Suddenly, a short figure stumbled out of the hall. She ran forward in a panic and repeatedly knocked away the Sheep Head Cult members in front of her. For a moment, the inn was filled with screams.
Just behind the little girl, seven or eight Sheep Head Cult members were roaring and chasing from behind. The short figure's steps were too small, and she was quickly blocked by one of the Sheep Head Cult members. A sneer came from under the hood.
"Damn little girl, let's see where you can run to!"
Brando couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this. He had already seen that under the short black robe was actually a little girl. His gaze passed through the crowd and vaguely saw a person lying motionless on a wooden table. There was a faint dark red color spreading under her body. He vaguely understood what had happened.
"Hey, that little girl is really ruthless." Delfien turned her head and apparently saw this scene.
Brando was silent and didn't make a rash conclusion. He only saw that the little girl's body trembled slightly after being stopped, then she looked around. Her thin figure showed a little helplessness. But this helplessness quickly turned into determination. She suddenly turned around and rushed in another direction. Under the crowd's encirclement, she climbed up a wooden table with her hands and feet.
She turned around and shouted. Then she pulled out a short sword from under the black robe. Her hands clenched the hilt of the sword. Her knuckles were faintly white because of excessive force. Her body was trembling because of fear, but she firmly pointed the tip of the sword at all the Sheep Head Cult members surrounding her.
The tip of the sword flickered with a cold light, forcing the sheep head disciples to fall off their horses. They hurriedly retreated, and soon made a circle of space around the table.
Brando heard clearly that the little girl's voice was crisp and pleasant. It was actually the tone of an elf, or at least a half-elf. However, although the voice sounded fierce, the slight trembling of the voice clearly showed the fear and nervousness in the heart of the owner.
"Do you want to help her?" Delfien looked back at him, her eyes moving, "Sir?"
Brando shook his head. Although the little girl looked isolated and helpless, her attire was not much different from the sheep heads around her. She was also wearing a black robe, and a large hood covered her face. Only her delicate chin was exposed, and her face was covered in dust and dirt.
She stubbornly stood on the wooden table and faced everyone. Under her thin and weak shoulders, her thin arms under the robe tightly grasped the dagger. The dagger seemed to have been taken from its original owner. Its shape did not match this little girl. In her hand, it looked like a long sword. She could only hold it tightly with both hands.
However, at this moment, the dagger's blade was dyed with a dark red color. Droplets of blood continuously flowed down from the edge of the dagger, passing through the little girl's fair hands before dripping down bit by bit.
"Damn it, she killed Buster!"
"This damned little bitch!"
The Sheep Head Cult members roared as if they were ready to attack at any time. Brando turned around at this time 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 spat and cursed. He originally saw someone making trouble in his inn. He rolled up his sleeves and took out a crossbow from under the counter, but when he heard Brando's question, he stopped, "That's Buster's slave. I warned him earlier. Damn it, he didn't listen to me at all!"
"What?"
The innkeeper hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to answer this question or not. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the movements of Brando's hands.
He saw Brando take out more than ten glittering black rose gold coins (Madara gold coins, minted 360-371) and line them up on the counter. The innkeeper seemed to have nails on his feet as he stopped abruptly. It was as if there was only this large amount of money left in his eyes. He even forgot to think about how these 'poor cult members' had so much money. He greedily licked his lips and replied,
"That little bitch is a living sacrifice brought by Buster. He said that she was a top-grade product caught in the swamp. She is a half-elf. However, I have never seen a half-elf with such sharp teeth and claws. Yesterday, when Mago wanted to touch her, half of his hand was almost bitten off by that little bitch … "
"To be honest, it's the first time I saw someone with such a tough bone, let alone a little girl. Buster and the others beat her half to death, but that little girl didn't even make a sound. I knew that little bitch was a dog that could bite people. Damn it, Buster didn't believe me at all. Now, he lost his life. "
Brando understood the ins and outs of the matter, and his eyes immediately turned cold.
Before the innkeeper could finish his words, he suddenly felt the temperature in his inn drop by several degrees. He shuddered and looked around strangely, thinking that he was hallucinating.
At this time, Flaming Blade Oderfeiss had already appeared in Brando's hand. But in the next moment, the long sword with dark golden cracks flickered and turned into flames that scattered in the air.
At this time, the Sheep-Head cult member finally made a move on the half-elf girl.
The little girl raised her head at this moment and clenched her teeth, revealing an exquisite face that shocked Brendel. He almost blurted out, "You're the one who saved me?"
"Metisha —?"
But at this moment, the face that was almost exactly the same as the little Silver Elf princess, but obviously smaller, was full of despair. The little girl raised the dagger with both hands, and her first reaction was to commit suicide. However, Brando didn't panic at all, because at the critical moment, a crimson flame suddenly flashed in the dark inn.
The flame swept across like a dragon, hitting all the Sheep-Head cult members one by one. They screamed as they flew out, then an angry roar sounded,
"Desert — Wind — Sword — Technique — Dragon — Flame!"
The crimson dragon with flames coiled around it let out a long roar and exploded in all directions. The inn was in a mess again and again. The sheep head disciples screamed again and again, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs being overturned, and the sound of wooden boards being broken could be heard.
The next moment, Huang Huo's figure had appeared in front of the little girl.
The little elf girl was obviously stunned by this scene and even forgot what she was doing. Her silver eyes reflected the golden-red light of the fire, and in this light, she saw a girl who was about the same height as her standing in front of her. Her back was facing her, and her clenched fists were burning with raging red flames. Under the light of the fire, her long black hair shone like a river of stars.
Huang Huo obviously just came down from the second floor. She didn't even have time to put on her hood. A beautiful and delicate face suddenly appeared. But she was frowning. Obviously, she was extremely angry about what happened just now. A group of cult members was so shameless to besiege a little girl. Such a scene almost made her attack immediately.
Huang Huo was the princess of the Jade Phoenix bloodline. Although she usually showed modesty and politeness, at this time, her majesty and momentum were natural. Not to mention the Sheep-Head cult members who were taught a lesson by her, even Brando was a little shocked. He thought that she was indeed the princess of the royal family. With this momentum alone, her future achievements were limitless.
For a time, the only people who could still move in 'Tocan's Boots' were Brando and the others. The only one left was the swearing innkeeper. When Huang Huo attacked, the guy's eyes almost popped out. Seeing that his inn had suffered such a serious loss, the innkeeper was furious. He immediately raised his crossbow.
But just as he had time to make a move, he felt a chill on his neck. A three-foot-long sword had been placed on his neck. He suddenly shuddered. When he turned his head, he found that the guy in front of him, who had not spoken, had a sharp sword in his hand. And this sharp sword was now in some kind of intimate contact with his neck.
The innkeeper shuddered, and his mind suddenly became clear. Only then did he remember that the three people in front of him seemed to have come to his inn with the little girl who attacked later. After understanding this, the innkeeper could only admit that he was unlucky and obediently threw the crossbow in his hand to the ground.
"Outsiders!"
"They are not our people!"
There was a scream in the inn immediately. Obviously, the Sheep-Head cult members were not fools. Soon, they realized that there was a problem with the identity of Brando and the others.
Immediately, some people pulled out their weapons and rushed over here. Some people were still summoning demons. The inn was suddenly in a mess. For these people, Brando would not be soft-hearted. He took them down with a snap of his fingers.
But even so, there were still a few fish that escaped the net. They reacted quickly and rushed out of the inn. Especially a few who were originally at the door of the inn, Brando could not stop them in time.
These people either fled or went out to call for help. In short, they were troublesome. Facing such a situation, Brando was also very helpless. He originally wanted to save the little half-elf loli who looked like Metisha in a low-key manner. But with Huang Huo's attack, they had no choice but to be high-profile.
But fortunately, he shrugged. So be it if they were high-profile. Anyway, almost all the information he wanted had been obtained. He did not care about fighting here. With his strength, not to mention a mere Maltaha, even in the entire Taqik region, there might not be anyone who could stop him.
Besides, even if Huang Huo was not so high-profile when she attacked, he still had Mr. Liu who was eager to protect his master. The unlucky innkeeper actually dared to sneak attack Huang Huo. Presumably, Mr. Liu had tried his best to restrain himself. Otherwise, that sword would have directly opened a bloody wound on the innkeeper's neck.
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