Chapter 26 Fight

In today's northern region, the forces of the Imperial Army and the Rebel Army can be said to be intertwined, and small-scale battles break out every day.

There are nine major towns in the north.

The Imperial Army was well-equipped and well-trained, occupying large cities such as Northshire and Walteron. North County is the capital of the Northern Territory, and Walteron is an important port connecting the Northern Territory and the Empire. Occupying these two places, the Imperial Army has a righteous reputation and a steady stream of reinforcements.

The Rebels aren't vegetarians either. The supreme leader of the rebel army, Ursoc, is himself the lord of Point Helm City. Based in Point Helm, the Resistance has extensive support in the North.

As for the other neutral territories in the north, the lords have not been willing to see the empire resume its rule over the north since they had tasted the sweetness of not having to pay taxes to the great lord of North County, and began to secretly help the rebels.

Of course, in order to avoid becoming the main target of the imperial army, the lords still displayed a neutral attitude.

Within each territory, the debate between the Imperial Army and the Resistance Army has never subsided.

Some people think that the empire is too cowardly in the face of the high elves, and that such a corrupt regime must be overthrown if it wants to relinquish the interests of the northern border for peace. As long as Ursoc becomes the new Great Lord of the North, he will be able to protect the North.

Others believed that the imperial peace was just an expedient measure. After taking a sigh of relief, they would naturally launch a counterattack against the high elves and drive the group of pointed ears back to the Seymour Islands. The civil war initiated by the Ursoc rebels was tantamount to draining the vitality of the empire, but instead gave the high elves an opportunity.

After playing for a while, the bard put down his clarinet and played the accordion.

The bard was clearly leaning towards the Imperial Army, and he sang "Usoc the Kingslayer".

"..."

"Destroy the rebels to find themselves, rebuild their homes with blood and armor;"

"Kick over Ursoc, Kingslayer; your death is worse than a dog!"

"..."

Bai Xiaowen glanced at the tavern, and everyone's expressions and reactions were in full view.

After drinking the last sip of wine, Bai Xiaowen stood up abruptly and kicked away the stool.

"Shut up, stop your slander, imperial dog!"

That's right, Bai Xiaowen's target is the bard who plays the accordion.

The singing stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two facing each other.

The bard was tall and thin, and stared at Bai Xiaowen with light blue eyes: "What do you want to do? It's my freedom to sing any song, and I don't need the interference of a poor ghost like you who can't even pay for drinks."

"With your sandy voice, I don't care what you sing. However, you have insulted our great leader of the Vikings!" Bai Xiaowen took two steps forward and walked to the bard to look at him, "More Let me hear an insult to Ursoc out of your mouth and I'll punch your shit out."

The drinkers around were whistling. Sitting at the corner table, the two big men who had been drinking with their heads down, also stopped their wine glasses and turned their heads.

The bard's face flushed.

"You're humiliating me, I'm going to duel with you!"

Bai Xiaowen rolled up his sleeves without hesitation: "Come!"

Both drew their daggers.

"Hey, relax bro," old Hunter called, beckoning. "Vikings don't point weapons at their fellow men. You should settle your quarrel in a different way, without weapons or magic, and see whose fists How sturdier?"

The bard retracted the dagger, snorted and said, "I don't think this rude fellow is my countryman, but for the sake of old Hunter, I agree to use my fist to teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, the bard threw out a purse, and the coins in it jingled.

"This purse bet I can beat you to the ground, poor bastard!"

Bai Xiaowen put the fang dagger on the counter with his backhand, and responded unceremoniously: "Win me,

It's yours. "

The fang dagger, an elite weapon, reflected a chill in the firelight of the fireplace. The eyes of the people who knew the goods all lit up and gave low exclamations.

A trace of greed flashed in the bard's eyes, and he rushed forward with a loud roar, punching tentatively at Bai Xiaowen's chest.

Bai Xiaowen didn't dodge and rushed forward quickly, instead he used his chest to grab the opponent's fist! There was a muffled sound of tom, and Bai Xiaowen's body shook, but his hands also hugged the bard around the waist.

tread, tread, tread...

Bai Xiaowen exerted force under his feet, like an angry bull, and pushed the bard to the corner of the house step by step, knocking over many tables, chairs, cups and plates along the way.

After pushing the bard to the corner, the opponent has no room to maneuver and dodge, and can only exchange injuries for injuries!

Bai Xiaowen hit the bard three punches, and counting the first punch, his health has been deducted by 14 points, and it has fallen to a very dangerous value. However, Bai Xiaowen's heavy punches were mercilessly thrown out one after another.

The first one who couldn't hold on was the bard. Holding his head, he was lying in the corner like a dead dog, without 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 on the corner of his mouth. With 20 health points, more than half of it was knocked out, leaving only 6 points.

He glanced at the bard, summed up the experience of this battle secretly, and thought to himself:

"Hmph, demo, although your agility is as high as 8 points, your strength is only 3 points, and your physique is only 2 points like mine! The moment you get close to me, you have already lost!"

Once the agile expert is approached and blocked in a small corner, it is equivalent to a small half of the waste. Bai Xiaowen killed the elite zombie rat Heifang before, but this time he defeated the bard, all of which were well executed tactics.

With the smile of a winner, Bai Xiaowen walked back to the counter with cheers, picked up the bard's purse, and poured out a pile of copper coins with a clatter, mixed with a few shiny silver coins.

"Invite all the Viking brothers in the tavern to have a drink and put it on my account," Bai Xiaowen smiled at Old Hunter. "If there is any leftover, it will be used as compensation for knocking over the tables and chairs."

"Whoohoo!"

The atmosphere in the tavern was even more enthusiastic. A group of Viking men lifted up the tables and chairs, laughed and raised their wine glasses to Bai Xiaowen. The hapless bard huddled in the corner and was ignored.

Old Hunter smiled and said, "What a bold young man, do you treat all the money you won?"

"Vikings don't distinguish each other. I came here all the way from the warm Walteron, and I don't have a copper plate on my body. Without the warm and hospitable Viking brothers, I can't get to Elu City at all." Bai Xiaowen said.

The Viking drinkers listened in awe, and gave Bai Xiaowen a big "Lengtouqing" label in their hearts.

The two big men in the corner looked at each other.

"Hey, brother, would you like to have a drink together?" One of the men wearing fine-grained chain armor and carrying a big sword sent an invitation to Bai Xiaowen.