Different World Online

With a helpless sigh, Steve released the illusion and slowly retreated towards the team.

On the other side, the triangle formation of Schudeman's team was like an old dog;

If the Zerg swarm is a continuous wave of ocean waves, then the Shudeman team is an extremely stubborn reef that remains unshakable despite being hit by the waves.

Shudeman and Yang on the periphery held a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other, and they could advance and retreat in moderation while striking head-on at the invading insects;

But Thorin at the front of the team has a completely different style.

He pretended to swing the long-handled double-edged axe like a madman, and yelled:

“I, Thorin, am the best pedicurist in the land!

Now it's your turn to look up to me, you damned scum!"

While roaring, he also cut off the limbs of various insects that appeared in front of him;

After a while, there was no longer any existence in front of him that was taller than him.

Seeing this scene, Steve, who was about to return to the team, suddenly shrank his head and stopped.

This guy Thorin has gone crazy!

Is it easy for a bug to grow so tall?

Do we have to cut off their legs and let them struggle and die in the sand?

Can't you just give me a quick death?

Complaining slightly in his heart, Steve casually stabbed to death a crawler that was always swaying in front of him.

Not far away, the Blade Queen looked at the corpses of her own people piling up, snorted coldly, and turned around without hesitation to leave.

At this moment, Pastor Andrew, who had taken off his iron gloves, pointed his palm, which was emitting a faint milky white light, at the Blade Queen in the distance, and his free hand sprinkled a small piece of golden sand in front of him.

"Great Hand of Justice, please grant me the power to keep my eyes on my enemies forever!

Evil Mark!"

In an instant, a magical force seeped out from Pastor Andrew's body, carrying the golden sand floating in the air and disappeared into the air.

In the distance, the Blade Queen had already left, but in Pastor Andrew's eyes, she was as conspicuous as a flea on a bald man's head;

For the next three days, as long as she got within three miles of Pastor Andrew again, the Pastor would be able to sense her.

The Queen of Blades completely left the battlefield, and the Zerg left on the battlefield lost control, and the attacks instantly became chaotic and disorganized.

This is good news for the members of Shudeman's team.

In a short while, all kinds of dead insects were piled up around them, and dark green blood seeped into the sand, making a sizzling sound.

After simply wiping the insect blood off his armor, Shudeman set out again with his team members.

Perhaps it was Mr. Priest's mark that made the Queen of Blade feel difficult. In the next two days, except for some scattered insect attacks, Shudeman's team returned to the Holy Shield City smoothly.

After jumping down from the basket, Steve was pulled aside by the sneaky Thorin.

"Steve, do you want to have a couple of drinks later?"

"Why? There's a tavern in Holy Shield City?"

“Yes, not to mention Holy Shield City, even the Abyss has a tavern!

How about me, you, Old Pete and Jan, have a drink together?

Hearing this, Steve glanced at Captain Shudeman at the front of the team and asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you going to call the captain and Mr. Andrew?"

"No need." Thorin waved his hand carelessly.

"The church Andrew belongs to has religious rules that prohibit drinking alcohol! He doesn't drink a drop of alcohol at all.

But don't worry, the boss doesn't really care about our drinking, as long as we don't get drunk."

"Count me in!" Steve raised his eyebrows and put his arm around Thorin's shoulders with a grin.

"I like you boy!"

For human beings, being classmates, carrying guns, and voting together are considered very good friendships;

But for the dwarves, only by drinking together in a wine jar can they be considered friends for life.

After returning to the base, Steve took a quick shower, changed into dry casual clothes, and then met at the gate of the courtyard tacitly and went to the tavern quietly.

Just as they disappeared at the end of the street, the window of a room on the first floor slowly opened.

In the room, Andrew looked at Shudeman standing in front of the window and asked with some concern:

"Is it appropriate to let Thorin and the others take Steve out for a drink?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about that, Mr. Andrew!" Shudeman replied calmly:

“Remember what Steve was like when we rescued him?

He was helpless and weak at that time;

What is Steve like now?

He is bold and decisive in battle, but his personality is quite easy-going;

Have you ever seen Thorin take the initiative to invite anyone for a drink? Have you ever seen old Pete pay so much attention to the growth of any young person?

Don't worry! Steve is an elite soldier, and his self-discipline does not need to be questioned. "

"It seems that you recognized him a long time ago." Andrew said seriously.

Hearing this, Shudeman nodded without hesitation.

"I can feel his recognition of us, so I also recognize him."

......

On the main street near the center of the Shield City, Steve and his four companions stood under the sign of a pub called 'Dancing Bug';

Although it was only afternoon, the lively pub was already full of people, and the sound of clinking glasses mixed with hearty laughter could be heard;

Looking at the tavern in front of him, Thorin rubbed his rough hands excitedly and took the lead in pushing open the door of the tavern.

"Waiter, first give me a barrel of beer to rinse your dwarf uncle's stinky mouth!"

The tavern suddenly became quiet as the rough voice fell, and then a laughter that could blow the roof off exploded.

"Oh my god! Look who's here, Thorin the Redbeard. Didn't your mother tell you that underage dwarves can't drink?"

"Welcome my bad-breathed dwarf prince, everyone applaud!"

"Thorin, I thought you died on the front line! You made me so happy...ah...so sad that I drank a few more glasses of wine!"

Faced with these vulgar jokes, Thorin was not moved at all. He drove away a guy who was occupying a table alone, sat down carelessly, and fired at everyone in the tavern.

"Hey!

Don't talk big! I, the dwarf grandpa, will drink a barrel first! Then we'll have a drinking contest, and whoever loses will have to admit that he was raised on the milk of a female dog-headed human!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone fell silent, like chickens or ducks being strangled by the neck.

At one side, Steve, who was sitting down, glanced at the drunkards around him with red faces and thick necks, pinching his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

These people are really out of their minds, mocking a dwarf barbarian. Don’t they know that dwarves are notorious for insulting others? !

If he adds the talent of a barbarian, Thorin can spray everyone so hard that they can't open their mouths.

While he was complaining in his heart, Thorin, who was standing by, saw that everyone was choking because of his criticism, turned his head triumphantly and boasted to Steve:

"See, my little brother!

Barbarian, the eternal god of the tavern!"

After hearing this, what else could Steve say? He could only nod in agreement.