Chapter 11 Mercenary in the Tavern ()

"Hi, Wu, it seems you haven't been here for a long time." As soon as Wu Song entered the door, Uncle Cowell, the bartender at Moron's Tavern, greeted Wu Song enthusiastically.

"It's because I haven't come some days and I've gone out to complete a task." Wu Song smiled. He had a good impression of this slutty uncle who had a broken arm, loved drinking, and slapped girls' butts.

"It's good to be back." Kewell patted Wu Song's shoulder affectionately, nodding. This was the best blessing for an adventurer who put his head on his belt. He took out a cigarette, lit it and handed it to Wu Song and asked, "I want to eat something, and you have a good time with Sasha today."

"Then let's do the same." Wu Songkewell's smirk, walked to the corner of the tavern, and sat down quietly at the noisy world, as if he was just a passerby.

Wu Song's old look was actually just three, one smoked chicken, one plate of beef, and one glass of strawberry wine. These things looked very ordinary, but for adventurers, it was already a luxury dinner.

I may die in the wilderness tomorrow, so I must be kind to myself today. This is a sentence that Wu Song has been silently reminding him. The training between life and death for several months has gradually faded his fear of death. Wu Song is not afraid of death, but cherishes the time he lives. As long as possible, he will try to make himself eat better and live a better life.

Wu Song doesn't like drinking, so the reason he wants strawberry wine is because Moron's Tavern has no other drinks except wine, and strawberry wine is the lowest-degree one. However, Wu Song likes to eat meat very much. This guy is not too tall or fat, but he can easily kill a whole chicken and a large plate of beef weighing two pounds per person.

Many people came to Molun Tavern to drink, but few people ate, so what Wu Song wanted was quickly brought up. Wu Song picked up the knife and fork and skillfully dismembered the smoked chicken, cut the whole piece of beef into small pieces, and tasted his own delicacy carefully.

The sun sets, and the Moron Tavern is bustling at night. Many adventurers work during the day and will run to the tavern for a drink at night. Adventurers gather together, and it seems a bit boring if they just drink. At this time, adventurers will spontaneously gather together to organize some amusement programs. Armwalking seems to be a good choice.

"Is there anyone who dares to come up and compete? Are you adventurers in Mir Town all trash? Didn't there be any upright man standing up?" At the table where the arm wrestling competition, a man wearing black leather armor, thin and pale figure and a little pale face made a sharp sound. There were several people wearing clothes similar to him standing beside him. One of the strong men was two meters away from the crowd, and he was much taller than the others, as eye-catching as if he was standing in a flock of chickens. It was this guy who broke the arms of five adventurers in a row.

Several outsiders were clamoring while drinking. Most of the adventurers around the table were very angry. Some of these adventurers who often came to Moron Tavern lived in Mir Town temporarily, and some had already settled their homes here. Many of them had completely regarded themselves as people from Mir Town. Now some people were clamoring at their doorsteps, and the adventurers were very angry. However, no one was willing to stand up. On the one hand, the big man was too strong. Two of the five people who went up to compete with him before were level 7 abilities, and one was a warrior who was good at power, but his arm was still broken by this guy. Inferring that the strength of the strong man had reached a very terrifying level, and it was very likely that he was a level 8 or above. In a small town like Mir Town, a level 8 or above can already be a very amazing existence.

Another reason why adventurers dare not come forward is the inverted triangle tattoo on the forehead of this group of people, which is the iconic tattoo of the Spike Mercenary Group. No one recognizes who these people are, but few adventurers who often hang out in the area of ​​Giant Rock City do not recognize this tattoo.

Mercenary Group is a large organization formed by the gathering of adventurers. Many of the more difficult tasks issued by the Adventurer Guild cannot be completed by three or five people. In order to complete such large tasks, many adventurers gather together. Everyone works together to complete the tasks. Over time, a considerable force has formed. In addition to doing the tasks issued by the Adventurer Guild, these forces often help the military complete some tasks. This nature is somewhat similar to mercenaries, so these large adventurers are called mercenary groups.

The headquarters of the Swordsman Mercenary Group is in Karen Town, one of the three major cities around the Stone City. They are the top ten mercenary groups around Karen Town, and they are also the largest mercenary groups in Karen Town. However, these guys have little reputation. Many adventurers who often hang out in this area know that the Swordsman Mercenary Group is said to be a mercenary group, but in fact there is no difference between them and robbers. They have done countless murders and robbers in the wild. However, due to the strong strength of the Swordsman Mercenary Group and their ability to have a level nine superpower leader, many adventurers dare not speak out about these guys!

"Fuck, it's really disappointing. Is there no one in Mir Town?" The tavern, which should have been extremely noisy, was extremely quiet, and only a few people from the Stinger Mercenary Group cursing.

"I'll do it!" A roar suddenly came from the crowd, and the adventurers were suddenly excited. Everyone turned their heads, but were shocked to find that it was the old bartender Cowell who rushed forward.

Cowell is almost fifty years old. Some people say that this old guy was an adventurer a long time ago, but later he broke one of his arms and became disabled. Then he went to the tavern to work as a bartender and lived a comfortable life.

Many adventurers were stunned when they saw Cowell rushing up, and then showed a worried look. Although this old guy is a little lustful, he is still very popular. Most of the adventurers who often drink here have a good relationship with him.

"Old guy, you only have one arm left. If this arm is twisted again, then you can only lie on the ground like a dog to lick it with your tongue when you have sex." The strong man looked at Cowell contemptuously. He cursed a few words without caring, obviously not seeing this old man with a big beard and only one arm in his eyes. The other stinger mercenaries laughed when they heard the strong man's screams.

"Haha, boy, are you just talking like a woman? Whoever broke his arm will have to try it out before you know." Speaking of talking, Kowell, who had been in the tavern for half his life, was not bad. His generous laughter immediately attracted the cheers of a group of adventurers around him. Regardless of winning or losing, at least Kowell, who knows that the other party is a stinger mercenary group, is brave enough to call the number, and this courage is worthy of praise.

"You will look good later." The strong man bent down and placed his arm on the table.
Chapter completed!