Lin Li's regret was reasonable. The strength of a level-three or level-four warrior was really too weak. The low-level adventurer had just finished speaking when he was kicked in the stomach, and the machete in his hand was kicked away. Two bandits pounced on him like wolves and tigers and gave him a good beating, knocking out a few of his teeth on the spot.
"Now, who else has any objections?" The burly scar-faced man picked up the machete from the ground and looked around at the crowd with a grim smile.
There was complete silence in the corridor.
"Very well, it seems that everyone has no objections …" The burly scar-faced man laughed proudly. "Brothers, collect the money!"
More than a dozen ferocious bandits scattered and began to collect the goods piled up at the door one by one.
Under the threat of death, the merchants chose to yield. They knelt at the door with their hands on their heads, and in front of them was all the income from this business. Shiny gold coins and shiny jewelry were all over the door. Most of the adventurers were more strong-willed. After all, they were people who had seen blood. Although most of them had handed over their belongings, at least three or four of them did not kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads.
"It seems that there are still people who don't want to cooperate." There was some dissatisfaction in the burly scar-faced man's tone. He held the machete in one hand and walked toward the adventurers step by step.
"You can't do this. I'm a Felan aristocrat. You can't do this to me!"
At this time, there was some dispute among the merchants.
A middle-aged man with a big belly was tearing with several bandits. Lin Li listened carefully and realized that the dispute was over a gold tooth. After the bandits collected the goods, they took a fancy to the gold tooth in the middle-aged man's mouth and insisted that he pull it out. The middle-aged man resisted desperately while crying that he was a Felan aristocrat.
Not to mention the burly scar-faced man, even Lin Li did not believe this.
If he was really a Felan aristocrat, how could he get to the point of staying in Blackhills Town?
This was simply a farce.
However, the arm could not twist the thigh. Under the joint efforts of the four bandits, the gold tooth was finally pulled out. The middle-aged man screamed in pain. Blood and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and it looked extremely bloody.
"You don't even have anything valuable?" The coquettish maid trembled in fear at the bloody scene. She quickly took out a few gold coins from her bra and placed them at the door. But when she looked up, she found that the two people beside her didn't move at all.
Lin Li scratched his head, not knowing how to answer the question.
Fortunately, at this time, a member of the Bloodwolves Thieves came over to help him out.
"I told you to kneel on the ground and put your hands on your head. Did you not hear me?" That person came over to take a look and saw that there were only a few gold coins at the door. He was about to fly into a rage, but when he saw that two of the three people didn't kneel down, he immediately slapped them.
"Ah!" Then there was a scream that almost half of the Sylvan Inn heard. The unlucky guy was desperately clutching his wrist, rolling on the ground in pain. "My hand … My hand …"
"Ah!" There was another scream after the scream, but it was from the coquettish maid. The bloody palm on the floor scared her out of her wits.
After cutting off the fool who wanted to slap himself with a wind blade, Lin Li announced with a smile on his face, "Okay, now I announce that the robbery is over. Leave the things you just stole, and you can go."
"You are … a mage?" The strong scar-faced man asked with some doubt and uncertainty.
Lin Li froze for a moment before remembering that when he got up to open the door for the coquettish maid, he seemed to have forgotten to put on the Robe of Wrath … With the strength of this strong level-eight man, it was not surprising that he couldn't see his profession.
"Mr. Mage, my subordinate offended you, and you've already crippled one of his hands, so we're even. As for other things, you seem to be meddling too much, don't you?" There was a faint ominous glint in the pair of triangular eyes of the scar-faced man.
"I repeat, leave the things, and you can go." As a Magic Shooter at the peak of level-twelve, people below level-ten were like ants in Lin Li's eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he had other ideas in his heart, they would have all been killed when they asked Lin Li to kneel …
"Go!" The biggest characteristic of ants was that they didn't know themselves. In front of a mage of unknown strength, the strong scar-faced man did not choose to retreat, but chose to fight to the death. This was probably the so-called people die for wealth, and birds die for food. The money on the ground was too tempting.
At the command of the strong scar-faced man, more than a dozen Bloodwolves Bandits gave up the target of robbery, picked up their weapons, and pounced on Lin Li.
"I'll leave it to you, Sean." But Lin Li did not release any magic. He just handed two bottles of potion to the honest young man and told him, "Drink the yellow bottle first, and then drink the red one a minute later."
Then, the guy completely entered the mode of watching the show.
"Ah?" Before Sean could understand what was going on, more than a dozen strong men had already pounced on him. In a hurry, Sean could only hold his sword tightly in both hands and meet them with a horizontal sweep.
"Clang! Clang! Clang … "
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing was incessant. Sean's monstrous strength was so terrifying that it was almost like a magical beast's. In an instant, the bandits, who were also level-five warriors like him, collapsed almost at the first touch. At that moment, it felt as if they had hit an iron plate. Before the bandits could react, they had already been smashed heavily on the wall …
After forcing everyone to retreat with a sweep, Sean opened the bottle of yellow potion and gulped it down with a "gulp, gulp" sound.
As soon as the yellow potion was drunk, Sean felt a warm current growing in his body. As the warm current flowed quickly, his skin suddenly became rough and hard. When he touched it with his hand, it felt like a piece of rock …
"Sean, fight well."
"Yes! Mr Felic! "
Although Sean was a little stupid, the changes in his body were so obvious. How could he not notice that the bottle of potion he had drunk earlier was definitely not simple? Mr Felic was a famous potion master in Jarrosus!
With the protection of that layer of rock-like skin, Sean, who had monstrous strength, was even more heroic.
In the face of an enemy ten times his own, Sean did not advance but retreated. He raised the double-handed sword in his hand high, and pounced on them like a tiger in a flock of sheep. In an instant, there was a splash of blood.
For the people of the Blood Wolves Bandits, this was simply a naked massacre. The double-handed sword that was half the height of a person looked scary enough. If one was hit by the sword, one would be smashed to death even if he was not slashed to death. On the other hand, this monster's skin was as hard as the scales of a magical beast. No matter what weapon was used to cut it, only a clanking sound could be heard. It could not hurt a single hair on him at all.
Coupled with his terrifying strength, none of the dozen people of the Blood Wolves Bandits could fight against him. Whenever their weapons collided, the Blood Wolves Bandits would definitely be sent flying.
"…" In the blink of an eye, several of his men had died. The strong scar-faced man simply wanted to vomit blood.
Before deciding to loot the Sylvan Inn, he had already investigated very clearly. Among the people staying tonight, there was absolutely no one above level-eight. He could not understand how such a monster suddenly appeared.
Look at that terrifying strength, and then look at that frighteningly heavy double-handed sword. The seemingly disorderly slash was actually so terrifying and sharp. His men had worked hard to bring them up. If they were allowed to die like this, there would be no one left in the Blood Wolves Bandits …
"I'll do it!" The strong scar-faced man yelled, raised the machete in his hand, and pounced over.
The level-eight warrior did have some ability. Although his strength was still not comparable to Sean's, his skillful martial arts and rich combat experience were far beyond Sean's. The machete was like a poisonous snake, and every slash was aimed at Sean's eyes. No matter how strong the protection brought by the potion was, it could not protect the exposed eyes. So, Sean had to retreat again and again.
In the blink of an eye, the offense and defense were reversed. Sean barely managed to parry the attack of the machete, but his feet kept retreating.
"Drink the other bottle!"
"Oh …" Sean slashed again with great force, and barely smashed the strong scar-faced man away. After that, he could not care about pursuing the victory. He opened the bottle of red potion with one hand, and gulped it down with a "gulp, gulp" sound.
The previous yellow potion brought a sense of warmth, but what this bottle of red potion brought was a fiery stimulation. Sean seemed to smell a strong smell of blood. In an instant, he only felt a rush of blood to his head. His eyes were swollen and painful, and even the scenery became blurred …
And all of this brought about an unprecedented power.
At that moment, Sean only felt that his whole body was full of explosive power. Every step he took forward seemed to hear the sound of the floor shattering. The heavy double-handed sword was held tightly in his hand, but it was as light as a feather. The unparalleled power filled his body as if it was about to burst him.
"Roar!"
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