Some things are always so fucked. You can't hide from them even if you want to. It's like these aristocratic gentlemen who come to a restaurant to have a meal together, talk about life, and then show off their special features in front of the beautiful woman they love to win her over. That's what makes life so wonderful. I wonder how this group of noble dudes are always so boring, always picking on the soft ones, but even if they beat me up hard, what's the point? Would it be good enough to save my feelings or to save face, or would I feel like I'd finally gotten my breath back after beating me up! But would it?
I could clearly see the white magic ball of light spinning at high speed at Kiger's fingertips, gathering magic elements and growing to the size of an orange. The cracking sound of the ball of magical elements from the high speed of rotation was as harsh as someone's fingertips scratching glass, waiting to happen.
The testosterone-filled young nobles had already overturned the round table of indigo wood, and several of them, dressed as warriors, had already drawn their Roman swords and were ready to take our group down. I knew it was too late, so I did my best to make a fish leap towards Kurtz and jumped in the air towards him.
Someone kicked me in the backside. Suddenly I felt a huge impact that sent me flying and I hit the wooden table like a cannonball. "My head hit the hard edge of the table with a loud bang, causing my eyes to glaze over and my body to hurt everywhere.
"No!"
"You're going to die!"
Confused voices sounded almost at the same time. Kiger's magic bullet slammed straight into the crowd of noble dudes, but the other side was already prepared for it and scattered around in disarray. The magic bullet smashed into the overturned round table top, making a hole the size of a washbasin in the ten centimetre thick indigo wood table top. The whole table top was also blown to pieces, and the sharp wooden spikes even flew into the back of a nobleman who had dodged, making him look like a porcupine with spikes.
Seeing that the young nobles had surrounded Kiger, several pointed their Roman swords at the same time and grinned at her, "If I were you, I'd put down my magic sword!"
The advantage of a wizard was that he could use powerful long-range magical attacks to inflict damage on his opponent, but if a warrior came within five paces, the wizard had no power whatsoever, not to mention the fact that Kiger was only a seventh level apprentice wizard. He looked coldly at the group of apprentice noble warriors with Roman swords in their hands and pursed his lips without saying a word.
At the same time, Ming Qian, who had been hiding in the crowd, rushed towards me with great speed, a cruel smile in his eyes and a broad-bladed sword in his hand, slashing directly at me. I was knocked unconscious in front of me. Ming Qian crouched down beside Katarina and picked her up by her long, fiery red hair, placed her broad-bladed sword on her white jade neck and sneered at me, "I hate it when someone hits me with something behind my back. Feel the pain of having a close friend slowly die right before your eyes, I hear you have a good relationship? I wonder how you felt when this beautiful chick died on your doorstep, better not be so scared that you pissed your trousers. Oh!"
I remembered how I once got into a fight with a little kid on the street when I was a kid and I broke his head with a brick and a lot of blood came out, and I was so scared to death that I didn't even dare to go home at night for fear of being complained about by my mother, thinking that maybe my father would make amends again and send me two bottles of canned food to wipe my ass, but instead I just cowardly hid and couldn't do anything, and ended up hiding in the house like a rat and not going out until things It subsided. I have since come to understand that there are things I can hide from, but there are things I can't hide from. For example, that time I let all the children in the street know that I was not to be messed with and that I would be knocked on the head, but I also regretted why I chickened out later and didn't even dare to leave the house.
And now I had to fight to show that my life and Katrina's wasn't as cheap as toilet paper.
I crawled out of the rubble under the table, holding my wolf's tooth dagger, and looked coldly at Katrina, half-crouched on the ground, one hand in her hair, the broad-bladed sword in her hand on her white neck, a drop of blood trickling down the blade towards the tip, which became round in the air the moment it broke away from the tip and landed on the stone floor with a "splat". A puddle of blood the size of a fingernail, followed by another drop, two drops, three drops ...
The first thing I did was to look at me and ask me with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill her with my sword and then kill you?"
I didn't say anything, I just walked step by step towards the one in front of Ming Qian, the wolf tooth dagger in my hand was also hidden behind me, I remembered someone once said: if you are determined to kill a person who is stronger than you, then make sure you don't show your dagger before you kill him.
On the other side Kurtz and Kiger stood back to back, surrounded by a group of noble warrior apprentices with Roman swords in their hands. The noble gentry had good hands, but they were very life conscious, and none of them were willing to take damage from the three flames of magic that Kiger had created. It seemed that these noble gentry simply wanted to kill both me and Katarina, even if they had to settle a grudge with Kiger and Gogo and old Kulu afterwards.
Ming Qian looked at me with a calm look in his eyes, a sense of superiority over life and death.
But I was five paces in front of his body, and with an inexplicable smile, I drew my legs around the table and chairs that had been pushed against me and dashed for the front door of the restaurant, looking at him with a sneer, a look that said to him, "Oh, you're so naive, who doesn't love their own life?
I ran so fast that I passed through the stone pillars in the restaurant's lobby in the blink of an eye.
There were actually some other orcs in the restaurant, all of them watching coldly as we fey killed each other, and one strong orc even stood up and warned the group of young nobles surrounding Kurtz that if anyone dared to harm the little orc with the short proclaimed axe, it would be their fault to strike.
As I hid in the shadow of the pillar, Ming Qian cursed angrily and threw Kathrina to the stone floor, turning to chase me with his broad-bladed sword. Seeing me hiding behind the stone pillar, he sneered at me and said, "You think you can get away with this? Or delay until that god-sister of yours who is a wizard flies over to save you?"
"Powwow!" The archaic orcish language was chanted in rapid succession, and by the time he rounded the stone pillar and finally saw me hiding in the shadows, my fingertips had picked out that last extreme curve of magic, and a blast of black mist enveloped me, and the next moment I became a blur and disappeared into the shadow of the pillar. The moment the final spell was cast, I made a show of turning around to flee.
In fact, I didn't dare to move at all; only when I was more in the shadow would my body be undetected, and once I was exposed to the bright light, I would show a false shadow. But I guess Ming Qian probably didn't know that. Sure enough, when he saw me suddenly disappear, he too burst out of his mouth once again and rushed towards the door with his sword.
And I hid in the shadow of the stone pillar, which but my body but into a mist that stuck to the back of it. Just a moment after passing the stone pillar, turning into a transparent mist, I instantly lifted my magic and pounced on his back, wrapping one arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to hold his neck, directly pressing my dagger against Ming Qian's neck, I was not at all polite, the sharp wolf tooth dagger plunged directly into Ming Qian's throat, the sharp wolf tooth immediately entering the flesh halfway.
The sharp wolf's teeth immediately penetrated halfway into the flesh. Only a little skin was cut and not even a drop of blood was shed, but a cloud of blue gas spread from Ming Qian's neck to his face.
"Don't move! One move and I'll poison you first." I felt Ming Qian trying to pull me off his back, so I hastily stuck the dagger a little deeper and threatened him loudly, "If you move, I'll kill you, this dagger is poisoned. If you delay even a little while, you will die. Wouldn't you say we're trading one life for another, am I making a lot of money?"
I spoke loudly, trying to steady my trembling hands, but to my surprise, Ming Qian broke down first, throwing the broad-bladed sword out of his hands, spreading his hands flat on his sides and saying to me tremblingly, "Don't move, this wolf poison will kill you in time. I'll let you and your friends go this time, and you and your red-haired girl will have two lives for mine.
He was already incoherent as he spoke and carefully turned his body around and rushed the group of young nobles, "Daaay, daaay you stop, stop, if you fucking force them, I'm going to die."
I had no more fear of the young noblemen who had turned to grin at me, what could fear do, fearing them would only make them despise you more, but if I showed my ruthlessness properly, as I did now in a gesture of fighting for my life, instead I fought for a chance to live: "You, these these... ...and behind the table, get out of the way and stand at the far end of the wall, don't make me say it twice, damn it, my dagger is poisoned, if you don't hurry, I don't know if this one's life can be saved."
The truth is, the ruthless are afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless are afraid of the desperate. Fighting is always a competition between those who are more ruthless and those who do not spare their lives. The noble boys seemed to care about Ming Qian's life, so they had to be led by the nose. A dozen of them lined up and headed inside the restaurant, while the four of us and Ming Qian, who was riding underneath me, scurried outside the restaurant.
I slipped off Ming Qian's back when we got to the front door.
Whether he listened or not we don't know. The moment the four of us ran out the door of the restaurant hand in hand, I seemed to hear the applause and cheers of the other orcs in the restaurant. In this age of miracles, praise and applause always belong to the brave.
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