Medieval White Elf Story

When a group of burly men who are drunk and irritated by each other come together, what will happen, what can happen, and what else can happen.

Even the regular yelling and swearing before the formation was omitted, and he went up with fists in his hands. If he saw the guy he found most unpleasant, he would just punch him, first to make his nose crooked.Some of them didn't drink too much but still remained rational. They cleverly picked up a wooden bench in the store and used it as a weapon. At least they were less likely to suffer losses than with bare hands.In the blink of an eye, the originally quiet and peaceful tavern turned into a battlefield where two groups of people fought.

The hotel owner's heart was bleeding. After this fight, no matter the final outcome of both parties, his small store would be completely destroyed.

He looked at Flynn who was also in a daze with resentment. He was originally very happy to meet a little fat sheep and killed him with a knife. However, he never expected that what he was waiting for was not the God of Wealth but the God of Plague, which put him in such a bad situation. Break things.If they knew that this big patron would cause such a big mess, they would rather not earn a few silver coins than invite them out.By the way, there were still a few silver coins at least. The boss quickly touched the silver coins in his pocket to make sure they were still there and then breathed a sigh of relief, so that his losses could be reduced.

In Flynn's heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past.

what's the situation

I didn't like the people of the Principality of Zeon, but I didn't let the retinue take action.

I originally thought about persuading the cheap dad to pay more attention to the situation in the territory after returning, so as not to be taken advantage of by the enemy, but I forgot that the fools around me lost their minds after a few glasses of wine. Okay, let’s fight the opponent directly.

It doesn't matter what the reason for the fight was now. If you go back by yourself, you will definitely be considered as a big trick. The cheap mom always wants to tie herself to her like a pet dog to feel relieved. This is good. , I still don’t know how distressed she will be, and I have to be completely trapped in the castle.

This is nothing, he must be so unlucky.

If God gives Flynn another chance, he will definitely decide to never allow his men to drink. If there is a time limit before this decision, he hopes it will be ten million years.

Drunk fights kill people, Flynn's intestines are almost green with regret now.

At the moment, Flynn has only one choice, which is to stand by and do nothing, unable to do anything, literally nothing.With his small body, he could only watch from the side, quietly waiting for these people to finish fighting and decide the winner.

He wanted to sit back and watch, but others had different opinions.

The follower of the Zeon family who first threw the bowl and triggered the tavern fight was also the one who attracted the most hatred. Flynn's followers immediately focused all their hatred on him.After finally waiting for other companions to help share the firepower and let him escape, his face was bruised, his head was swollen, his nose was crooked, and two bright red nosebleeds were also caused by unknown reasons. His entire face was covered in blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

Although he couldn't see the injury on his face, he couldn't help but feel the burning pain. When he realized that he had suffered a big loss, he originally planned to continue rushing forward, but when he turned his face, he saw that he was standing aside Flynn.

When the two of them looked at each other, Flynn knew something was going to be bad. Sure enough, this guy pushed away the table and ran over here, ready to take it out on himself.

It's such a shame. They say that Thunder God only picks the weak ones. This guy looks big and thick, and his mind is not simple. He actually knows how to pick the weakest target, himself.Looking at the injuries on his face, he would definitely not let himself go easily later. What the hell did he do? He just brought a group of trouble-making guys out. Now he is in danger. Even King Qin There is no escort role.

It's definitely too late to run now. The tavern is such a big place, and the other party can catch you with just a little stretch of his hand.If you go up against someone head-on, you'll probably be like an egg hitting a rock, and it's more like delivering food to others.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. Flynn didn't have any idea. He first picked up the plate with food in front of him. He probably wouldn't hurt the opponent if he swung it out. At least it could be used as a small shield to carry a few hits for him.

Before the guy could get close to Flynn, a group of people suddenly rushed out and kicked him back into the crowd.Okay, okay, a hero emerges from a crisis. What is this guy’s name? Is he called Dibelli or Dilibey? In short, at this moment he is Flynn’s great benefactor and savior, even if he goes back and gets spanked by his cheap mother. , he must also be commended and commended for his heroic deeds of protecting the Lord today, and he must be heavily rewarded.

The follower of the Zeon family was severely kicked by the flying kick. It took him a while to get up from the ground again. His hatred was completely attracted by Dibelli, and he picked up a broken table leg. He wanted to seek revenge from Dibelli, but then he was punched in the face by an unknown person. He was so angry that he uttered a series of discordant words.

The fight between a group of people became more and more intense. Fortunately, although these people were drunk, their brains were not completely broken. After fighting for a long time, no one tried to use weapons. At most, they just swung around with table legs and plates, etc., and were hit. There are enemies as well as our own people. Anyway, it's a mess now and no one cares about who beat whom.

Flynn was still watching the battle nervously from the side, feeling lucky that the fight did not continue to escalate. He was also thinking about how to end it. One of the Zeon family's subordinates probably suffered more, and finally remembered that he was still carrying a weapon, and pulled out his weapon. With the sword on his waist, he will hunt down his enemies.

When he made a move, of course the others couldn't suffer this loss with their bare hands. They immediately remembered that they were also bringing someone with them, so they all pulled out their weapons. The group fight that was originally still a little bit of room suddenly escalated into a flash of swords and swords.In the blink of an eye, one guy got hit somewhere and fell to the ground.

There is no way, for these followers, nothing is as important as face.In the eyes of the world, they are people who are close to the noble masters of various families, and they represent the face of their respective masters. If they lose in a fight, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to their masters? If word spreads, they will not only be laughed at by others, but they will also not be able to think of themselves in the future. At first, even his master would dislike him.When a war breaks out in the future, others can follow their master to make great achievements, while he will only be left to eat ashes. No one wants to bring a loser to the battlefield who has lost every fight.Therefore, the head may be cut off or the blood may bleed, but the master's face must not be lost.The nobles are willing to draw their swords and fight to the death for the sake of face, and the subordinates are also willing to beat their heads to death for the sake of face.

This time it was really a complete mess.