Chapter 215: Painter Daimon

"Mr. Dere? Don't be impulsive..." Even though he is much stronger than Dere, he has a dagger on his neck, so he can't calm down. The bard waved his hand quickly, "I have no malicious intentions."

Dere was also stunned. His eyes swept over the thin sword in the bard's hand, and then fell on Yao Yan's body.

Just while he was hesitating, the elf warrior who was holding his neck with a sword by the bard suddenly rolled sideways, avoiding the bard's clamp, snorted coldly, and without saying a word, he directed the other four elf warriors to rush up. The elf leader took the lead with a sword and stabbed the bard in the chest.

"Ding! Ding..." The bard blocked the enemy's attack with two light swords, then lowered his body and dodged Dere's dagger. Dere put away the dagger, flashed aside, watching the bard fighting with several elf warriors.

The bard's long sword is obviously not an ordinary person. His dancing skills are light and changeable. Every sword stabbed it, it brought a dazzling silver light. The silver lights intersected in the air, shining and dazzling, as if a silver scroll was drawn in the air.

At the end of the sword, two small things similar to pigeon whistles were tied to the end. As the bard stabbed out one by one, the continuous music sounds spilled out from his hands.

"Brush" the shining silver sword slashed across the elf leader's cheek, and a blood mark was drawn on his cheek. The elf leader turned his head and let the attack that could have pierced his neck. He paused his feet and said to the four subordinates behind him who gradually showed obsessive expressions: "Don't listen to his music, you four will attack others, he will give it to me!"

Now only the bard himself joined the battle, but the others were watching the show, without the intention of joining the battle. The cup in Scarface's hand had fallen to the ground at this time, and was obviously stunned by the sudden change. Verak, who had just entered the tavern, didn't know whether he should come in now.

At this moment, it seemed that the space in the entire tavern slowed down, and everything that happened suddenly made it impossible for everyone to react correctly.

"Bang..." An elf warrior kicked away the table blocking the road in front of him. The amber elf wine on the table splashed in the air, like a few beautiful pieces of amber condensed in the sky. At this moment, the guests sitting next to him exclaimed and spread out, some hid in the corner, and some rushed out of the door.

"Bang!" Waving his hand to block a stool that flew towards him, Nester lined up the bar: "Barner, where is the wine?"

When he turned his face, he found that the bartender had disappeared. He had no choice but to shake his head, leaned over and grabbed the hose connected to the barrel, took off the clip, filled it up, and then turned around and found that the calf head was shouting with excitement, with the ale in his hand sprinkled everywhere.

"I don't know how the wine can be wasted so much by the guy I cherish." After drinking all the wine in my mouth, Neister, who felt it was not delicious enough, grabbed the hose and used it as a straw.

The elf warrior who kicked the table away and slashed it, and the thin sword in his hand drew a fan in the air. Although the elf's thin sword is also called a thin sword, it is not a stabbing sword, but an extremely thin flat blade. When the thin blade with less than two fingers is slashed horizontally, it is extremely fast and almost immediately, it slashed to the top of Xiute's head.

Xiu Te's eyes condensed, and at that moment, the whole world seemed to be still. His eyes separated. On one side was the colorful real world, and on the other side was a two-dimensional world with only lines. A bright line extended along the tip of the elf warrior's thin sword. At the end of the trajectory was his eyebrows, which was unbiased.

He reached out and held the hilt of the sword. Shute, who had just planned to draw the sword, suddenly smiled. Just as the corner of his mouth was not completely raised, the bard's thin sword passed through the last stroke in the air.

It was like the finishing touch, the silver sword lights intertwined in the air were connected by the last ray of light. The silver trajectories that seemed to be just remaining on the retina turned into real lines. Each line seemed to come alive, twisted in the air, forming a very charming picture of a lady.

The lady in a palace dress raised her mouth and smiled like a silver bell. She raised her slender hand and actually stretched out from the painting. She grabbed the thin sword that was only a tiny little bit short of touching Sult's hair.

"Ka..." Holding the thin sword inverted, the lady sailor swung and threw it, and the thin sword flew out, took an elf warrior away, and nailed it to the wall.

"Buzz..." Before the trembling hilt of the sword had not stopped, the lady lifted her skirt with both hands, took a few steps, and reached behind another elf warrior. Under the hem of the skirt, the sharp high heels kicked the elf warrior's vest like a small dagger.

At this time, the elf warrior who was nailed to the wall did not forget to reach out to pull out the thin sword nailed to his neck, but his hands had lost consciousness forever as soon as he held the hilt of the sword.

The elf warrior who was kicked away had a dizzy vision in an instant, and the blood spurted out of his mouth painted a layer of red on everything in front of him. He saw the slender lady grab his feet like a monster. Before he could actually fly out, he suddenly waved it, and the chain mail, the elf warrior more than 130 kilograms turned into a huge human-shaped weapon, smashing another elf warrior away.

"Uh..." Two muffled groans sounded at the same time, smashing the human-shaped weapon of an elf warrior away. The ladies gave up without any nostalgia. The two elf warriors hugged each other, spinning in the air, spraying blood outwards, and the perspective kept rotating. They saw that one of the only two companions was stepped on the waist by a slender little foot. The pure metal belt covering the abdomen on the chain mail turned into a murderous weapon, and the heroic elf warrior turned into origami folded together.

"Master, you are too slow." Holding the towering chest, the lady stepped on the half-folded elf warrior, looking at the bard who was still entangled with the elf leader.

At this time, the two elves who were hugged each other and were thrown out of the air hit the bar with a bang. Naist hugged the barrel of ale and picked up the two elves flying over. The two elves' heads hit the wall behind the bar. They were pierced by various wine bottles and cups, and they twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"Nonsense, come and help!" The bard waved his sword in anger, and the silver trajectories were like spiders' webs, storing the elves' chiefs in it. However, the bard was not good at fighting head-on. Although he had overwhelming strength, he could not knock down the elves' chiefs in an instant.

"Brush..." A shadow suddenly appeared behind the elf leader. The flying silk thread snatched the right arm of the elf leader holding the sword. The elf leader groaned, staggered, and fell to the ground.

The gray dagger was pulled out from the elf leader's waist. Although this wound was not fatal, the venom on the dagger had completely paralyzed the elf leader and could not move.

Dere put away his dagger and stood aside. The lady threw a charming look at him and walked towards him.

"Stop, that's not the enemy." The bard said quickly, and the lady curled her lips dissatisfiedly and stopped.

"Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapa!" Yao Yan couldn't help but applaud. Although the battle between the five finally evolved into three to five, it was still extremely exciting, especially the lady who walked out of the painting, which made him extremely curious. Her eyes were surfing the lady's body. The lady noticed his sight and threw a charming look at him.

Kicking away a stool that had just flew over, Seut took a step forward, blocking Yao Yan and Catherine behind him, looking at the bard, frowned slightly, and asked, "Your Excellency is Mr. Damon?"

"Painter Daimon." The thin sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, shook off a trace of blood left on it, and the bard returned the sword to the sheath, regaining the elegance just now, as if that battle had never happened at all.

Seeing him walking a few steps forward, the scar face that had just been huddled behind Xiu Te and others quickly took another step back, secretly looking at the elf warrior lying on the ground and hanging on the wall, secretly stunning.

In the first battle, these elf warriors were killed one by one before they even had time to exert their strength. However, Scarface is also an experienced adventurer. He could see that all of these elf warriors were much stronger than his.

So...who are these people?

It seemed that the amazing battle just now was not enough to move them.

"Okay!" Xiao Niuta raised the cup in his hand, cheered loudly, and praised Yao Yan's applause.

Damon leaned down and bowed gracefully, just like the curtain call after the performance.

"It's indeed Mr. Damon." Xiute was a little surprised and introduced to Yao Yan: "Yao Yan, this is Mr. Damon of the Demon Dragon Guild. Mr. Damon is known as a painter and an outstanding painter."

"Demon Dragon?" Xiao NiuTou still remembered the conflict with the Demon Dragon. He immediately raised his cow's ears and held the cup in his hand tightly. After thinking about it, he quickly threw the cup away and wanted to get the weapon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Damon has no interest in the grudge between us and the demon dragon." Nester reached out and patted the calf's head on the shoulder, telling him not to worry, then walked forward and bowed slightly to Damon.

"Don't worry, even if they meet Oster here, they will not attack you." With a kind smile at the little calf head, Damon's eyes fell on Yao Yan, and then bowed deeply and said, "Dear President Yao Yan, Damon will say hello to you."

"Hello, Mr. Damon, hello." After returning the greeting with a smile, Yao Yan looked at the lady curiously. The lady also showed a curious look in her eyes. It had been walking with Damon everywhere for hundreds of years. This was the first time she saw Damon so respectful to others.

"Painter Damon, a bard who wanders the mainland." Damon's self-introduction is like this, but Shute's introduction is much more.

Painter Damon, whose full name is unknown, has the title of Painter, and is a senior member of the Demon Dragon Guild. However, the nature of the guild determines that it is just a loose institution. Although some people want to obtain greater power to serve the president, most of the members are just to get a place to share information, accept tasks, and communicate with each other. Most of the people in the guild are uncontrollable by the Demon Dragon President. All the members of the Demon Dragon can command are officials at all levels of the guild and members of the Demon Dragon Hand.

However, these officials are mostly not very capable because they are distracted by mundane affairs. Even Fanny, the president, and the bonus of Magic Net, is not the number one master in the guild.

But the painter, Daimon, can be said to be one of the best bards in the guild.

Before Shute joined the guild, no one had seen him for a long time. The elves had a long life that allowed them to live extremely comfortably. He walked the whole world, so he sought various famous paintings and ancient books, and pursued the path of legends.

His title of painter, like the "tree planter" of the calf's head, is a serious title. The reason why he has this title is half because he loves painting and has high attainments. It is a treasure in the collection world. His paintings are hard to find; on the other hand, it is because of his fighting skills "people in the painting". Only those who know him know very well that the ladies who accompanied him through the whole world were summoned creatures summoned from his paintings, and no one knows what the real identity of the girl is.

To put it in the words of Gu Long, those who have seen him summoning girls are dead.

"Mr. Damon came here for the sake of the bowstring?" Yao Yan thought for a moment and asked.

"President Yao Yan's eyes were like torch." Daimon smiled bitterly and said, "Although Daimon has always been an idle cloud and wild crane, he doesn't care much about mundane affairs, only this matter cannot be shirked away."

"Mr. Damon is the demon net walker of the demon dragon?" Yao Yan asked, Damon nodded with a smile, and Yao Yan immediately understood.

It seems that this string can really make up for the magic net. If it weren't for this, how could he care so much?

Yao Yan can probably understand the ideas of these elf warriors.

Seeing that things were almost done here, Verak hurried over and said hurriedly: "Yao Yan, it's not good. An elf said he wanted to accept our airship."

"It seems that there are so many troubles." Yao Yan shook his head helplessly. He underestimated the level of everyone's well-informedness and the difficulty of this matter. The full man did not know that the hungry man was hungry. He did not have this need, so naturally he did not know how eager those people were for the strings of the magic net.

His eyes swept over the adventurers hiding in the corner, and Damon pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword. Shute smiled and said, "No need to silence it, it seems that this is not a secret. There are more people who know than they don't. When we escorted here, we didn't know how many forces we had been attacked, even the two-legged dragon cavalry."

The Drow elves are a group, and the two-legged dragon cavalry should be another group of people. The demon dragon people also know that, coupled with the dwarves and elves, this matter has become an open secret.

"Yes, in this city, the number of people who are targeting it is countless." Damon smiled and shook his head, put down his hand holding the hilt of the sword, looked at Sult with gratitude, and rolled and crawled out.

"Why are you still here?" At this moment, the door was pushed open and looking at the mess, Japur was stunned for a long time before he remembered his intention and shouted: "Yao Yan, go quickly, that brainless elf will be detrimental to you!"

"It's not good, it's not good." Verak pointed to the elves lying in the pool of blood, and said, "Those bastards are going to grab the airship."

"Get the airship?" Japur felt that his head was a little too insufficient. He could not be as shameless as this.

"No wonder they did this. The Magic Net String is indeed a big deal. I just heard that the Magic Net String is born here and planned to come and investigate, but I didn't expect that you actually sent the Magic Net String to Fort Taruk." Damon shook his head with a wry smile, "I have already met a few old friends on the way. I had already agreed to rely on my skills to see who finds it first, and who knows that I have to snatch it now."

"That's enough to be able to grab it." Japur said impatiently, "If you can't go, those hateful elves will snatch your airship away. They will fly away, and none of you will get it!"

Originally, he just wanted to get rid of this trouble, but who knew that there would be more troubles next. Japur was so depressed.

At this moment, he was still eager for the elves to attract all the troubles, but he was still a very kind dwarf after all, and he apologized for Yao Yan and others who were involved.

Especially in this incident, the dwarf also played a disgraceful role, which did not stop them from being detrimental to Yao Yan and others.

"Go away!" Hearing Japur say this, Damon did not dare to neglect and quickly walked out of the tavern door. The lady threw a kiss to several people and turned around and followed them out.

"We'll go there too." Although we were not worried about the airship being stolen, Yao Yan and others could not ignore it and followed it out.

"Hey, hey! Live!" Nester at the end pointed at the elf leader who was still numb on the ground and shouted loudly.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he shrugged helplessly, holding the elf leader in one hand and the ale barrel in the other, and followed him out.

At this moment, a harsh alarm sound suddenly came to the sky, and shadows flashed across the sky in the distance. The griffin knights were lifting out. A group of dwarf warriors rushed out of nowhere. The dwarfs' unique loud voices rang everywhere: "The black dragon invaded! Everyone immediately returned to the nearest building! The black dragon invaded! This is not an exercise! The black dragon invaded! "

"Black Dragon?" Japur's mouth was so wide that he could almost stuff the eggs in. "No, Paladin is on! Don't let the black dragon break in!"

If there is any creature that represents the words of evil, tyranny, cruelty, cunning, power, and greed, then it must be a black dragon. This kind of alien whose dragons are cursed and giant dragons that have lost their ability to cast spells have the most powerful and powerful destructive ones. Where it flies, there is often no grass growing and wildfires rising.

Even if ten thousand two-legged flying dragons invade, Japur would not be so panicked.

In the sky, the griffin knights covered the sky and the sun. All members of the griffin knights had entered the highest alert state. Almost everyone on the ground hid in various buildings. From the window, they could see those trembling crowds. No matter how arrogant he was on weekdays, they could only pray in their hearts that the black dragon should not be too angry.

"Roar..." A dragon roar broke through the sky. The dragon roar filled with a violent aura condensed almost substantial pressure, causing Japur's scalp to numbness and almost fell down.

The black dragon is an existence that can only be dealt with by the legendary King of Hills. Now there is no existence in the entire Taruk Fort that can confront the black dragon head-on.
Chapter completed!