Chapter 83 Accent

On the road, Allen met an angry orc again. He didn't have the patience to pull out the machete directly with the young man who was grinding with him, quickly drew a 'ten' on the leather armor on his chest, and then cut his trouser belt when he closed the knife.

Just as the orc lowered his head and raised his trousers, he hit his elbow on the back of his opponent's head, and the orc fell down like a bag of potatoes. Then he accurately kicked the crotch of the two orcs, then left the screaming enemy and dodged out of the back door of the pub.

There is no trace of anyone.

Allen waited for a moment and began to call Aurora. The little angel suddenly appeared from a dark corner and fell on his shoulder. "He got into the sewer," the little angel reported the results of his reconnaissance. "But I didn't chase him down - he won't be there too fast. We have enough time."

He stared at a board in the corner: "Here?" He smiled and said, "The style is exactly the same. It's the entrance to this way!" He walked up and hooked with his foot, and the board that was used as a lid was kicked aside, revealing a dark entrance.

"It doesn't seem to be a pleasant trip," the little angel frowned: "The smell inside is really annoying!" Allen jumped in first: "Don't complain - send you a sentence: the sooner you start, the sooner it ends!"

The sewer is more than two meters high and more than three meters wide, and there is a trench with a width of two meters in the middle, which flows all kinds of discharged sewage. In some uneven locations, sewage overflows the ground and flows freely throughout the sewer, which is smelly.

With the torch in his hand, Allen no longer believes in his night eyes after the last incident. He is willing to believe in the light of the torch.

The sewer under the firelight looks horrible. Many unknown bugs escape from the walls and ceiling. They often push each other and fall down without grasping the wall, falling into the sewage and making a squeaky sound. The mice are fat and amazing. They quickly move their bloated bodies and prey on all kinds of insects. When Allen approached, they showed their teeth and screamed threateningly, and then ran away a few steps and continued their big meal.

"I can't believe he can hide here!" The little angel dodged a falling bug, "Are we going in the right direction?"

Alan nodded, and he had seen some traces. At the edge of the trench, there is an invisible trace, which looks like it was accidentally touched.

"In front," he said cautiously, "it shouldn't be too far away!"

Aran carefully extinguished the torch in the sewage. After a few whispers, the whole passage fell into darkness. In the case of no choice, he used the night eye again and saw two red figures in the distance. Not far behind these two figures, there are several figures surrounding a swaying heat source, which looks like a fire.

One of them is desperately waving his arms and saying something, while the other is sitting and listening, sometimes retorting a few words. I think I found them," Allen said softly. The little angel around him looked at the change in his eyes strangely. He had always been curious about this ability. Although he didn't understand why, he only knew the general use of this ability from Alan's explanation.

"Let's go in?" The little angel asked.

"Well," he gently flattened the machete on his chest: "You follow me!"

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"You idiot, a stupid rock lizard!" Who was the angry dark elf? He roared angrily, "Just a rich fool who came to buy information? Humph, do you know how difficult he is? He then added, "This is not your first time!"

"Lord Deli," the fat boss stammered, "I just found rich people according to your instructions and deceived them!"

"But you should also see if we can eat this person or not!" Deli was even more angry: "If I hadn't seen his machete - thanks to the great queen Rose - I would probably have regarded him as an opponent that could be easily killed, and now my body has stinked in the rat alley!"

"So...what do you think we should do now?" The fat boss was also intimidated by this attitude and began to think about the way out. Why don't we give him the information he needs and return these mithsaries to him?

Dley thought for a moment, opened the small bag and took another look. The mithril block shone in the firelight and strengthened his mind. Give it back to him? Give him back such a large fortune?" He shook his head, "Absolutely impossible. I would rather all my men die here," he said later. He stressed his voice and looked at the small door leading to the wall of the next room: "These mithrils are worth more than 100 dagger taverns. We can start again!"

"Then let's leave now?" The fat boss hurriedly echoed this suggestion for fear that he would be counted as a subordinate who should die: "They are smashing my pub on it now, but it is estimated that it won't take long to kill all those orcs!"

Dley still shook his head. The dagger tavern has been operating for a long time, and he is indeed a little reluctant. "I wonder if there is any other way!" He stared at the fat boss's face: "Who do you think he looks like? - I'm talking about the accent!"

At this time, the fat boss quickly showed his valuable side: "In terms of accent, it should not be people from our Atlantis Empire - our accent is relatively pure and a little curly; it is not like the Soros Empire, where people talk with a sense of aristocrat, basically using long sentences and sentences and sentences. Continuing the pronunciation, the biggest possibility is the Kingdom of the Free Alliance - only people there are used to using short sentences, ellipsis and phrases," he paused for a moment: "As for saying that several other countries use their own languages, and the lingua franca will not be so standard!"

Dori nodded. Although he himself had this feeling vaguely, he really didn't have much summary to analyze these things.

"It can be said," Deli thought for a moment: "He is a man from the Kingdom of the Free Alliance. His profession should be a ranger, a magic warrior or a paladin. He can use magic and drive puppets, probably more than the sixth level of strength - what is he doing here?" His eyes flashed: "Or we can ask the city guards to help us solve this problem!"

"No need!" A voice came through the wooden wall behind the fat boss, and then the wall was hit hard and a big hole was broken. Deli quickly jumped back a few meters and pulled out the dagger, while the fat boss rolled and crawled aside.

Aren appeared outside the cave with Aurora and looked at the magic elements around the little angel, which clearly showed that this was its masterpiece. It turns out that you are from the Free Alliance... the Kingdom of the Free Alliance," the little angel smiled and said, "We finally know a little news, and we didn't fight twice in vain!"

Allen stared at the face of the dark elf and said simply, "Give me over my things, and then tell us the news. Let's do this - otherwise, I don't mind hitting today for the third time!"

Dley looked at the fat boss beside him, but several armed men who quickly rushed out of the door gave him courage, so he raised the dagger in his hand, pointed to Allen, and shouted offensive slogans contemptuously.

All his men rushed out.

Allen raised his machete high. Although he had always felt a little uncomfortable, he quickly adapted to this one-handed machete combat method. "I still need another knife," he thought and began his attack.

When one of the villains leaned forward and was in awe of the shining weapon, our young man immediately gave him a closer look and cut the cruel blade deep into his face. The other villain put his hand on the hilt, and the machete hit back and poked the hilt into his eyes. He fell back and shook dizzy, but through a vague pain, he knew that his life was over, and a second later, the shadow split his neck from the side.

Two more enemies began to attack Allen from both sides. They have pulled out their weapons and are ready to rush up. But when they rushed up, the young man was lucky to come to us again. He kicked something hard on the ground, which slid to the enemy on the right. At the same time, he blocked the blow on the left with a machete.

The enemy on the right is only two steps away from Allen. At this time, something slipped between his legs, causing him to trip and fall and eat shit. He immediately wanted to stand up, but he hesitated. He struggled to suppress the bile that was constantly secreted, because he saw something trip him.

That's the head of his companion.

The young man turned around and flashed another attack, stretched out his foot and kicked his opponent's buttocks fiercely, making the unfortunate guy fly out and hit the wooden wall - a stick poked on the big hole broken by Aurora easily pierced his body.

Dish one, and there is another one! Allen turned around again. At this time, he saw the fat boss's figure flashing outside the hole, and then Aurora chased out. He did not hesitate. The machete simply cut straight down from above. The half-kneeling opponent on the left raised the sword in his hand in fear, hoping to block this attack and give himself a buffer time to get up.

But he was stunned to see that the machete circled an arc in mid-air without touching his sword and strangely landed on his head!

Allen wiped out the two opponents. He looked at the remaining villains in the front and hummed viciously.

"Beng"

One of the villains threw down his weapon directly, turned around and ran away! This move led to a total defeat. After seeing the leader, the villains met such a powerful death. They clearly expressed their attitude - all began to run away!

Aron didn't care too much. It was not his intention to kill these people - although he didn't care about their life or death. He chased out of the hole, watched the battle between Aurora and the dark elves not far away, and ran straight up.