Broad World

Twenty minutes later, a group of hungry adventurers arrived at the entrance of the Copper Crown Hotel in the slum area before midnight. Smelling the aroma of food wafting from inside, Korgan took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression on his face. He swallowed twice and said to Henry: "I bet we must have missed dinner time."

"That's right, it's estimated that it will be midnight in about two hours. If we move fast enough, we can catch up with the time for supper." Henry said jokingly. He remembered very clearly that everyone had their last meal at around two o'clock in the afternoon. It has been eight hours now, and they have also experienced several fierce battles. I am afraid that their stomachs are already empty.

"Damn it! I think it's better to move faster, or I won't be able to resist eating all these offal after a while." After speaking, Kogan shook his head helplessly, picked up the water bottle and took a few sips of cold water, trying to calm his rebellious appetite. Obviously, doing so is futile and serves no purpose other than making yourself feel hungrier.

The dwarf drank the entire jug of water, then threw the jug on the ground and cursed under his breath, "Oh... I feel like I'm going to be a bucket. Come on, guys, let these bastards know how much trouble they have caused."

"Hey, Korgan. Are you... sure you don't need to... make it easy before you start? You have already asked Henry to fill the kettle twice with the water making technique, and they have all been drunk." Feder asked curiously, staring at the dwarf's stomach.

"Manage your damn curiosity! Little girl! Come on, holding back my urine can make me more excited in battle, just like a man and a woman lose control when they have some deep communication." After finishing speaking, Korgan made a rude gesture. You could tell he was getting a little annoyed again.

Feder is clearly not a vegetarian either. Immediately retorted: "Okay. Grasp your critical point and don't accidentally wet your pants when you are too excited."

"Bastard! That's why I don't like pointy-eared guys. They're always so talkative." The dwarf underestimated in a low voice, then lowered his head and began to climb the stairs.

It has to be said that these things nailed with cheap rotten wood boards cannot be called stairs at all, and there will be faults or stepping on every three or five steps on average. Henry stepped into the air just now, and if Viconia hadn't pulled it at a critical moment, he would have almost fallen from a height of three meters.

He rubbed his arm and complained in a low voice: "I hope the wooden boards on the roof are strong enough, otherwise a slightly more powerful spell might collapse."

"Don't use those dangerous spells! I'll be able to chop them all into pigs' heads by myself in a while. These brats are easy to deal with. As long as one or two are killed or injured, the others will immediately kneel on the ground and cry for mother." After speaking, Korgan broke his mouth and laughed.

Henry nodded slightly. "Okay. Remember to keep one alive, I need him to replace the mummy."

The Copper Crown Hotel with only two floors is not considered high, only a little over ten meters, and the group climbed all the stairs in less than half a minute. As the dwarf expected, the four guys were sitting on the roof drinking wine and laughing loudly. They were all young, none of them looked over thirty.

When Korgan saw these guys, he immediately pulled out his ax and shouted at one of them, "Hey! Shagberg, you haven't changed at all. You're still the same shit-eating dog."

Seeing a stranger appear, the four of them immediately dropped the wine glasses in their hands. They drew out their weapons and stared at the stairs vigilantly. After they recognized Korgan, the man named Shagberg opened his mouth and said mockingly: "Ha! Who do you think? I was telling Mad Face and Scruus about the dwarves with big asses. You appeared immediately. You know, it's boring to have no dwarves to play with during carnivals. Are you specially prepared to make up for this shortcoming?"

"Shagberg, it seems that your bones are itching again. Come, let me treat you well." Korgan threatened, waving his axe.

"Something like you can't scare me! Smelly short legs, get out and eat shit, we still have a comfortable life to live." Shagberg was obviously a little afraid of dwarves, and he took two steps back before retorting.

The dwarf stretched his muscles with a sneer and asked, "Short legs? Soon I will make you suddenly shorter. A bastard like you doesn't need legs."

"Just like last time? Maybe your new companions don't know what you, a stone dwarf, have done! While I was out, I killed three of my own people at once! Just because of a few quarrels, I feel like a lunatic."

Shagberg noticed that Korgan was showing signs of doing something, and immediately yelled at several other people, trying to create some distrust. But his provocation was useless, because everyone knew that this bloodthirsty and brutal dwarf completely obeyed Henry's orders, and there was no possibility of betrayal, at least not now.

"Hahahahaha! You're still just as smart as you are, but this time it won't work. Draw your sword! I'm going to kill you all in two minutes, and then piss on the corpse. Oh, right. If any of you believe in God... you'd better pray quickly, and you will have a good place in the Kingdom of God after you die."

After finishing speaking, Korgan went straight to Shagberg with an ax in hand, apparently planning to settle the old scores first. A tall and strong guy rushed up with a shield and sword in his hand, and seemed to be planning to use his physical advantage to knock the dwarf into the air. His speed was fast and urgent, and he kept his shield in front of him just as he was about to hit it.

"Haha! What a naive idiot!" Korgan laughed and cursed, then swung the "Frost Reaver" and slashed down fiercely. This sharp magic battle ax easily cut through the shield made of wood, and even the person behind it was divided into two sections. Intestines, viscera, spine, and a large amount of blood flowed all over the floor, followed by the guy who fell on the ground and was not completely dead, crying for his father and mother.

The bloody scene frightened the remaining three guys, and Shagberg even shouted at the accomplices around him: "If you don't want to die, quickly bless your magic! He's coming soon!"

The pastor was obviously a rookie who had never experienced fierce battles. He couldn't concentrate on praying at all, and even his voice trembled a little. Korgan sneered, grabbed the flying ax and threw it vigorously, only to see a flash of cold light in the dark night, the priest let out a scream and fell to the ground dead. A throwing ax was embedded in his skull, and half of his head had been split open.

"Shagberg, you'd better kneel down and lick your boots, maybe I'll spare your life when I'm happy." The dwarf approached slowly as he spoke. It can be seen that he is now enjoying the feeling of slowly playing with the enemy.

"I...if I do this...will you really let us go?" Shagberg asked tremblingly.

Korgan kicked fiercely on the half of the man who was still struggling on the ground, with a ferocious expression on his face. "Yes, I always mean what I say, but you have to return the valuable book first. And... only one of you can survive."

Shagberg was not stupid, and he understood the meaning of the words immediately. He immediately cautiously kept a safe distance from his companions and began to bargain: "Damn it! You want us to kill each other! The Book of Kasa can be returned to you, but we must both survive."

"Little brat, don't talk so much nonsense. The one just now is the final condition, accept it or not is up to you. But my time is limited, so if there is no reply after five counts, I don't mind killing both of you. Five...four..." Korgan started counting down.

Under the tremendous pressure, the eyes of the remaining two were flickering, and at the moment when they were about to count to one, they stabbed at each other in unison, but unfortunately, neither of them succeeded.

Shagberg yelled at his companions: "Hey! What are you doing, crazy face? Can't you see that this is sowing discord?"

"Haha! I'll do whatever you're doing. Don't talk nonsense, we all know that only one can leave alive today." After speaking, the man called Crazy Face slammed a sword.

Seeing the two fighting back and forth, Viconia had a sardonic smile on her face. She curled her lips and asked, "Is this the friendship that people on the surface tout all day long? I don't think it's very strong."

Henry has long been used to the Queen of Poison Tongue comparing the inferiority of human beings from time to time. He smiled slightly, pointed at the two guys who were desperately fighting and said: "They are not friends at all, they can only be regarded as accomplices at best. Don't underestimate the power of friendship. Your well-known compatriot Drizzt Durden on the surface can best illustrate this point. You must know that without any spellcasters, they entered the bottomless abyss and even rescued the soul of their friend."

"Hmph! That guy has insulted his own race!" Viconia replied disdainfully.

"Maybe you can try to change it. After all, doing good on the surface is more popular than doing evil, and the benefits you get will not be less."

As soon as Henry seized the opportunity, he instilled his own ideas of good and evil in the other party. It has to be said that his ideas are quite dangerous. If they are widely spread, there will likely be a group of bandits on the Faerun road who will loot their colleagues everywhere under the banner of justice. Once these people's power is too large, it may have a huge impact on the entire dividing line between good and evil.

Viconia nodded thoughtfully and replied: "Maybe what you said makes sense, I will think about it carefully."

Just as they were talking, the killing of each other among the accomplices was also decided. Schagerberg was a master at the end of the day. He cleverly used the shield to push Madface into a corner, and then pierced the heart with a sword. The guy shamelessly crawled in front of Korgan after killing someone, and started licking his dirty boots.

"Hahahahaha! Very good! Now hand over the book of Kasa, and I can bypass your life." Korgan said with a manic smile. He is very happy now, nothing makes him happier than seeing his enemy kneel at his feet begging for mercy.

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Bow down and thank book friend Yin Yang Tong for the monthly ticket. (to be continued..)