Disaster for all: Summoner is so lucky?

Chapter 100
"Viking tribe..."

"Will the Viking tribe care about you?"

The muscles on Steel Hammer's face were tense, and his expression was full of disdain for the Viking gunner. As he spoke, the strength of his palm continued to increase.

At this moment, the Viking Gunner was too painful to speak, but he still stared at the steel hammer.

None of the people present stepped forward to stop Steel Hammer's behavior, but stood aside indifferently watching Steel Hammer play with the Viking gunman.

The golden-armored pitcher on the side continued to taunt, but the Viking gunner was powerless.

"stop!"

A deep voice came, and the steel hammer, which was still working hard, couldn't help but relax a little.

The Viking gunner, who was baring his teeth, smiled when he heard this, and his savior came.

I saw a few big men with shields embedded in their arms and Viking-style armor passing through the crowd and rushing forward.

Their movements of passing through the crowd were extremely arrogant, but this time, no one jumped out and shouted. They also knew that there were many people on the other side, so they had to act like turtles one by one.

"Let him go!"

The leader is holding a spray gun, and also carrying a giant hammer on his back, but this giant hammer looks a little bit different from the steel hammer on the back.

"What are you, worthy of letting me go?"

Even though there are many people on the opposite side, the hammer is still strong, he can see that the hammer carried by the leader is not as good as his, and the strength may not be as strong as him.

But Steel Hammer is not a fool, he also has a certain degree of vigilance against this guy who seems to be the leader, maybe this guy's main weapon is not the hammer behind him but the firearm in his hand, or other hidden things.

"Haven't you heard of my Viking Guild name?!"

The leading Viking looked around arrogantly, but he didn't notice the bitterness of the Viking gunner controlled by the steel hammer.

The viking gunner was in a very broken mood at this time, and he no longer knew what to do.

From previous conversations, the Viking gunners have learned that this group of people doesn't take their Viking guild seriously, or they don't understand it.

Even he himself admits that the Viking guild is very different from the Viking tribe. Comparing the two, the Viking guild is a singer.

Moreover, the person who shouted was not the president of the Viking guild, but an existence similar to the leader. He did not have the temperament and strength of the president at all, and he just called for help in the guild channel.

At this time, the Viking Gunner was full of indignation. He asked the guild leader to support him in the guild channel, but in the end, only these ignorant bastards came.

Looking back on what he did, the Viking Gunner feels more and more that he, too, is as bad as they are.

"roll!"

As expected by the Viking Gunner, Steel Hammer became even more enraged after hearing what the little Viking guild leader said, and even grinned in anger.

For a moment, the two sides were at war with each other, and the battle was imminent.

There are three pillars in the dungeon, and the same is true outside the dungeon.

"stop."

Qianying pulled back the veil, frowned slightly, and looked around the opposing sides on the field with displeasure.

She couldn't stand it anymore, and now everyone was blocking the door of the dungeon, and no one was willing to go in first as an early bird.

And because of the battle with the steel hammers at the forefront of the team, the players behind them who were waiting for the fisherman's profit never got tired of it.

Qianying felt that this situation had to be broken.

"stop."

The cold voice fell into the crowd but still splashed water.

The moment Steel Hammer heard Qianying's voice, he loosened his grip on the Viking Gunner's head, and obediently stood aside, exactly the same as when he was fighting with the scholar before.

The scholar looked at the steel hammer and smiled knowingly, which made the steel hammer a little annoyed, and wanted to hammer the scholar to the ground.

Seeing this, the members of the Viking Guild slapped their noses even more, wanting to take a step forward.

Seeing that the group of bastards couldn't distinguish the situation, the Viking Gunner immediately decided to leave the guild after this incident was over.

"Huh? Jumping clown?"

At some point, the scholar took out his handicraft folding fan and watched the clowns of the Viking Guild gently fan it.

"What are you!?"

Viking's little boss moved when he heard the sound, and immediately turned around to look at the scholar, with an expression of about to kill someone.

Relying on the five members of the Viking Guild behind him, including the six members of the Viking Gunner, the little boss did whatever he wanted, and felt that no one was his opponent.

But what he hasn't noticed yet is that his every move has offended all five people around him at some point.

Maybe these five people one against many may have no chance of winning, but the five of them go together, and it's just handy to deal with this small group of Viking guilds.

The five of them, no, most of the 50 people present are the best and elites in the same period.

Even if there is a gap in strength, it is just the same.

That's why the players on the field have their own ulterior motives and don't want to be the first bird. Although everyone refuses to accept each other, most of them are just quarrels.

But the six new members of the Viking Guild didn't know who they were facing. After all, the Viking Gunners didn't inform them well when they called for help.

"Your father."

The scholar continued fanning his folding fan casually, and replied casually.

If you ignore his rough face, the scene in front of you must be elegant and timeless.

The Viking Gunner did not return to the team, but stepped back, trying to blend into the crowd, but now the crowd watching the excitement was like an iron wall, blocking him who wanted to hide.

The Viking gunner had a flash of inspiration, ignored the steel hammer that was staring at the little boss, and hid behind him.

"So you also..."

"Shh..."

The golden armored pitcher was about to speak, but the Viking gunner hurriedly stopped his mouth, for fear of being discovered.

But the golden armored pitcher deliberately wanted to embarrass the Viking gunner, and said that he was blocked by the Viking gunner.

"So why are you Viking guilds so cowardly?!"

The voice was not loud, but it fell clearly in the ears of the little Viking boss. He turned to look in the direction of the sound, but he could only see the broad and thick chest muscles of the steel hammer.

"clown."

Qianying spoke neither salty nor bland.

This sentence completely broke the little boss's psychological defense.

The little boss was about to go crazy. He felt that his ears were full of ridicule. He didn't know if it was the people around him or the crowd behind him.

"glass heart."

"waste."

"Hurry up."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

All the people were mocking him, murdering every word, the little boss's eyes were red, he let go of the gun in his hand, hugged his head tightly with both hands, and yelled frantically on the spot.

"That's it?"

The scholar cast a glance at the little boss who was going crazy.

As he went crazy, several guild members around him also retreated unknowingly.

Not just these few members, but Steel Hammer and everyone.

(End of this chapter)