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The talk of the hooded man sparked a debate. "This killer is said to be the mastermind behind the massacre at the Beginner's village!" he said, sipping his beer with a hint of mockery on his face.
The man with three scars burst into laughter upon hearing this, his voice echoing through the tavern. "Damn! This guy's got guts, huh? Daring to wipe out Beginner's village, that's just insane!"
"However, I heard that his profession is a Wanderer, and he has never used a formal weapon," the hooded man added, seemingly trying to depict the uniqueness of this killer.
Upon hearing this, the people in the tavern became even more animated in their discussions. The profession of Wanderer is not well-regarded in Black City, and is often ridiculed. But now, someone with this identity has slaughtered the entire Beginner's village, forcing them to reassess this person's strength.
"Wanderer?" a gloomy man sitting in the corner said, "This reminds me of those ancient legends. Heroes don't necessarily have to wear heavy armor and wield a sharp sword. Sometimes, their strongest weapons are their will and courage."
"Will and courage? Ha, I'd like to see how long this so-called Wanderer hero can survive in Black City," mocked the man with three scars, his eyes flashing with a challenging light.
"Hahaha, that guy must be crazy!" The hooded man's mouth curled into a sly smile. "A month ago, he fought with the Dark Orcs in the restricted area, just like a legendary hero. And, I heard that he almost single-handedly defeated all the monsters in that restricted area!"
The tattooed man burst into laughter after hearing this. "Restricted area? I can't believe it! A Wanderer dared to enter that cursed place? You know, that's an area corrupted by dark magic, full of monsters above level thirty. This guy is either a genius or just plain crazy!"
"Whether he's a genius or a madman, he definitely has extraordinary power," the hooded man said with exaggeration. "Otherwise, how could one person clean the entire restricted area? If it really was him, then this guy is definitely not simple."
"So, where is he now?" the man with three scars asked curiously, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. The hooded man shook his head and said mysteriously, "I don't know! Right now, the whole Black City is guessing who this person is and what he's here for. Was he hired? Or does he just want to make a name for himself in Black City? No one knows his true identity."
The man with three scars on his face revealed a hint of a sinister smile and said firmly, "I knew it! He must be the super assassin sent by the Duchy! He's here to clean up the criminals and rebels in Black City!"
The night enveloped the streets of Accra Castle, and the lights of the tavern "Demon's Slaughter" shone particularly bright in the darkness. Suddenly, the tavern's door was forcefully pushed open from outside, emitting a heavy and grating creak. A faint light from the street outside seeped in, creating a stark contrast with the warm glow inside the tavern. This sudden change caused the people inside the tavern to turn their heads, focusing their gaze on the figure who had just opened the door. A warrior clad in tattered armor slowly entered, his appearance like an undeniable storm that disrupted the original atmosphere of the tavern. The warrior's steps were firm and heavy, as if carrying the weight of countless battlefields. Every step he took was accompanied by a deep resonance on the floor, as if narrating his story.
His helmet covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes to observe the surroundings through a narrow opening. Those eyes were cold and deep, like those of a seasoned veteran who had experienced countless battles, exuding a calm and unfathomable aura. The mysterious warrior's helmet remained on, with only a pair of cold and deep eyes visible through the narrow opening. These eyes seemed to emit a faint light in the darkness, revealing his composure and inscrutability from enduring numerous wars. His steps were firm and heavy, each step towards the counter seemed to narrate his story.
The warrior sat down in front of the counter, casting a dignified shadow in the dim light. His arms were muscular, and every piece of armor had been through the baptism of blood and fire. He quietly placed the heavy shield and broad-bladed sword on the table, and every mark on those weapons told untold stories of battles. His rugged fingers, weathered by war, lightly tapped on the table, as if waiting for a crucial moment. The server quickly noticed his presence and brought a glass of wine, placing it carefully in front of him.
The atmosphere in the tavern became even more solemn with his arrival. Whispers and murmurs filled the air as everyone speculated about the identity and purpose of this warrior. His mysterious and powerful aura made people both curious and hesitant to approach him.
The server quickly approached and carefully placed a glass of wine in front of him, then swiftly retreated to the other side of the counter. The warrior slowly reached out, his rough fingers gently brushing the glass, but he did not drink immediately. Instead, he quietly observed his surroundings.
With the appearance of this warrior, the atmosphere in the tavern became even more solemn. The previously noisy voices gradually lowered, and one could almost hear a pin drop. The gazes of the crowd intertwined with curiosity and vigilance, some whispering quietly, while others silently observed this mysterious warrior. His appearance undoubtedly brought an unusually tense atmosphere to this tavern, which is usually filled with loud and vulgar laughter.
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