Chapter 1025: The evil old drunkard
"Wake up yet, you idiot!"
There was a roar in my ears, and before I could react, I was hit twice in a row, and my head was slapped hard, knocking me off the city wall.
"Who, who hit me?!!"
I came back to my senses immediately, rolled in the air and landed firmly, then turned back and glared at the old drunkard with his fists on the city wall. There was no doubt that this guy was the murderer.
Damn it, you actually disturbed my memory of the past. Do you know how important it is for a protagonist to remember the past? This is memory killing! Memories kill! ! In the face of adversity, using memories to burst out with infinite power and defeat enemies who are far stronger than oneself is an essential element of hot-blooded comics - memory killing, if I am killed by the devil in the future, it will all be taken by you today. wrong! Please apologize to the world and people who were not saved by this! !
Although it's not a beautiful memory of Shenma, it's just
She jumped onto the city wall angrily and found Jeluka standing there seriously, like a professional maid, motionless, only the corners of her eyes trembled from time to time. Of course, don't think that she was doing her job as a maid, nor was she in a daze. She was snickering secretly, using the power of a futile king to make a bitter taunt - How long do you think this guy has been with me? To put it harshly, her butt is like that, and I know that.
"Boy, did you hear what I just said? You didn't hear me. Go to hell. Guys like you might as well turn into chunks of meat spewed out from the fat beast."
Instead of saying that the old drunkard looks like a junior who didn't listen carefully to the lessons taught by his elders, it's better to say that he looks like a rude and rude old gangster. He glared, grinned, and vented at the person being strangled, but didn't listen carefully to her "Hey." "Boy, let me borrow a hundred yuan from my buddy to smoke a cigarette." He only took out 10 yuan and handed it over to Angry.
"That's why"
I pushed the old drunkard's head away and wiped the foam from my face. The veins on my forehead kept beating.
"So don't just talk here, you should also do some work for me."
With a sweeping kick, I kicked this guy off the wall.
"I don't want it. The person in charge now is you, not me."
Although it seemed that she was kicked off the city wall by me, the feeling of weakness in her legs suggested that she jumped out on her own with the help of my kick.
"You also know that I am the person in charge, right?"
I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the old drunkard simply sat down under the city wall, leaned back and started drinking with his legs crossed.
"Now that you know that I am the person in charge, I order you to attack me."
"What? You are just an elder who has been a handyman for a few years. What right do you have to order me!!"
When the old drunkard heard this, he immediately quit.
"Shut up, I don't want to be scolded as a handyman elder by the ghost elder who does nothing!!"
He patted his chest and looked at the old drunkard with a condescending look.
"Have you forgotten that there is such a rule in the alliance that in emergencies, no matter how big or small, all personnel should be dispatched by the person in charge, unless the person has a good idea and wants to take over the command of the person in charge, what? Do you mean that you This guy wants to take over the position of person in charge now?"
Say yes quickly, say yes, you bastard, I even have the memory crystal ready. As long as you say the word yes, I will record it immediately, and then turn around and return to Rogge's camp.
"Ah? Huh? Is this happening? I have long forgotten about the alliance rules and so on." Touching his head, the old drunkard smiled blankly.
Tsk, I didn’t take the bait.
"In short, you can either go back to the camp or take over the position of the person in charge. If you can't do that, just listen to my orders."
"Dear Wu, don't be like this. We have something to discuss."
The old drunkard who climbed up the city wall at some point looked at me with a disgusting smile.
"Go, go, I'm a business person." With a straight face, I looked at the sky from a distance and said.
"Even if I dress now
If I just listen to your orders and then passively slow down my work later, it will not be good for everyone, don’t you think? "
Blinking mischievously, the drunkard showed a shrewd smile like a profiteer.
It's true. If she gets the news and slows down her work, I can't do anything about it, but is it really okay to say it in such a careless way? Ah, the pornographic maid has already taken out her secret little pornographic book. If word spreads to Akara, prepare to die.
I looked at the old drunkard with an indifferent look that showed no pity for death, and motioned for her to continue.
"That is to say, dear Wu, on this trip to Kurast, I should have found a lot of beautiful bars in the elves. Anyway, you don't like drinking much, so why not hehehehehe?"
Rubbing his fingers, he showed a "you know" look in his eyes, and a series of unscrupulous laughter came from the mouth that smelled of alcohol.
Although the integrity of the pornographic maids has been sold well enough, if you meet the old drunkard who really shows off your power, it will still be a bit unsatisfactory. It is difficult for ordinary people to compare the two. It's just that they sell in different directions. Jeluka sells What he sells is the shame of a girl, and he is essentially a timid and kind-hearted guy, but what the old drunkard sells is his personality. The prestige and notoriety of Rogge's camp far exceeds that of the four demon kings.
The request made by the old drunkard was not unexpected. Originally, I had no special hobby for wine. The wine I got from Mokani was 90% to make the guy in front of me calm down.
After bargaining, we finally won because we occupied the strategic high ground. When I refused to let go at all, the old drunkard only grabbed two jars of good wine.
"You should work obediently this time."
After the old drunkard accepted my drink, I could unceremoniously command her like a cow or a horse as an employee.
"Etc., etc."
The old drunkard muttered.
"You shouldn't think about taking the salary and not working, right?"
I glared at her. Although this guy is greedy and stingy, he shouldn't be the one who did such stupid things for just two jars of wine. The story of the boy who cried wolf, in this world, especially if it happens to an old drunkard, only one time is enough to make the world fall apart. No one else would trade with her anymore.
"Of course not, this is Akara's order."
The old drunkard became proud of himself in my slightly ominous gaze.
"Now is not the time to take action. The changes caused by the crystal fragments mixed with this hunting operation are just an opportunity for Alliance adventurers to practice. How can we intervene?"
"That is to say"
"Hey, I accept the wine without any courtesy."
Sitting on the edge of the city wall swinging her legs, the two jars of wine held by the old drunkard disappeared in a flash, and then she patted her belly with satisfaction, as if the two jars of wine had been stuffed into her stomach.
You bastard, you were deceived after all, and the two jars of wine were given away for nothing.
Seeing the old drunkard's triumphant look, I punched the ground with regret.
On the other side, there was a Jeluka written on the small yellow book, and finally ended with a sentence like "Rogge is the third stingiest and Rogge is the second stingy. In fact, this ranking is very reasonable." After thinking about it, it seemed very girlish. There was a pig's head drawn on top of the words "His Royal Highness".
"too naive."
The old drunkard suddenly drank loudly.
"Do you think it's that simple? Be careful and don't let monsters that are too strong get close. Our current mission is to intercept and kill monsters that are powerful enough to break down the adventurers' defenses."
"That's what I said, but I really don't want to hear such righteous lines from your mouth." I rolled my eyes.
"So, you don't understand my hard work, do you know about the last hunting operation? At that time, I was running around, killing monsters that were enough to destroy the entire adventure team, and I didn't even have time to breathe. Otherwise, do you think there would be so many idiots who would be so grateful to serve me wine?"
I really want to record the last sentence and let those people hear how virtuous their savior is.
"Um?"
At once
When I complained like this, the old drunkard suddenly turned his head and stared at the battlefield below the demon fortress.
"You brat, give me a javelin or a spear or something."
She stretched out her hand towards me without looking back.
"If you dare to exchange it for money, I will let you live in the snow cave of Harrogas for the rest of your life if I don't tell Grandma Akara."
While complaining, I still handed over a gold-level javelin.
"You guys are so generous with your spending, just a blank slate will do."
After glancing at the golden expression in his hand, the old drunkard turned back with the disdainful look of a prodigal man and threw the javelin back to me.
As for the whiteboard, you can have as many as you want.
I simply threw a bunch of intact Whiteboard Excellence Javelins.
After weighing the handshake, the next moment, the old drunkard's arm was thrown indifferently. With a green rainbow, a javelin fell like a meteor from the demon fortress thousands of meters away, and fell straight into the sea of monsters.
Amazon's fourth-level skill, Plague Javelin, was only used by an old drunkard. Its power must have been more than just a fourth-level skill.
"Ouch"
Shocking screams rang out, and among the monsters, a sneaky hell slinger was stabbed to the core by this outstanding javelin with a green tail that fell from the sky. It covered its chest and looked up at the towering In the fortress among the dark clouds, his fearful eyes seemed to see something incredible, and he slowly fell down.
Where he fell, there was a loud bang, and hundreds of gold coins, mixed with several pieces of equipment, splashed, but they were immediately overwhelmed by the surging monsters behind him.
"Well, the two jars of wine were not wasted."
Playing with the remaining excellent javelin, the old drunkard said proudly.
I can't refute it, I can't refute it at all. The vertical distance between here and the battlefield is several thousand meters, and the straight-line distance from that hell slinger is far more than that. How on earth did this guy manage to bicker with me at the same time? , can one side detect the other side's latent approach from such a long distance?
Then there is the plague javelin. Although I know that it will not be that simple to throw it from the hands of an old drunkard, but that hell slinger, please imagine it carefully. It is a monster in the Lu Gaoyin area. Under normal circumstances, it is not possible at all. If this happens, there is only one explanation. It is a third-world monster entity transported by the crystal fragment incident.
Judging from its explosion rate after death, it is definitely not an ordinary monster, nor is it a boss-level monster. Even with a few hundred percent explosion rate and a so-called equipment upstart, I can't get such a spectacular explosion from a boss-level monster. The explosion rate, then there is only one explanation left, it is at least a third world elite monster.
The elite level monster of the third world. Look clearly. This is the elite level monster of the third world. It lurked secretly and was discovered by the old drunkard from a distance of more than a few kilometers. Then he killed it instantly with a plague javelin. What do you think? Who can say anything about such incredible things.
Standing aside, Jeluka, who had never seen the demonic strength of an old drunkard, was more unbearable than me. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in cold air for a long time before she brushed what was recorded in her little yellow book. I leaned over. I took a look and found this sentence.
"That's right."
Because she was too surprised, Jeluka didn't notice me peeping from the side, and was startled when she heard the voice.
"Let me do it."
Ignoring Jeluka's angry look, I snatched the small yellow notebook and quill from her hand, and drew a pig's head on the word "Kasha" just like she did.
Hahahahahahaha, this is not funny at all.
Hey - wait, can you learn from me?
My eyes that immediately became stiff slowly fell on the original template that looked exactly like the original template. It was the word "Your Highness" that Jeluka called me, surrounded by a big pig's head.
"You guy, you always don't accept lessons."
My body suddenly burst into flames, and with a dark face, I slowly approached Jeluka.
"What are you doing? Let me see."
The small yellow book in his hand was suddenly snatched away by the hand that suddenly stretched out from behind.
"Why are the words "Your Highness the Prince" surrounded by pig's heads? But it's so appropriate, hahahahahahaha, it's not funny at all."
The old drunkard burst out laughing when he said it was not funny. I looked at her with cold eyes, and if I wanted to be happy, I would just take advantage of it.
Sure enough, when her eyes gradually fell below, she found that her own name was also circled by a pig's head. The old drunkard's smile froze, and then he became furious.
"You kid must have done it."
"it was all your fault."
While avoiding the pursuit of the old drunkard, I rushed towards Jeluka.
"Give me back the notes."
Jeluka reached out and snatched the small yellow book from the old drunkard's hand.
All in all, because of the shock of the old drunkard, this hunting operation, which I planned carefully for nine minutes and ninety-nine seconds, turned out to be surprisingly simple.
