517. Chapter 516 Farce


The drow warrior Morand seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly patted his head, pretending to wake up from a dream, looked at Brian, and said maliciously:

"Oh, how can I Have you forgotten about this? All human slaves in our ancient city of Orens must first cut off their tongues and prick their ears. This is no exception, right? Brother Jack, if you want to order this slave to do something, you must first do it. Only if you let him understand."

A sly light flashed in Brother Jack's eyes, and he smiled sinisterly: "What Morand said is true, body language can often penetrate people's hearts more deeply than words. It is unforgettable. It seems that I should show him some basic drow sign language first to let this new human slave understand that his fate is closely connected with ours."

Said Brother Jack. He took off a long whip with a ferocious spider pattern from his waist.

The long whip seems to carry the power and majesty of a certain drow family, and every touch seems to trigger a dark resonance.

He swung his whip suddenly, and the whip drew a sharp arc in the air, making a crisp "crack" sound like thunder, echoing in the air, and even the air was shocked by this power.

In this chilling atmosphere, Brother Jack's words were even more ruthless: "Boy, today is the beginning of your surrender to me."

His provocative voice was like cold molten iron. Flowing in the air, condensed into a ruthless command.

Then, the black whip tip shot out like a crossbow arrow, and with a loud noise and a "pop", the delicate wine glass in Brian's hand was instantly smashed into pieces.

The wine splashed all over his hands, and his body instantly stiffened, maintaining his original drinking posture, as if he was frozen.

For a moment, Brian, who had his back to the two of them, was still maintaining his drinking posture, as motionless as a clay puppet, and looked like he was stunned into silence.

Seeing this situation, the corners of Drow's mouth cruelly twitched upward twice, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and he shouted: "Human slave, get over here immediately! Otherwise, I won't Mind if I continue to show you my drow skills."

His voice was full of threats and intimidation, as if he wanted to completely break Brian's will.

Faced with this sudden change in front of him, Brian couldn't help but sigh, and the few splinters of wood in his hand scattered with the wind.

He looked up at the bartender who had already retreated not far away with a slightly helpless expression, and said with a smile: "This wine was spilled before I finished drinking it. It's a pity. It's a bit too wasteful. If If you don’t mind, can you serve me another glass? Of course, you can also introduce me to your other fine wines.”

He spoke in a calm and soft voice, without any trace of anger, and his eyes were always looking at the bartender, never taking the two drow who were causing trouble into his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, these two guys are no different from clowns.

There is no doubt that the two drow elves were immediately angered by Brian's ignorance.

In the dim bar, their faces were as hot as fire with anger.

At this moment, if it were in the darkness outside the hotel, the blazing red light would be enough to illuminate the surrounding area for one kilometer, and his eyes would be like flickering lava flames, full of violence and murderous intent.

Morand took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist.

It is a sword that has been honed over the years and is extremely sharp.

He gently held the tip of the sword with his fingers, bent it downwards, and the sword bent into a graceful arc.

Suddenly, he suddenly let go of his fingers, and the tip of the sword popped out quickly like an arrow from the string, making a crisp "boom" sound.

Immediately afterwards, this extraordinary drow struck out as fast as a cheetah, and the long sword pierced Brian's back with a fierce murderous intent.

His intention seemed obvious, which was to stab Brian through the heart.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire tavern instantly solidified.

The surrounding melon-eaters all put down what they were doing and focused their attention on this thrilling blow. They held their breath and concentrated for fear of missing this exciting moment.

The halfling bartender was so frightened that he had already closed his eyes. He picked up a tray and held it in front of him. He just hoped that the blood splattering everywhere would not make it too troublesome for him to clean up. .

Faced with this situation, Brian remained indifferent, and even couldn't help but smile.

Smiling as if what Morand sent was not a deadly sword, but a useless wooden stick.

In this slightly stuffy space, a sudden strong wind roared, and the cold wind rolled back as sharp as an arrow, freezing the surrounding air instantly.

The hand of the dark elf wielding the sword seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his breath was suffocated, as if there was a huge rock weighing on his chest, preventing him from taking in a breath of air. Immediately afterwards, his face became distorted due to lack of oxygen, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Even the arm he swung out with all his strength lost control in an instant, bending involuntarily with the wind, and the sword shining with cold light instantly struck him in the opposite direction.

All this happened so quickly that it was impossible to react.

The drow can be said to be extremely frightened at this moment.

He wanted to throw away the weapon, but his limbs seemed to be frozen by the bone-breaking cold, unable to obey his orders.

I saw the shining sword cutting through the air, and instantly passed through Morand's throat with a fierce momentum.

At this moment, everyone in the venue held their breath, and the air seemed to freeze.

Brother Jack stared at all this with his mouth open. He quickly swung his long whip and tried to wrap up Morand's arm.

However, as the afterimage shook, the long whip hit the floor hard, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Moland's body was thrown backward like a cannonball.

With the sound of tables and chairs overturning, the dark elf's body hit hard under the stage in the center of the venue, knocking down a group of people watching the fun and attracting crowds of people. Curses from all races.

Everything happened in an instant, which was shocking.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the noise in the bar suddenly fell into silence.

Most of the people in the bar opened their eyes wide, with a strong sense of disbelief in their eyes, looking at Brian, who was always calm and composed.

They seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and could not take their eyes away from him.

Brian sat as steadily as a rock, with a calm expression, as if all the disturbances around him had nothing to do with him.

His eyes were deep, containing endless wisdom and calmness. In this farce, he didn’t even make any exaggerated movements or make any noise, but he exuded an indescribable feeling. The aura of neglect.

No one saw how he took action. His movements were quick and smooth, as natural as instinct.

In an instant, he had taught these two arrogant drow warriors a lesson.

"Okay, the farce is over, it's time for Miss Orianna to come out." Brian said casually to the crowd.

The words just fell.

A drow mage wearing sexy and revealing clothing walked out of the crowd.

Her eyes are deep and fiery, revealing an indescribable charm and mystery. She is wearing a violet robe, revealing her slender and charming legs and exquisite figure, which is enviable.

The violet robe shone with a mysterious and alluring light in the dimness, as if it contained endless magic power.

Every step exudes a sultry atmosphere, leaving a deep and elegant dark mark on the bar.

And when she walked by, a strong and alluring scent filled the air, like the most attractive fragrance in the dark night.

This sexy, revealing, mysterious and seductive drow mage is like the most confusing and moving shadow in the darkness, making all eyes fall in love with him. In the darkness and silence, he shows his ability to stir the heartstrings and lead dreams. Beautiful picture.

"Dear Mr. Mage, I said we would meet again soon. How about it? Are you surprised?"

Orianna twisted her slender waist and walked towards Brian.

Her thin dark red belt outlines her perfect curves, exuding charming magic and elegance with every step she takes. (End of this chapter)

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