Suddenly, she stumbled and knocked out a small figure in the hall. She ran forward in a panic, repeatedly smashing away the Sheep Head Cultist who stood in front of her, causing the inn to scream again and again.
And just behind this little girl, seven or eight Goathead Cultists were roaring and chasing up from behind. After all, the short figure was too small, and was quickly stopped by one of the Goathead Cultists in three steps and two steps. , A grinning smile came from under the hood:
"Damn bitch, let me see where you go!"
Brando couldn't help but frowned when he saw this. He had already seen that under the short black robe was actually just a little girl. His gaze passed through the crowd, and he vaguely saw a person leaping on a wooden table motionlessly, with a dark red spreading under him, and he vaguely understood what was going on.
"Hey, that little girl is really ruthless." Delphine turned around, obviously seeing this scene clearly.
Brando was silent and didn't jump to conclusions. He only saw the little girl's figure trembling slightly after being stopped, and then glanced left and right, the thin figure showed a little helplessness. But this helplessness quickly turned into determination, and she suddenly turned and rushed in the other direction, surrounded by the crowd, using her hands and feet to climb up a wooden table.
She turned around, yelled, and then drew a dagger from under her black robe, clenching the hilt in her hands, her knuckles were faintly pale due to excessive force, and she was trembling with fear, but firmly said The tip of the sword pointed to all the sheep head followers who surrounded her.
The cold light of the sword tip flickered, forcing the sheep head cultists to turn their backs on their backs and hurriedly retreat, and they quickly made room around the table.
Brando could hear clearly that the little girl's voice was crisp and nice, it was actually an elf tone, or at least it should be a half elf. However, although the voice sounded violent, its slightly trembling voice clearly showed the fear and tension in its owner's heart.
"Do you want to help her?" Delphine turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes drifting: "My lord?"
Brando shook his head. Although the little girl looked isolated and helpless, her attire was not much different from that of the sheep's heads around her. She also had a black robe with her body added, and her big hood covered her face, revealing only an elf-like exquisiteness. The chin and face are covered with dust and dirt.
She stood stubbornly on the wooden table facing everyone, under her thin shoulders, her small arms under her robe held the dagger tightly—the dagger seemed to have been taken from its original owner. It doesn't match this little girl, it looks like a long sword in her hand, and it takes her hands to hold it tightly.
But at this moment, the blade of the short sword was tinged with a red color, and the blood beads couldn't help flowing down from the sword, passing the little girl's white hands, and then dripping.
"Damn, she killed Buster!"
"This damn little bitch!"
The Goathead Cultist roared, as if ready to do it at any time, but Brando turned around at this moment and asked the innkeeper on the side: "What's going on? It seems that this inn is not as safe as you promised? "
"Damn it," the innkeeper spit, cursing. He had seen someone making trouble in his hotel and was rolling up his sleeves and taking out a crossbow from under the counter, but he stopped when he heard Brando’s question: “That’s Buster’s slave, I’m early Reminded him, damn, he didn't listen to me at all!"
"how?"
The innkeeper hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to answer this question, but suddenly his eyes froze, and his gaze was suddenly attracted by the movement of Brando's hand.
I saw Brando put more than ten sparkling black rose gold coins (Madala gold coins, cast in 360-371 years), one by one, on the counter, lined up, the innkeeper It was as if there were nails on the feet, and the life stopped, as if there was only this large amount of money in his eyes. How could even these "poor believers" have so much money for a time and forgot to think about it, he greedily Licking his lips, he replied:
"That little bitch is a living sacrifice brought by Buster. It is said to be the best item caught in the swamp. He is a half-elf. But I have never seen such a half-elf with fangs and claws. Yesterday Mag When I wanted to move her, I almost bit off half of my palm by that little bitch..."
"To be honest, it was the first time I saw someone whose bones were so hard, let alone a little girl. Buster beat her half to death, but the little girl didn't even say a word. I saw it early. That little bitch is a dog that can bite people, damn it, Buster didn't believe me at all. It's good this time, he's lost his life."
Only then did Brando understand the ins and outs of the matter, and his eyes immediately became cold.
Before the inn owner had finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the temperature in his inn had dropped for several times. He had a cold war and looked around in a weird manner, thinking that he had an illusion.
It was at this time that Odyssey, the Flame Blade, had already appeared in Brando's hands, but the next moment, the long sword with dark golden cracks flickered, turning into a little flame and flying in the air.
At this time, the Goat Head Cultist finally made a move to the half-elf little girl.
The little girl actually raised her head at this moment, gritted her teeth, revealing a delicate face that shocked Brando, making him almost blurt out subconsciously:
"Medissa—?"
But at this moment, the face, which was almost exactly the same as the little silver elf princess but was obviously smaller, was full of despair. The little girl raised the short sword in both hands, and the first reaction turned out to be to slay herself with the horizontal sword. But Brando didn't panic at all, because at the very moment, a red flame suddenly flashed in the gloomy hotel.
The flame swept across like a giant dragon, blasting all the sheep head cultists one by one, screaming and flying out, and then a scream of rage sounded:
"Desert-Wind-Sword-Law, Dragon-Zhi-Flame!"
The red dragon, coiled by the flames, groaned and exploded in all directions. In the inn, there was another group of people turning upside down, and the sheep head cultists screamed again and again. Accompanied by it was a piece of table and chairs falling down, and wooden boards broken. The voice came.
In the next moment, Huang Huo's figure had appeared in front of the little girl.
The little elf girl was obviously stunned by this incident. She even forgot the movements in her hands. Her silver eyes were reflected in the golden red fire. In the fire, I saw a girl almost as tall as herself. He was standing in front of her, with his back facing her, and the tightly held hands were burning with red flames, and under the firelight, long black hair gleamed like a galaxy.
Huang Huo obviously just came down from the second floor just now, before he even had time to put on his hood, a beautiful and delicate face suddenly appeared. But she was frowning tightly, obviously extremely angry at the previous scene, a group of cultists besieged a little girl so shamelessly, this scene almost made her take action immediately.
Huang Huo, as an emperor in the line of Yu and Feng, although she usually shows humility and courtesy, she is angry at this time, and her majesty and aura are all natural. Not to mention the sheep-head believers she taught. Even Brando felt a little frightened, thinking that she was worthy of being the daughter of the royal family. With this momentum alone, the future achievements would be limitless.
For a moment, the only person who could move in the'Token of Boots' was the cursing innkeeper besides Brando and others. When Huang Huo made his move, this guy's eyes were about to stare out. Seeing that his hotel suffered such a serious loss, the hotel owner jumped into a thunder, and immediately raised his crossbow.
However, he had just had time to make a lifting motion, and he felt a cold neck, and a three-foot green front had already been placed on his neck. He suddenly fought a cold war, and turned his head, only to find that the guy in front of the three people who had not spoken had a sharp sword in his hands, and this sharp sword was doing something with his neck at the moment. Kind of intimate contact.
The innkeeper shuddered in his life, and his mind suddenly became sober, only to remember that the three people in front of him seemed to have come to his inn with the little girl who shot later. After understanding this, this An innkeeper could only recognize bad luck, and obediently threw the crossbow in his hand to the ground.
"Outsiders!"
"They are not their own!"
There was a cry of exclamation immediately in the hotel. Obviously, the Goathead Cultists were not fools, and soon there was a problem with the identity of Brando and his party.
Immediately someone drew their weapon and rushed over here. Some people were still summoning demons. There was a mess in the hotel. For these people, Brando was not soft, and he fell a piece between his fingers.
But even so, there were still a few fish that slipped through the net quickly, and they rushed out of the hotel with their heads buried in the beginning. Especially for the few who were by the door of the hotel, Brando didn't have time to keep them.
These people either fled or went out to call people, but in short it was a trouble. Brando was also very helpless in this situation. He originally wanted to keep a low profile and save the half-elf little Lolita who resembled Medissa. , But with Huang Huo's shot, they couldn't think of a high profile.
But fortunately, he shrugged, high-profile, high-profile, anyway, almost all the news he wanted has been obtained, and he didn't care about fighting here. With his strength, let alone a mere Maltaha, even the entire Tauchik area may not be able to find someone who can keep him.
Besides, even if Huang Huo was not so high-profile when he shot, there is also Mr. Liu, who is eager to protect the lord. The unlucky hotel owner dared to attack Huang Huo by his side, presumably Mr. Liu has also restrained as much as possible. Otherwise, That sword would have opened a blood hole directly in the opponent's neck.