the West? What is the First Person in the West? Obviously only I have this qualification, okay?" The young man was very depressed. How could a commoner get such a reputation?
"Master, calm down, don't be angry with a lowly commoner!" The maids comforted the young man and fed him fruits.
Suddenly there was the sound of weapons clashing on the long street, and several guards who were on guard duty were thrown in and fell to the floor.
The eyes in the tavern fell to the door, and then they saw Downton, wearing a tight-fitting warrior leather armor and covered in blood, walking in menacingly.
The long military boots made a rapid clicking sound as they stepped on the ground.
The mercenaries were stunned because the blood on Downton's body had not dried yet, and with the serious expression on his face, he looked like a god of murder.
"Who killed my guard?" Downton glanced at the dancers on the high platform, then looked around and landed on the young man.
"Hey, people are causing trouble for you, why don't you express your opinion?" The young man hit the big man with a grape and teased him. A pariah like Downton was not interested in taking action himself.
"Master, please take a look!" The big man smiled apologetically and stood in front of Downton, "I did it, what's wrong? You bit me!"
The tall man was two meters tall. He stood in front of the 1.8-meter Downton. He lowered his head slightly and pinched his cheek with a grin on his face. "Look at the thin skin but the meat. No wonder those dancers want to lean on you."
Bang, Downton opened the big man's hand.
"Who else? Come forward!" Downton glanced.
"Hey, are you fucking blind? Aren't I right in front of you?" The big man felt slighted and flicked his right arm towards Downton's cheek as fast as lightning.
This guy was very discerning and cunning. When he saw that there were only a few red-skinned natives behind Downton, and he didn't even have a demon servant badge on his chest, he immediately calmed down.
"If you dare to stab you if you don't have the strength, I can't kill you!"
The big man's slap was actually a feint. The real trump card was his talent. The transparent elemental blade shot out again, slashing at the back of Downton's neck.
Regardless of whether he has a fire bird demon servant or not, the big man will kill him as soon as he comes up.
Whoosh!
The liquid mass appeared above Downton's head, unfolded into a thin film, and took over the elemental blade. As long as it was a magical attack, no matter how concealed it was, it could not escape the ever-changing defense.
Downton didn't care about the big man's slap. He pulled out the firecracker stuck in his belt with his right hand, raised it slightly, and fired it towards his thigh.
The big man sensed danger and activated his soul shield, but it was of no use.
boom!
The projectile shot out, shattered the shield, and directly shattered half of the leg, causing minced meat and blood to splash.
ah!
The big man screamed, but before he could fall to the ground, Downton's military boots kicked hard on his stomach.
boom!
The big man fell out, knocking over several dining tables and getting soup all over him.
The entire tavern fell silent for an instant. You could hear a needle drop. No one expected that an experienced judge would be dropped by Downton just after meeting him.
The middle-aged man behind the young man stepped in front of his employer, drew his long sword, and put all his attention on Downton.
Downton ignored him at all. He rushed in front of the big man and kicked him wildly in the head.
The big man screamed and hugged his head, but his chest began to be kicked again.
"Don't... stop fighting!" The big man begged for mercy, regretting it to death. If he had known that this guy was so protective of his shortcomings, he would never have provoked him. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
The elemental blade was sent out again, but was still blocked by Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and after reflection, his right foot was cut off.
"What did you do? Very good, I will make your life worse than death." Downton roared and kicked hard.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of each kick was like a war drum, hitting everyone's heart hard. They saw that the big man was kicked so hard that he had no ability to fight back, and his body had collapsed and deformed visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that his bones were broken.
Lost.
Zhi! Zhi!
The blood spurted out in a radiating pattern, and after a while, Downton's military boots and leather pants were dyed red.
"Master, if you continue to fight, he will die!"
Thiessen dissuaded him, not because he felt pity for the big man, but because just killing him would be too easy for him.
"Want to die? It's not that easy!" Downton waved his hand and used a healing wind to treat the big man, "Come here, throw him into the water prison, and give him all the torture. If there is still a piece of it on him tomorrow,
Meat, just tell the warden to get lost."
Jackson ran into the tavern and quickly asked Krupp to drag the seriously injured man away, and then handed him a handkerchief.
"Anyone else who has been stained with the blood of my guards, please come forward. This is your last chance, otherwise I will make your whole family pay for it with their lives!"
Downton took the handkerchief and wiped the blood splattered on his face.
The tavern was as quiet as a chill, and the mercenaries dared not breathe. Some even wanted to sneak away, but their way was blocked by the undead abomination standing outside.
The young man's guards gathered around and stood guard in front of their master.
No one dared to underestimate Downton anymore. Seeing the miserable state of the big man made them feel terrified.
"Hey, you are very arrogant. Do you know who I am?" The corner of the young man's mouth twitched and he stared at Downton.
"You haven't put on your clothes yet!" Downton yelled at the shocked dancers on the high platform, "Who bullied you?"
Most of the dancers looked at the young man, but did not dare to speak.
"It's him!" The young dancer, whose edges had not been smoothed yet, pointed at the young man and cried.
"Looking for death, kill her!" the young man ordered. A guard took out a crossbow, but before he could attack, he was hit by a crossbow arrow on his neck and fell down spurting blood.
Jackson took action.
"As long as you make a living in Morning Mist Town, you are my townspeople, and no one can bully them!" Downton stared at the young man, "Even if you are a duke or a prince, you can't." (To be continued...)