League of Legends: Queen Ashe, please help

After everyone placed their bets, the two of them chose the bloodiest fight in the fighting field. Looking at the overwhelming shouts around him, Ling Feng couldn't help but shake his head. As a person who has received a normal education, Ling Feng actually They were disgusted with this kind of beast-like game, but Harris and Balk watched it with passion.

Ling Feng whispered to Harris to meet outside the door later, then withdrew and found a tavern to sit at the opposite door. This tavern was much more elegantly decorated than Ling Feng's tavern, and of course the cost was also the same. It was not cheap, because most people went to the fighting arena opposite, so the business in the tavern was very deserted.

"Young man... do you want a drink?" A fat man with a beard replied lazily behind the counter.

"Let's have a glass of fruit wine..." Ling Feng said.

Ling Feng was sitting near the window with a glass of wine in his hands, looking at the heavy snowfall outside in boredom. When Ling Feng was about to finish his glass of fruit wine, a man with a terrifying scar on his face came in. The man was carrying a knife on his back. He wielded a huge machete and wore only a simple animal skin on his upper body under heavy snow.

Holding a black box in his hand, Scar Man ordered a glass of strong wine after entering the door. He sat down not far from Ling Feng and put the black box on the table. Ling Feng suddenly felt that there was a strong smell in the black box. Pure magic flows.

Although Ling Feng is not proficient in magic manipulation, after all, he is a magician, and his perception of magic is stronger than ordinary people. Seeing Ling Feng turn his eyes to the black box, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. Ling Feng saw After that, he immediately looked away. Seeing that Ling Feng had restrained himself, the murderous intent in the scarred man's eyes slowly faded away.

The snowflakes were falling more and more densely. The scarred man drank three glasses of strong wine, and then walked out of the tavern. There were two middle-aged men wearing robes on the street. Their faces were exactly the same, and even the distance between their legs was different. It's the same. When they saw the scarred man, they stopped at the same time.

The scarred man also saw the two people, his expression changed, and then quickly left towards the south. After the scarred man left, many beggars and passers-by on both sides of the road also followed and left southward. The two men in robes looked at Ling Feng glanced at it, and Ling Feng suddenly felt that the magical spiritual path on his back was like water pouring into a frying pan, and it immediately began to boil.

Ling Feng suddenly felt cold sweat breaking out. Just when Ling Feng was at a loss, he suddenly felt the pendant around his neck exude a chill. The magic in the magic path immediately subsided docilely. The two men in robes looked at him in confusion. Move away from Ling Feng and go straight in the direction of the scarred man.

When the two mages disappeared, Ling Feng's tense body slumped on the chair, and then his entire back was wet with sweat. Ling Feng subconsciously touched the hexagonal pendant inside his neck and let out a long breath. , if the pendant hadn't calmed down the magic of his magical spiritual path, I'm afraid the biggest secret in his body would have been seen by those two mages.

When Balk and Harris came out, Ling Feng also just walked out of the tavern. Seeing the two of them still looking unfinished, Ling Feng said to them, "How was it?"

After Balk saw Ling Feng, he was like a child showing a new toy to his companions, and kept talking. Ling Feng did not stop him, because Ling Feng's mind was filled with the black box brought by the scarred man, that kind of purity The magic is something Ling Feng has never seen before.

When the three of them returned to the tavern, they suddenly found that there were no customers in the huge tavern. A girl came over and said anxiously: "Master Patriarch, you are back. Someone is coming to cause trouble!"

When Balk heard this, his eyes turned red. He pulled out a blade from his back and walked inside. There were two distinct groups of people standing in the hall. Serena sat elegantly on a chair and drank fruit wine. It was obvious that Serena was squinting. He was squinting his eyes with dark circles, obviously not resting well. All the tribesmen stood behind Selina with weapons in hand, their faces full of anger. The leader of the other group was the man whose wrist was broken by Ling Feng when Ling Feng and his party entered the city. Although the man only brought five people with him, they were all strong and strong, and they did not put these young men at all. Take it seriously.

Seeing Balk and the others coming back, Serena yawned and said, "You brats are finally back. You handle this matter. I went up to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Balk also said angrily to the man: "Your name is Yamos, right?"

The man named Yamos ignored Balk and stared at Ling Feng. He pointed at the arm fixed on his chest and said, "Boy, if you break one of my arms, I will kill you."

Ling Feng said with a smile: "Now that you have entered this door, you will definitely not break one arm when you go back, and the other one will be broken as well."

"Hahaha..." Yamos said to Balk as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You guys with no hair on your head deserve to own this tavern, tell the truth. You guys! Your tavern has been spotted by our clan leader. You will let it out in three days and have all of your legs broken."

"As for him..." Yamos pointed at Ling Feng and said, "If he offends our Nikaro tribe, he must die!

Balk walked towards Yamos with a smile, and slashed Yamos with the blade in his hand without any warning. Yamos didn't react at all. The other intact arm was chopped off by Balkqi, and the blood was directly on it. Splattered all over the ground, "Ah..." Yamos's cry was particularly miserable.

Everyone was stunned by Balke's actions, including Ling Feng. They watched Yamos rolling on the ground. The five burly men behind him all pulled out their weapons. At this time, Balke raised his hand. The blade was still dripping with blood and he said, "Whoever dares to touch the knife today will be spared!"

Maybe it was because there were few people, or maybe Balk's momentum was too strong, and he deeply suppressed the five burly men brought by Yamos. Balk went on to say: "Go back and tell your clan leader that if he feels If he can defeat our Ataro tribe and seize this tavern, let him give it a try."

Balk slapped Yamos's face with the blade and said, "Stay far away from us in the future, otherwise your neck will be cut off next time. Go away!"

The five people carried Yamos on their backs, then picked up the broken arm and left directly. Balk spat at the backs of several people and said, "If they dare to come here again, just pick up the knife and fuck them for me!"

"Yes..." Everyone shouted in unison, and Balk's prestige was gradually established in their hearts.

Ling Feng said with a smile: "It will be another tough battle tonight. It is estimated that the Nikaro tribe will retaliate, most likely tonight."

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he glanced at Harris. Harris sighed and led a group of people out very sensibly. In the early hours of the morning, a tribesman came back to report that twelve people from the Nicarro tribe came out, holding in their hands Grab your weapon and head straight here.