The adamantine shuttle penetrated the villain drunkard's chest, and blood splashed along the grooves on both sides of it. The villain drunkard was running towards the door of the tavern, his body went limp, and he hit the dining table.
The table was greasy, with dirty plates and a few meat bones thrown on it. With the impact, the table fell over, debris scattered, and the ground became even more messy.
The tavern was quiet, with corpses lying scattered in various twisted postures. The blood overwhelmed any other smell and became more intense.
Thick blood dripped from the blade of the sword, leaving a line of blood on the ground. The heavy iron boots moved among the corpses, kicking away debris that was in the way from time to time to check if there were any survivors.
The smoky "Moulin Rouge" pub has always been a gathering place for snakes and rats. From the bartender to the waiter to the customers, there is no good person here. When the magic of 'detecting evil' comes, everyone's forehead lights up in red.
Light.
In just a minute or two, a massacre occurred. The strong bartender fell on the bar, and the machete in his hand dropped. The villain drunkard grabbed the table and chairs at hand to resist, but was chopped off.
Different place.
The famous ruffian Harry had just come in and was attacked before he could even take a sip of his drink. He tried to identify the assailant and launched a sneak attack, but in the end he was cut in half without even escaping.
Once a person dies, the red light disappears.
The wine flowed out of the broken bottle and dropped to the ground. The claustrophobic environment seemed even more quiet. The heavy iron boots took a few steps and an order came out, "Check to see if there is anything worth taking away."
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The villains in the tavern may not be of high level, but they are extremely experienced in melee fighting. Being able to deal with this gang of people in a short time can only be said to have a crushing combat advantage.
Powell was still standing at the back door of the tavern, staring at the two bodies of the ruffian Harry, his heart stopped in shock. He held his breath forcibly, trying not to make any noise, and tore open the invisibility scroll in his pocket to save his life.
Waiting for his figure to gradually disappear, a sound of flapping wings came from the back door. It seemed that a careless little guy also flew out invisibly, glanced around and shouted "It stinks", and then went back.
Powell didn't know whether he should be grateful for his bad luck. The back door had always been used as an open-air toilet by drunkards. The long-term defecation made the place smelly, and the invisible little guy had obviously been fumigated away.
After holding their breath for a while, another voice sounded in the tavern, "Let's go to the next place. It's going to rain. We will be very busy tonight." He quickly left with heavy steps.
Powell did not dare to stay any longer, so he rolled away from the alley outside the back door. Back on the city's main road, it was getting dark, and the soldiers guarding the intersection were about to enforce the curfew. He took out his ID card from the Supervisory Office and asked the soldiers.
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"Who just passed by here?"
The soldier glanced at the document with the magic mark, stood at attention in awe, and replied seriously: "Your Excellency, a carriage just passed by."
"What kind of carriage?"
"Uh..., a very ordinary carriage."
"Which way did it go?"
"Turn to the east of the Craftsman District."
With his heart pounding, Powell chased in the direction pointed by the soldier. He wanted to know who was so bold as to start a fight in the Cold Wind City before dark. There was a vague guess in his mind that needed to be confirmed.
We chased from the west to the east of the Craftsman District and could no longer pursue it. The carriage entered the Craftsman District, and the haphazardly built houses and intricate roads became obstacles to tracking. The certificate of the Supervision Office was not good at all in the Craftsman District.
make.
Powell had to take out a few copper coins and ask the homeless people wandering around if they had seen a carriage. The homeless people all said they had seen it, and then they gave random directions. Anyway, you can get money if you point the way.
After walking around in the Craftsman District for a long time, Powell suddenly heard someone shouting "fire". The shacks in the Craftsman District were densely packed, and he was most afraid of fire. People crawled out of the shacks like ants, carrying buckets of water to put out the fire.
But when people saw clearly where the fire was, they all stayed silent and even gloated. The fire was an independent two-story building, deliberately separated from the surrounding shacks. Although the fire was large in the building, it did not spread.
Powell squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and recognized the burning building at a glance as a gang den in the Craftsman District. Dozens of brave and fierce villains formed the "Squirrel Gang". They colluded with the city's tax collectors and specialized in bullying and dominating the market, buying and selling by force.
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If there is anyone who disobeys, the villains' methods can be described as extremely brutal. Pulling out tongues, gouging out eyes, beheadings, etc. are so commonplace that they can even do things like public executions during riots. This den is also a downline of the Supervisory Office.
But now, the flames are raging in the den. From time to time, people scream and escape, rolling on the ground like burning people, constantly calling for help. But no matter how hard they roll, the flames are like gangrene attached to the bones and cannot be eliminated.
In just ten seconds, the person on fire will fall to the ground motionless, letting the flames burn through the flesh until a big hole is burned in the body. This unquenchable flame is too scary, and anyone who touches it will definitely die.
The crowd of onlookers retreated. By the light of the fire, Powell recognized several people who had escaped from the flames.
Among them was the leader of the "Squirrel Gang" in the Artisan District, a ruthless character with a powerful background who dared to hang the Sheriff on the city gate and also threatened the City Inspectorate to release his arrested accomplices.
But the number one person who could stop children from crying at night fell like a dead dog in the stinking ditch. There was a sticky black colloid burning on his back. He couldn't extinguish the lump even after soaking himself in water.
Burning flames until you are burned to death.
Powell was not the only one to see this scene clearly. People around him were even more surprised and whispered among themselves.
"The Gray Rat boss is dead and the Gray Rat Gang is finished."
"Isn't it said that the Gray Rat Gang has something to do with the City's Supervisory Office?"
"Who is so powerful? Aren't you afraid of the revenge of the nobles in the city?"
The fire quickly burned the entire gang den to the ground. The city's inspection office was worried about the spread of the fire and finally sent people to put out the fire. With the whistle of the inspection, the shouts of the fire-fighting soldiers, and the yells of the officials, the onlookers quickly dispersed.
In the chaotic flow of people, Powell recognized a man who was sneaking and escaping along the shadows of the street corner. He stepped forward, grabbed the man, and asked fiercely: "Who attacked you?"
The person who was sneaking around was a thief, a remnant of the Squirrel Gang. He must have been as lucky as Powell to save his life. He looked back at Powell and said in a panic: "It's a guy wearing a mask. He bursts in suddenly and kills everyone he sees.
More than a dozen of us were besieging him, but we were no match for him. He also kept throwing a terrible fire bomb, and the bursting flames could not be extinguished at all. Two of the leaders were hacked to death by him, and two escaped. The rest are unknown.
Where to go.”
Powell asked again: "How did you provoke such an enemy? The attacker didn't say who he was?"
The stealth thief was about to cry, "We have too many enemies in the Gray Rat Gang. Who knows who came to kill us? Before our boss died, he asked who the attacker was, but he only heard the other party say something incomprehensible."