Several drunken dwarves were beaten violently, cursed loudly, and stumbled out of the tavern. Aliria took the room key as if nothing had happened and walked upstairs gracefully.
Like all hotels, the rooms in this hotel are on the second and third floors, and the first floor is a living place such as a bar and kitchen. The elf, carrying a long bow on his back, gradually disappeared at the end of the stairs. However, what she didn't know was that on the
In a corner of the hall, a pair of lewd, lustful eyes had been staring at her.
Elves are noble and elegant, and their territory is sacrosanct. But outside their territory, on the territory of humans or dwarves, no one cares whether they are elves or humans. In the eyes of slave traders, they are all
Valuable treasures, top-notch slaves... You must know that in the empire, elf slaves are extremely valuable, and many imperial nobles are just like this...
After Aliria left, free businessman Jaris found the owner of the hotel.
"No, if word gets out about this, how can I continue to operate my hotel?"
"You are just too rigid and don't know how to handle things flexibly."
Jerrys said, putting a hand on the tavern owner's shoulder——
"Come on, let's have a good chat. That elf beat three dwarves until their noses were bruised and swollen. Do you think those dwarves would let her go? Even if you don't want anything to happen, something must have happened to it. Let me take her away.
, it’s good for you and me. When those dwarves come back, you can tell them that the elf was sold to the black market. With the hatred of the dwarfs towards the elves, they will not pursue it, and may even thank you.
Everything you do. In Marienburg, there is no benefit in helping a strange elf, but I think you should know the benefits of helping a dwarf without me having to say more."
Jerrys said. You can see that the hesitant look on the tavern owner's face is slowly melting away.
"Old friend, to be honest, you are too disciplined, so you have been treading water. Be bold and do something else. You can do a good job, at least several times better than you are now. Once you are done, sell it.
How about I give you a quarter of her money?"
Jaris said, looking at the owner of the tavern with a pair of cunning eyes.
"Don't worry, after tonight, no one knows where the elf has gone. Who will care about a stranger? We can't even care about ourselves."
He continued to persuade. In the end, the owner of the tavern acquiesced to the businessman's plan.
This is not the first time that Jaris has kidnapped an elf. He has the best thugs in Marienburg, but looking at the female elf's skills just now, she is definitely not mediocre. If she were not alone, she looked innocent.
Charming, Jareth may not really want to take this risk, but the female elf’s stunning appearance is enough to sell for a sky-high price. This will be worth the price of a hundred human slaves. When the hot food and wine come from
When the chef brought it, Jerrys mixed the potion into the wine.
The drunken potion is colorless and odorless. The drinker will become drunk within ten minutes to an hour after drinking it, and will fall asleep. After three hours, he will be in a state of severe coma. Jaris planned to take action at that time, and several thugs
They are already prepared. This big ticket will allow them to squander it for a while if they succeed.
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Norsca, the land of snow and fog.
"Karak, are you confident in your ability? Then you should track down the man riding the white bear and kill him to prove your ability, instead of bragging here, tell me, when I
Where were you when my father fought with that Southerner?"
The hunt for the White Bear Lord eventually turned into an internal fight for power. Varamyr's sons decided not to pursue the White Bear Knight that day, although they all sent their own troops to hunt down the one who killed them.
His father's executioner, but all the heirs to the chief's position, without exception, chose to stay and keep an eye on the tribe and the throne.
"Huh, I wasn't here at the time. I was ordered by my father to go to the north to hunt mammoths. When I came back, I learned that you guys, you losers, actually let a Kisli lady kill my father single-handedly.
.And what’s even more ridiculous is that so many people couldn’t stop him.”
Wadlin, the youngest son of the late chief, shouted loudly. It was both a mockery and a provocation. There were people from the tribe surrounding him. Everyone was watching, and those who were sent out to hunt down the murderer were just doing it.
It’s just a look.
"That's not your father, you bastard! Everyone knows that you are just..."
Varamyr's eldest son Karak was about to ridicule his younger brother, but was met with an angry roar from Waladrin. To be precise, Varamyr was not Waladrin's father. He was an orphan since he was a child and was killed by Warchief Varadrin.
Mir adopted him and trained him to be the best warrior of the tribe. Karak, Fran, Stanford, and Wadlin were all brothers who grew up together. However, the unexpected death of their father made the family full of conflicts.
and hostility.
Wadlin did not want his brother to humiliate him, and launched a championship showdown in public. He was 10,000 sure to kill this arrogant, ignorant brother. No, from now on, he is no longer his brother.
Wadlin wanted to become the new warchief. His ambition came from his strength. When he found that the people around him, especially the brothers who grew up together, were not as strong as him, Wadlin's ambition began to expand.
He had to prove himself in front of his father Varamyr again and again. But he was not affirmed. After all, he was not Varamyr's flesh and blood. But now, he finally had the opportunity, a man who could openly challenge his brother and get the chieftain.
opportunity.
Everyone was watching them. Karak could only fight.
With a sullen face, he selected a delicate and sharp dagger around the field, and at the same time, took away the shield from the hands of the predator warrior.
Karak's face was ashen. He knew that he was no match for Wadlin in terms of force. His strength almost caught up with his father's, and he could be said to be one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. He could only slowly wear out his strength.
He wanted to kill him and look for an opportunity to bleed him. Therefore, he chose the sturdy Predator Buckler.
And his younger brother, Wadlin, who had no blood relationship with him, directly drew the battle ax that was half a man tall from behind.
"Only cowards use shields."
Wadlin roared, then grabbed his ax and rushed forward.
In full view of everyone, Mammoth Killer Wadlin roared angrily and struck the heavy battle ax at his thin brother. Karak raised his buckler and attacked with all his strength. The battle ax hit the buckler and almost penetrated the shield.
, that powerful and heavy blow cut Karak directly to the ground. His knees pressed against the snow, barely blocking this brutal and violent blow.
But then, Wadlin withdrew his battle ax and directly pulled the shield out of the hand of the chief's son, Karak.
In surprise, Wadlin, who was stronger than a bison, swung his battle ax and struck Karak in the neck with the axe.
The chief's son quickly retreated, and in the roar of the wind, he evaded the attack in embarrassment.
But before he could stand still, the challenger Wadlin roared up again. Like a bison, he directly knocked down Karak. The biggest obstacle on his way to the chieftain, now, with just one axe, he could be eliminated.
You can get rid of him.
The crowd was shocked. They saw that Karak, who had always regarded himself as the heir to the throne, was beaten to the ground by his opponent in less than three rounds.
However, just when everyone thought the battle was over and Wadlin was about to become the new chief of the tribe, a hidden arrow shot through his arm, causing the ax he was about to drop to deflect to one side, and the battle ax was less than Karak's head.
It fell from a finger's distance and stuck in the snow, making a trembling sound.
Everyone turned around and saw Stanford, Karak's biological brother and Wadlin's former brother, walking out of the crowd.