"What's wrong? What's going on?"
"What else could it be, getting kicked out of the gym again?"
"Kick, kick the gym?"
"That's right, kicking the gym...who are you? You don't even know them, right?"
The sound of punches and kicks, accompanied by the shouts and screams of players who were being beaten, gradually spread around the Dance of Fire Square, with countless participants rushing from the streets and alleys in every corner of the square. Come, the players who couldn't tell which guild or gang they belonged to slowly joined the sudden street brawl with their own roars. He was struggling to resist the constant stray bullets and the ensuing accidental attacks. It didn't take long for the thief named Gyro Boy to be driven out by the flash of swords and swords caused by the chaotic battle ahead. While wiping the cold sweat on his head, While asking the two passers-by who were pointing around him with an increasingly puzzled expression: "That, that... I'm new here, so..."
"New here?" Looking at the inconspicuous and ordinary equipment on the little thief, the player nodded suspiciously: "Forget it, you can find out about this kind of thing just by asking...see those few Are those players who were beaten the worst? They are the leaders of Flamedramon's team. They are always here to recruit people, and the lines they use to recruit people are more and more exaggerated every time..."
"I heard that they deceived many novices because of their false connections, and eventually they ended up in the Adventurers Association." Another player standing next to the player continued to explain: "Later, because the ostentation was too obvious, He was on the blacklist of many guilds.”
"Real or false?" Then the top boy opened his mouth wide: "I, how come I have never heard of..."
"Whether it's true or false, you'd better stay away from that guild." The player who spoke before immediately lowered his head and explained: "Otherwise, I'm afraid you will be the unlucky one in the end."
He sighed and shook his head, and the finger that was originally pointing at the other person also moved to the other person's back. Then a stream of sword energy separated from the sky full of light and shadow, and fell impartially in the direction of the top boy. . Panicking, he dodged the attack like a stray bullet. The little thief, who was inconspicuous in the crowd, rolled down to the other corner in embarrassment. Then, like an inconspicuous stone caught in the crowd, he collided with The swords that kept shuttling through this chaotic battlefield rushed toward the distance beyond their control: "Don't accidentally hurt me! Borrow it, borrow it!"
"Get out of here, trumpet! Why are you wandering around here...wait a minute."
"He's not a trumpet, he's from the Flamedramon!"
"Look at his chest, he still has the guild logo of Flamedramon!"
"...Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Several muffled sounds of fists and kicks were accompanied by the figure of a young boy struggling to escape in a certain direction of the square. Accompanied by this was the thief who had been beaten into a sandbag again and rolled out in that direction. With his body in the ball and running around with his head in his arms, he didn't seem to want to continue to defend himself. He just hid back and forth again and again as he became the target of public criticism. After all, the chaotic battle situation provided some convenience for his escape, but the reputation of the four words "Fire Dragon Beast" seemed to be much greater than imagined, so when the thief rat rushed to the edge of the square, What appeared in front of him was more and more enemies rushing from around the castle, pointing at him and shouting: "Don't run!"
"I won't run, I won't run... If I don't run, won't you chase me?"
"Listen to the little thief in front of you, you are already surrounded by us! Give up your resistance and get caught. Maybe we can consider kicking you in the butt a little less... stop him!"
"The boy is pretty good at running, let me chase him!"
In the sight of the panting thief tumbling out of the gap on the street again, the train belonging to the top boy who was inexplicably brought up appeared in the circular arc on the edge of the Dance of Fire Square, leading this team to start. The short figure that circled then burst out with unexpected speed, and at the same time let out a miserable howl that only novice players would make when facing a group of monsters chasing them. The bewildered expressions shown by the confused players one after another as the thieves passed through them for a moment were then overwhelmed by the chasing team behind him, and soon spread to most of the circular runway outside the square, until the desperate When the running figure began to gradually become lonely, and the sullen forward movement began to become weak, the team that was about to be trapped in a circle finally heard a few enlightened voices: " You guys go over there!"
"Outflank, outflank! Surround him!"
"If you can't catch a little thief, do you still want to hang out in the future?"
"He's there, he's there! Quick, he's there... Huh?"
As if he had discovered a new continent, one of the players who were quickly surrounding him and was running at the front suddenly opened his eyes in surprise, because the figure of the thief they had been staring at suddenly appeared in a strange way. With a huge jump that was completely inconsistent with his own strength, he jumped high into the air and disappeared behind the nearest house near the square in the blink of an eye. Weiwei stood there stunned for a moment, and then the players running at the front shouted and ran towards the alley leading to the back of the house, and then after a few seconds of running quickly, they went around to the same place. The teammates who rushed over from the other side of the alley faced each other: "...Where are the people?"
"Shh-"
Lying among the bricks above the roof, the Salted Fish King, who had already pressed down the top boy's head, then issued a silent warning: "Don't move, wait for them to leave."
"...Hoo, ho, ho, ho, scared, scared me to death."
Looking at the group of people who had gained nothing, running angrily towards the further end of the street, the little thief who finally had some breathing room then took a big breath: "Them, why do they prefer it?" You want... you insist on holding on to me..."
"Persimmons always look for the soft ones - this is an eternal truth." The Salted Fish King, who still maintained his motionless posture, replied in a low voice: "But..."
"Although you look like a novice, your strength is still good." He tilted his head and glanced up and down at the figure of the thief lying in the bricks beside him: "How did you jump up?"
"...Huh? Didn't you help me come up here?"
Staring at himself in surprise, the top boy's originally frightened and tired face was mixed with a bit of surprise: "I thought you had done some trick..."
"A clever plan is a clever plan after all, but it is not a magic trick that comes true." The Salted Fish King withdrew his head with a look of helplessness: "Does it mean that if I say I give you fifty points of power, you really have fifty points of power? "
"Uh... isn't it the skill you released?" The surprise on the little thief's face became more and more obvious: "I thought it was the effect of wind magic."
"I repeat, I am also a thief."
Answering the other party's words expressionlessly, the Salted Fish King then set his sights on the Dance of Fire Square in the distance: "But..."
"If we observe it for a while, we might be able to find out the answer."
Following the gaze he handed out, the top boy then put aside the temporary panic in his heart. The melee that had been staged in the center of the square also slowly broke out with the passage of this period of time, with all of one side falling. Win or lose. As if they felt that the humiliation on their side was not enough, the group of people who came over to kick the field and smash the stalls then dragged all the members of the Flamedramon who were not dead to the center of the square, and then in front of countless onlookers. In his sight, he stepped on the vest of one of the members who had previously been part of their recruitment team: "Did you see that? This is what happens when you bully us!"
"When they recruited us before, they not only promised to let us join the main team, but also promised to give priority to us graduating from Tobiliad's Tomb dungeon, but the result...hey, so many pairs of eyes are here now , do you dare to explain to them what happened?"
"You, you guys..."
"waste."
He kicked the player on the head who didn't say anything for a while, and the shield warrior who pushed the player far away then raised his large shield with magic light: "I, the fisherman, want to tell everyone here today Everyone, Flamedramon is a rubbish guild! Anyone who dares to join them in the future will be the enemy of our Beast Tribe!"
The loud declaration frightened the few onlookers closest to them back two steps, and also caused a slight silence in the center of the originally bustling Thebilis Castle for a moment, which was the time when players were whispering to each other. The timid look in his eyes made the leading shield warrior nod with satisfaction. He waved to the remaining teammates who were still trampling behind him and said, "Okay, brothers, it's ban time now. I'll see the Flame Dragon in the future." Those who are beasts should be beaten every time they see them..."
"Did you hear everything?"
"heard it!"
"Who dares to team up with the people of the Flame Dragon Beast to do dungeons and do missions... I'll fight them every time, have you heard anything?"
"heard it!"
"Great, then... who?"
Waving the shield in his hand like a general waving a flag, the player who called himself the Fishman then turned and walked in the direction of the Flame Ranch Tavern. His idea of preparing to greet everyone to celebrate the victory changed the next moment. Huo Ran Turning to a certain direction at the edge of the square in the distance: "Who just spoke?"
"……ah?"
"Is it you? Is it you?"
Striding past the surprised player who was mentioned at the front, the big shield warrior named Moyuman once again raised his loud voice: "What did you just say?"
"Huh? Uh... I didn't say anything just now, hahahaha..."
"Didn't you say? Don't think that I have poor hearing... I have a full twenty points of energy."
With warning words in his mouth, the fisherman, who pretended to be angry, finally slowly let go of the player's collar: "Just now someone quietly said "Silly X"... It must have come from this direction! who is it?"
"..."
Looking at each other's faces in confusion, several players standing near that direction then shook their heads like rattles. The large shield warrior, who looked among the group of people for a long time, then raised his shield high. His hair seemed to be fluttering with the anger he showed: "Come out! It's still too late to come out now! Otherwise... hum."
Is the drama going too far?
Such words quietly came out of his heart, and he widened his eyes. After a while, with the still confused expressions of those around him, he focused his gaze on a magician who had just passed by in the distance: "...You! Did you say that!"
"……Um?"
Stopping his steps slightly, the passerby wearing a gray magic robe turned his head slightly confused: "What's wrong?"
"Did you say something quietly just now?" The shield warrior, who used his strength to knock away all the figures around him, walked up to the magician in two steps: "Did you... look down on our animal tribe, ah? ?”
"...What on earth are you talking about?" The plain-looking magician replied helplessly: "I was just passing by..."
"fart!"
Grabbing the opponent's collar, the fisherman once again raised his momentum to the limit: "I think you are just a weak persimmon with no strength...I think you are just a novice who doesn't know how big or small you are! You don't know what to do at all. What respect to our high-end players at Castle of Thebilis!”
"Today I'm going to let you know the price of speaking openly." He raised one of his fists, and then swung it down towards the opponent's still confused face: "Go back and reflect on it, stupid - —”
boom!
A loud trembling sound then appeared in the air between the two people. It was the sound made when the fishman's fist suddenly collided with a stone thorn that suddenly appeared in the air and flew down diagonally. , without any warning, the stone thorn was then properly beaten into pieces by the iron fist wrapped in fine steel armor, and the two people's suddenly separated bodies flew towards both sides of the explosion. It seemed that the result of his punch was unexpected. The big shield warrior who was knocked aside by the explosion then hurriedly got up. Two thieves, one tall and one short, came from the far end of that direction. The figure then appeared above his raised vision, on the disappearing tiles at the top of a house: "Silly X."
"It seems you are looking for them."
The awkward silence was suddenly broken as the figures of the two thieves quickly disappeared, replaced by the roar of the big shield warrior who beat his chest and stamped his feet. The magician who was also blown over against the wall then slapped him. He stood up, pointed in the direction of the house and said with a smile.
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