In the Northern Region, the Imperial Army and the rebels were at odds with each other. Small-scale battles broke out every day.
There were nine major cities in the Northern Region.
The Imperial Army was well-equipped and well-trained. They occupied Northshire, Waltron, and other major cities. Northshire was the capital of the Northern Region, and Waltron was an important port that connected the Northern Region and the Empire. By occupying these two places, the Imperial Army had a righteous reason and a steady stream of reinforcements.
The rebels were not to be trifled with. The highest leader of the rebels, Usok, was the Lord of Pointy Helmet City. With Pointy Helmet City as their base, the rebels had extensive support in the Northern Region.
As for the other neutral territories in the Northern Region, ever since the Lords tasted the sweetness of not having to pay taxes to the Lord of Northshire, they did not want to see the Empire regain control of the Northern Region. They began to secretly help the rebels.
Of course, to avoid becoming the main target of the Imperial Army, the Lords still maintained a neutral stance on the surface.
Within each territory, the debate about the Imperial Army and the rebels had never subsided.
Some people thought that the Empire was too cowardly in front of the High Elves and wanted to give up the interests of the Northern Region for peace. Such a rotten regime must be overthrown. As long as Usok became the new Lord of the Northern Region, they would definitely protect the Northern Region.
Others thought that the Empire's peace was just a temporary measure. After they took a breath, they would naturally launch a counterattack against the High Elves and chase the pointy-eared people back to the Semu Islands. The civil war started by the Usok rebels was equivalent to exhausting the Empire's strength and giving the High Elves an opportunity to take advantage of.
After the minstrel played a part, he put down the flute and played the accordion.
It was obvious that the minstrel leaned towards the Imperial Army. The song he sang was "Kingslayer Usok."
"…"
"Expel the rebels, find yourself, rebuild your home with blood and armor;"
"Kick over Usok, kingslayer; your death is worse than a dog's!"
"…"
Bai Xiaowen's gaze swept across the tavern. Everyone's expressions and reactions were clearly visible to him.
After finishing the last sip of wine, Bai Xiaowen suddenly stood up and kicked the stool away.
"Shut up! Stop your slander, dog of the Empire!"
That's right. Bai Xiaowen's target was the bard who played the accordion.
The song stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two people who were confronting each other.
The bard was tall and thin. His light blue eyes stared at Bai Xiaowen. "What do you want? It's my freedom to sing whatever song I want. I don't need the interference of a pauper like you who can't even afford the wine. "
"With that voice of yours, I don't care what you sing. However, you have insulted the great leader of the Vikings! " Bai Xiaowen took two steps forward and stared at the bard. "If you let me hear one more insult about the Usok from your mouth, I'll beat the shit out of you."
The surrounding drinkers whistled one after another. The two burly men who had been drinking silently at the table in the corner also stopped drinking and turned around.
The minstrel's face reddened.
"You're humiliating me! I want to fight you!"
Bai Xiaowen didn't hesitate to roll up his sleeves. "Come on!"
Both of them pulled out their daggers.
"Hey, hey, relax, brother." Old Hunter waved his hand. "The Vikings won't point their weapons at their own people. You should use another method to settle this dispute. Let's not use weapons or magic. Let's see whose fist is stronger. "
The bard withdrew his dagger and snorted. "I don't think this rude guy is my compatriot. However, for Old Hunter's sake, I agree to use my fists to teach him a lesson."
As he spoke, the bard threw out a money pouch. The coins inside jingled.
"I bet this money pouch that I can beat you, pauper!"
Bai Xiaowen put the fanged dagger on the counter and replied without hesitation, "Beat me and it's yours."
The elite weapon, the fanged dagger, reflected the cold light of the fireplace. The eyes of the people around them lit up and they let out a low gasp of surprise.
A trace of greed flashed in the bard's eyes. With a roar, he pounced forward and tried to punch Bai Xiaowen in the chest.
Bai Xiaowen didn't dodge and quickly rushed forward. Instead, he used his chest to take the opponent's fist! With a muffled thud, Bai Xiaowen's body swayed. However, his hands still hugged the bard's waist.
Thud, thud, thud …
Bai Xiaowen exerted strength in his legs. Like an angry bull, he pushed the bard to the corner of the room step by step. Along the way, he knocked over countless tables, chairs, cups, and plates.
After pushing the bard to the corner, the other party had no room to move or dodge. He could only exchange blows!
Bai Xiaowen took three punches from the bard. Including the first punch, his HP had dropped to a dangerously low value. Despite that, Bai Xiaowen's heavy punches were merciless as well.
The bard was the first to collapse. He held his head and lay in the corner like a dead dog. He didn't have the strength to get up.
Bai Xiaowen exhaled. He was also a little embarrassed. His face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. More than half of his 20 HP was gone. He only had 6 HP left.
He glanced at the bard and secretly summed up the experience of this battle. He thought to himself, "Hmph!
Although your Dexterity is as high as 8, your Strength is only 3, and your Constitution is the same as mine, which is only 2! You've already lost the moment I got close to you! "
Once an Dexterity specialist was closed in and trapped in a small corner, it was equivalent to half of his strength being wasted. Bai Xiaowen had killed the elite zombie rat Blacktooth before and defeated the bard this time because of his well-executed tactics.
With a victorious smile, Bai Xiaowen walked back to the counter amidst the cheers. He picked up the bard's money pouch and poured out a pile of copper coins with a few shiny silver coins.
"I'll treat all the Viking brothers in the tavern to a drink. Put it on my tab." Bai Xiaowen smiled at Old Hunter. "If there's any left, it'll be the compensation for the table and chair."
"Whoa!"
The atmosphere in the tavern was even more lively. A group of Viking men lifted up the tables and chairs, laughing as they raised their cups to Bai Xiaowen. The unlucky wandering poet was huddled in a corner, ignored by everyone.
Old Hunter smiled. "What a forthright young man. Are you treating us with all the money you've won?"
"The Vikings don't differentiate between each other. I came all the way here from the warm Waldron without a single copper coin on me. If it weren't for the hospitality of the Viking brothers, I wouldn't have been able to reach the city of Elu. "Bai Xiaowen said.
The Viking customers were filled with respect when they heard this. They inwardly labeled Bai Xiaowen as a hothead.
The two men in the corner looked at each other.
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