The two quickly returned to the vicinity of the hotel.
Soren bought a clay pot, a pound of pork, and a pound or so of beans.
At the beginning, he promised to get some delicious food for Vivian, but unfortunately it was not very convenient in the wild, so he planned to make up for it now and make something for the little girl to eat at night. A lot of people gathered outside the hotel, some were residents of the town who wanted to come over to see if there were any cheap goods, and some were local hunters who planned to sell their furs at a cheaper price so that they didn’t have to go to the city by themselves sell. The other part is people who just came to watch, mainly watching the diggers on the carriage.
"It's really a digger!"
"It seems that they slaughtered at least three of them. These people are very powerful!"
The onlookers include militiamen and children. For these people living in the marginal areas, the legendary monsters are still vague, but the digger is one of the most dangerous creatures they can know.
"go in."
Sauron glanced at the others and planned to go in to rest.
However, when a slightly thin but strong figure appeared, he couldn't help but stop. The person who had the same movement as him was the captain of the guard. He also put down his work and looked up at the man who appeared . The age of the other party is not too old, probably in his twenties, his face is relatively handsome, his outline is like a knife cut, his eyes are very energetic and sharp, his eyebrows are straight like a sharp sword, this kind of appearance is very impressive. Strong impression, not to mention his restrained but sharp aura.
"The sword master?"
Sauron glanced at the other party's weapon, with a playful expression on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this small town to be a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."
"There are still advanced sword masters living here."
Juggernaut.
This is not a name for a level of strength.
Rather, it refers to a profession extended from a warrior. The sound of the word 'holy' represents a pursuit and belief in many places, such as paladins, holy fist guards, and priests. Juggernaut is a high-end advanced profession for fighters, and the conditions required are relatively harsh. They are also professionals who have given up using armor and armor. If they are not talented, they must reach the third-level strength to be able to advance successfully. The Juggernaut does not have a specific weapon, but the straight-edged sword is commonly used, and this weapon is still called a sword by many people.
They are good at finding the enemy's fatal weakness, and at the same time know how to maximize their own strength. The ability of "lifting Qi and chopping" is gradually taught by the sword master to the hands of ordinary fighters.
Many Juggernauts have been trained in the way of weapon masters, and they even learn the meditation (meditation) of monks.
The Juggernaut observed the caravan, and then a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
Then he quickly left the crowd and walked towards the back of the town.
Juggernaut is a profession that prefers to find others to learn from. They hope to sharpen their skills from battle. If they are active in the territory of orcs, Blade Juggernaut likes to challenge foreign strongmen the most.
"Vivian."
"You go in first, I'll be back in a while."
A trace of curiosity arose in Sauron's heart, and he quietly followed the other party outside, but he didn't follow too closely.
It was getting dark.
The professional who chose the path of Juggernaut did not go back, but came directly to a big tree.
He inserted the straight-edged knife behind his back into the ground, and then sat cross-legged behind the blade, holding the hilt with his arms that were not exaggerated but sharply angled, and then slowly closed his eyes and breathed.
This sitting is half a day.
Not far away, Sauron's figure was very hazy under the shadows. He stared at the sword master in the distance seriously, with a dignified expression.
The other party was not sitting on the ground.
In fact.
From the beginning to now, the opponent's body has always been about one centimeter above the ground, and a pair of arms are supporting his entire weight. His hands have held the hilt of the sword from the beginning, and the weight of his whole body has also been placed on the hilt. The breathing didn't change much from the beginning to the end, and the chest rose and fell slightly, as if the whole person had entered meditation.
But Sauron can be sure of one thing.
Once he is within 20 meters of the other party, the other party can spot him in an instant.
Most Juggernauts are above Tier 3.
In other words, his professional level may reach level 10 or above. If such a person conflicts, Sauron is less than 30% sure of winning.
So he retreated quietly, without disturbing the other party who was exercising.
Juggernaut is the most powerful advanced class for fighters, followed by specialized weapon masters, and then violent warriors with high strength.
Because he doesn't wear any armor, the Juggernaut is actually easy to fall.
Especially in times of turmoil in the future, the Juggernaut will easily become the primary target in large-scale battles, so Sauron has not encountered a few Juggernauts of the legendary level so far. The legendary Juggernaut's "insight into weaknesses" is said to be able to find out the weakest point even in the protective deflection field (energy) cast by the Faye!
Professionals don't venture outside all the time.
If they feel tired, or their ability has reached the critical point of breakthrough, they will find a quiet place to try to advance.
Some special occupation inheritance will return to the place where they were trained in the first place.
"Looks like I'm going to find time to start training too."
Seeing so many professionals in an unremarkable small town undoubtedly increased Sauron's pressure a lot.
It's never felt this strong before.
But now he finds that the aborigines in these plots are not simple!
Even though there is a mysterious data flow in his mind, if he doesn't work hard, he may not be able to surpass these aborigines in the future and face the gods who descended on the mortal world in the coming saint catastrophe.
"call!"
Sauron silently put his hand on the scimitar, and said to himself: "No wonder the gods killed by the players were less than one-tenth of the natives in the plot."
"This gap cannot be made up by data!"
Gods fall.
There used to be less than double digits among the players who got the godhead, but there were hundreds of people who got the godhead among the aborigines in the plot.
This is not just a gap in professional level!
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Sauron started preparing dinner after returning to the hotel.
The caravan guards were busy with their own affairs, the mysterious hostess hadn't shown up much these two days, and the wizard himself rarely dealt with ordinary people, so no one felt strange.
Vivienne was obediently learning to read in the room, and the little girl had almost finished reading the common characters.
Nor did she ask where Sauron had gone.
When Sauron came back, he moved a small bench and sat next to him. Sauron was cutting the pork he bought into pieces, and then pouring the beans into the clay pot. Then he took the clay pot to the hotel kitchen, carefully sealed the pot, covered the pot with ashes from the firewood, clapped his hands and said, "Go eat something first."
"It should be ready when it gets dark."
This is a relatively simple food to make, and the taste is not bad. In the past, Sauron would make it himself when he was free.
The only requirement is patience.
Because it is stewed, it takes about three hours.
Night falls.
The caravan guards were drinking and chatting in front of the hotel. Occasionally, some excited people would go out to make gestures. Some merchants gathered together to count the goods. Today they bought some furs in the small town, and they should be able to make some money by transporting them to the next city. Sauron sat in the back and played with the scimitar, but instead of using his right hand, he used his left hand.
[Two-Weapon Combat].
This is a specialty that is difficult to train and may take a long time.
Either spend expertise points to obtain it, or train hard by yourself. However, Sauron already has the personal specialty of the dexterous left hand, and it is much easier to master the specialty of [two-weapon combat].
I don't know who booed Sauron to go down to play.
Sauron happened to have such an idea, but he used his left hand when he did it.
The one who made the move was a young man from the Northland.
Originally, the captain of the guard was also eager to try Sauron's skills, but he gave up when he saw that he was holding the knife in his left hand.
But the look is quite strange, because there are relatively few people who use two weapons to fight.
This requires a lot of skill!
By far the best creatures in two-weapon combat are elves, and only the long-lived ones have time to practice this skill.
Vivian stood on a table taller than her and watched.
Because she is too short.
In the vacated field, Sauron walked around with a serious expression. Holding the knife in his backhand affected his performance, but it happened to exercise the flexibility of his left hand.
Even if he was fighting with his left hand, he still did not lose the wind, and even faintly tried his opponent's moves.
The little girl stood on the table and watched very seriously. Bai Shengsheng held a table knife in his small hand, watched the competition on the field, and made gestures with the table knife twice, frowning from time to time thinking.
That appearance is a bit nondescript, but her expression is very serious!
Gradually.
When she made gestures, there were even two or three points of similarity.
Everyone didn't notice the little girl in the corner. They had already been attracted by the battle on the field. Sauron's dodging skills surprised many people, especially some maneuvering footwork and physical strength. Difficult maneuvers when avoiding attacks. Without special flexibility training, ordinary people can't do it at all.
The second floor of the hotel.
The mysterious caravan hostess did not know when she would appear. She glanced at Sauron who was fighting in the open space, and her interest soon faded. But when her eyes fell on Vivienne in the corner, her expression burst into brilliance, she looked surprised, interested and funny.
The little girl stood on the table and gestured for a while.
Then he put down the knife in boredom, and said to himself: "It doesn't seem so difficult!"
"My brother didn't take it seriously at all."
"If he uses the move that can run sideways on the wall with a'swoosh, he can kill that guy with a single knife."
"Just toss and turn a few times."
"The person who fought against my brother is not as good as the guy in the daytime!"
The little girl curled her lips, glanced furtively at the others, and then quietly picked up the flagon with both hands and poured herself a glass of ale. (because of too little strength)
"Well."
Vivian took a sip, smashed it, said to herself, "It tastes weird."
"Why do they like this thing?"
With a hint of curiosity, the little girl drank a few more sips, and a blush soon appeared on her pretty little face.
"Well."
"Why do you feel dizzy?"
Vivienne's petite body wobbled a little.
When Sorenby came back from the trial, the little girl was already drunk, her little face was blushing, and she hurriedly hid the wine glass behind her.
How could Sauron not find out that she was secretly drinking!
So when he saw Vivienne who was swaying drunk and naive, his face darkened instantly.
Snapped!
There was a slap on the little butt.
Sauron directly tucked her in his arms and threw her to sleep in the room on the second floor.
The night was cool.
Sauron went to the kitchen to look at the clay pot, then covered it with ashes from the charcoal fire, lit an oil lamp, took it to the room on the second floor, took out a book from the dimensional bag, and read it silently. Occasionally, when her eyes fell on Vivian, who was sleeping soundly beside her and her little face was still flushed with drunkenness, her expression was obviously a bit dumbfounded.
"That's not a small amount of courage!"
He stretched out his hand and pinched Vivian's little Qiong's nose. The little girl felt uncomfortable and waved her little hand, then turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
She was really drunk.
Although she only drank a small glass of ale.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
Sauron put away the books, blew out the oil lamp and went to sleep. The little girl leaned over in a daze, and naturally reached out to hug his arm, then smacked her small mouth, muttering a few vague words Clear dreams.
The night passed like this.
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