Suddenly, a short figure stumbled out of the hall. She ran forward in a panic, knocking away the sheep-headed cultists who were blocking the way, causing screams in the hotel.
And just behind the little girl, seven or eight Goat-Headed Cultists were roaring and chasing after her from behind. After all, the short figure's steps were too small, and he was quickly stopped in front by one of the Goat-Headed Cultists taking three steps at a time.
, a ferocious laugh came from under the hood:
"Damn little ****, let me see where you are running!"
Brando couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this. He had already seen that under the short black robe was actually just a little girl. He looked through the crowd and vaguely saw a person lying motionless on a wooden board.
On the table, there was still a dark red color spreading under the body, and I vaguely understood what happened.
"Hey, that little girl is really ruthless." Delphine turned around, obviously seeing this scene clearly.
Brando remained silent and did not draw rash conclusions. He only saw the little girl tremble slightly after being stopped, and then glanced left and right. Her thin figure actually showed a little helplessness. But this
Her helplessness quickly turned into determination. She suddenly turned around and rushed in the other direction. Surrounded by everyone, she climbed onto a wooden table on her hands and knees.
She turned around, shouted, and then pulled out a dagger from under her black robe. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from excessive exertion. Her whole body was trembling with fear, but she held her ground firmly.
The tip of the sword was pointed at all the sheep-headed cultists surrounding her.
The cold light from the tip of the sword flashed, forcing the Goat-Headed Cultists to fall on their backs. They hurriedly backed away and quickly made room for each other around the table.
Brando could hear clearly that the little girl's voice was clear and pleasant. It was the tone of an elf, or at least it should be a half-elf. However, although the voice sounded fierce, its slightly trembling voice clearly revealed the innermost feelings of its owner.
fear and tension.
"Want to help her?" Delphine turned around and glanced at him, his eyes changing: "My lord?"
Brando shook his head. Although the little girl seemed isolated and helpless, her outfit was not much different from the sheep heads around her. She was also wearing a black robe, and a large hood covered her face.
.Only the delicate chin like an elf is exposed, and the face is covered with dust and dirt.
She stood stubbornly on the wooden table facing everyone, with her thin shoulders and thin arms under her robe holding the dagger tightly - the dagger seemed to have been taken from its original owner.
The body shape did not match the little girl's, but it looked like a long sword in her hands, requiring both hands to hold it tightly.
But at this moment, the blade of the dagger was glowing red. Blood beads could not help but flow down from the sword, passing through the little girl's white hands, and then dripping down bit by bit.
"Damn, she killed Buster!"
"This damn little a**!"
The sheep-headed cultist roared, as if ready to take action at any time, but Brando turned around at this time and asked the hotel owner on the side: "What's going on? It seems that this hotel is not as safe as you promised?
"
"Damn it." The hotel owner spat and cursed angrily. He originally saw someone making trouble in his hotel. He was rolling up his sleeves and taking out a crossbow from under the counter, but when he heard Brando's question
He went and stopped: "That's Buster's slave. I warned him before. Damn it, he didn't listen to me at all!"
"how?"
The hotel owner hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to answer the question, but suddenly his eyes froze, and his eyes were attracted by the movements of Brando's hands.
I saw Brando placing more than a dozen sparkling black rose gold coins (Madala gold coins, minted in 360-371) one by one on the counter and lining them up. The hotel owner
As if there were nails in his feet, he stopped for a moment, as if only this large amount of money was left in his eyes. He even forgot to consider how these "poor believers" could have so much money. He greedily
Licking his lips, he answered:
"That little **** is a living sacrifice brought by Buster. He said it was the best thing caught in the swamp. He is a half-elf. But I have never seen a half-elf with such sharp teeth and claws. Yesterday Mag
When I tried to touch her, that little bitch almost bit off half of her palm..."
"To be honest, this is the first time I have seen someone with such hard bones, let alone a little girl. Buster and the others beat her half to death, and the little girl didn't even say a word. I would have seen it earlier.
It turns out that little bitch is a biting dog. Damn it, Buster didn’t believe me at all. What a good thing, he just lost his life."
Only then did Brando understand the ins and outs of the matter, and his eyes immediately turned cold.
Before the hotel owner finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the temperature in his hotel dropped sharply. He shuddered and looked around strangely, thinking that he had an illusion.
At this time, the flame blade Odysseus had appeared in Brando's hands, but the next moment, the long sword with intertwined dark golden cracks flickered and turned into little flames flying in the air again.
At this time, the Sheep-Headed Cultist finally took action against the little half-elf girl.
At this moment, the little girl actually raised her head, gritted her teeth, and revealed a delicate face that shocked Brando so much that he almost blurted out subconsciously:
"Medissa—?"
But at this moment, the face, which was almost exactly the same as the little silver elf princess but obviously smaller, was full of despair. The little girl raised the dagger with both hands, and her first reaction was to kill herself with the sword.
But Brando didn't panic at all, because at the critical moment, a red flame suddenly flashed in the dark hotel.
The flames rolled across like a giant dragon, knocking all the sheep-headed believers away one by one. They flew out screaming, and then an angry rebuke rang out:
"Desert-wind-sword-method, dragon-flame!"
The red dragon coiled in flames let out a long roar and exploded in all directions. People fell on their backs in the hotel again, and the sheep-headed believers screamed. Along with it, tables overturned, chairs fell over, and wooden boards shattered.
The voice came.
The next moment, Huang Huo's figure had appeared in front of the little girl.
The little elf girl was obviously stunned by this turn of events. She even forgot about the movements in her hands. Her silver eyes reflected the golden-red firelight. In the firelight, she saw only a girl about the same height as herself.
He was standing in front of her, with his back to her, and the hands he held tightly were burning with blazing red flames. Under the light of the fire, his long jet-black hair shone like a galaxy.
Huanghuo had obviously just come down from the second floor. She didn't even have time to put on her hood, and her beautiful and delicate face was immediately revealed. But she was frowning, obviously very angry about the scene that happened before. A group of
The cultists were so shameless in besieging a little girl. Such a scene almost made her take action immediately.
As a royal daughter of the Yufeng lineage, Huanghuo usually showed humility and politeness, but at this moment when she was angry, her majesty and aura were natural. Not to mention the sheep-headed disciples who were taught by her.
Even Brando felt a little frightened, thinking that she was indeed the proud daughter of the royal family. With this momentum alone, her future achievements would be limitless.
For a moment, the only person who could still move in the 'Token Boots' besides Brando and others was the cursing innkeeper. When Huang Huo took action, this guy's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Seeing how serious the damage to his hotel was, the hotel owner was furious and wanted to raise his crossbow immediately.
However, he had just had time to make a lifting movement when he felt a cold chill on his neck, and a three-foot sharp sword was already placed on his neck. He immediately shivered, and when he turned around, he realized that there were three people in front of him.
The guy in the middle who had never spoken a word had a sharp sword in his hand at some point, and this sharp sword was making some kind of intimate contact with his neck at this moment.
The innkeeper shuddered for a while, and suddenly his mind came to his senses. Then he remembered that the three people in front of him seemed to have come to his inn together with the little girl who took action later. After thinking about this, this
The hotel owner could only accept his bad luck and obediently threw the crossbow in his hand to the ground.
"Outsiders!"
"They are not our own!"
A scream of surprise immediately rang out in the hotel. It was obvious that the sheep-headed believers were not fools, and it soon became clear that there was something wrong with the identity of Brando and his party.
Immediately, some people drew their weapons and rushed over. Some people were still summoning demons. There was chaos in the hotel. Brando would not be soft on these people, and he knocked them down in a snap.
But even so, there were still a few fish that slipped through the net. They saw the opportunity quickly and rushed out of the hotel from the beginning. Especially a few who were already at the door of the hotel, Brando had no time to keep them.
These people either ran away or went out to call for help, but in any case they were a problem. Brando was also very helpless in this situation. He originally wanted to keep a low profile and save the little half-elf who looked like Medissa.
, but with Huang Huo's move, they had no choice but to keep a low profile.
But fortunately, he shrugged and kept a high profile. Anyway, he had almost all the information he wanted, and he didn't care about fighting here. With his strength, not to mention just a Martaha, even the entire Tao Qi
It may not be possible to find anyone in the Ke area who can keep him.
Besides, even if Huang Huo is not so high-profile when he takes action, he has a Mr. Liu who is eager to protect his master. The unlucky hotel owner dares to make a sneak attack on Huang Huo next to him. Mr. Liu must have restrained himself as much as possible, otherwise
That sword would have made a bloody gash in the opponent's neck.
...(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
