Star Forge Titan

But considering the geographical location of the tavern, the wild extraordinary people who come here to participate in the gathering are often of low rank. A third-level person like Brad is already very rare, so he is avoided by others intentionally or unintentionally. As for the trading items that appear in the gathering, their value is usually limited.

However, the information exchange in this gathering was very developed and timely, because most wild extraordinary people lacked funds for activities and would never think that they had too much cash on them, so they did not mind exchanging the various information they had in their hands for corresponding money.

Alvin discovered that in addition to the common transactions and information, most people present were quite interested in the rumor that had recently emerged.

After all, it involves the powerful Witch King, and it is difficult for any extraordinary person in the Silent Desert to resist the temptation of the relevant secret techniques.

Having said that, although they themselves did not quite believe that it was possible to obtain the secret method whose authenticity was unknown.

But what if?

Luck is like an invisible and cunning little mouse that can easily sneak deep into the hearts of many people.

"Anything you need? I've been here a few times before and I'm pretty familiar with this place." Brad asked casually when he saw that Ivan hadn't participated.

"Actually, I just came here to see the world. I don't have any pre-determined goals." Alvin was also very frank, because there was really nothing to hide.

At the same time, this is also the image characteristic that his third identity is prepared to show to the outside world: an outsider with good strength but little knowledge of the local area.

"Oh..." Brad nodded and was about to say something else when he suddenly saw Ivan frowning.

"What's wrong?" That look made him immediately ask vigilantly:

"It smells familiar." Alvin's eyes swept back and forth among the crowd.

Just now, he smelled the special scent of spices that could interfere with people's rationality.

Suddenly, a stranger in black clothes and robe jumped onto the table. His hands were empty, but this action alone was enough to attract attention.

Everyone's gaze immediately shifted towards this side, and then the black-robed man suddenly spoke without warning:

"I have a message for everyone here, free of charge."

After seeing the other person's clothes clearly, before Ivan could say anything, Brad next to him suddenly stood up. The news shouted by the black-robed man made him furious.

"The dwarf Thorin and the Free Fists have reached a consensus that they will share the secrets of the Witch King's magic! Wrist Blade Blade will be the first person to arrive in Ismailia!"

If this kind of words were said under normal circumstances, others might at most be skeptical.

But at this moment, under the influence of that mysterious spice, coupled with the extreme desire for the Sorcerer King's secret method that exists in the hearts of 99% of the extraordinary people...

Pairs of flickering eyes were cast towards Brad who was sitting in the middle of the venue. The friction sound of weapons being unsheathed could be faintly heard in the darkness.

Ivan also looked at Brad with a strange expression. He didn't believe the so-called free information at all, but the Free Fist people were involved in this kind of thing as soon as they arrived in Ismailia. One can't help but wonder whether the mastermind behind the scenes was very familiar with their way of action, so that he was prepared to force the Fist fighters to enter early.

Silence and deathly stillness. The tavern, which had been gradually becoming lively due to the start of the transaction, suddenly fell into an unsettling silence.

At this moment, words of explanation would seem pale and powerless.

This trap is crude and crude, but it is very effective because of the current situation.

Someone knocked over the wine glass, and the crisp sound of the collision was like a spark.

Almost in an instant, the entire silent tavern fell into terrible chaos.

And in the center of this chaotic vortex, Brad and Ivan were surrounded!

Chapter 25 Chain Trap

This is such a lowly and even vulgar method.

Alvin's first reaction was not anger but absurdity, and he even felt a little like laughing.

What is this? Is meanness a passport for mean people? Should those who are despicable carry out their despicable tactics to the end?

Such a low-level slanderous method was actually used openly. Are you not going to use your brain just because you have magic potions and incense?

You know, in the past, even elementary school students who had just learned how to use the internet wouldn't necessarily resort to such foolish tactics to sow discord. Even if the others were temporarily blinded by the potion, wouldn't the hatred still fall on them once they recovered?

But Alvin quickly realized another possibility. If he could ensure that most of the participants could not leave the door when the fight really started, and if the man in black kept his origins secret,

Once the relevant news spreads and undergoes secondary fermentation and distortion, it may indirectly confirm the credibility of the news, thereby achieving the goal of those unknown men in black, which is to push the Fist of Freedom to a high position to attract the most attention and firepower.

So, should I explain it in detail to this group of people who seem to have been blinded by the potion and ambition?

Explain the hell!?!

Killing them all would be a simple and brutal solution.

Salmon nets can't catch the muscular great white shark, let alone the huge killer whale.

After all, the stupidest thing about those conspirators was not the low-level methods they used, but that they included themselves as targets!

If we think optimistically, the dwarf hiding in the dark might come over and offer the Witch King's secret magic to protect himself when he sees how powerful our side is.

Amusing himself with unrealistic amusing thoughts in his mind, Alvin shook his head and stood up from his chair with a subtle expression that was not sure whether it was self-mockery or ridicule at the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Looks like I won't have a chance to have a good drink today." He put down the liquor that he had no interest in at all without any regret.

If it weren't for the purpose of creating a persona, he would prefer sweet drinks such as happy water or mellow tea and coffee.

"Surprisingly, it seems you haven't been affected much by the Moriga Mist."

Brad looked at the strange young man beside him with some surprise.

"What is that?" Looking at the crowd that was slowly approaching, Alvin was so relaxed that he had the leisure to chat with them.

"Two or three years ago, this low-level stuff started circulating in the desert. It's a poisonous potion that makes people feel happy and excited while lowering their rationality and even making their brains stupid. It's usually released through burning incense or mist. Some people become addicted to it and end up spending their entire fortunes to get a whiff of it."

"With targeted training and precautions, extraordinary people can hold out for a while as long as they maintain a strong enough will, but we'd better leave here quickly." Brad explained the relevant information with a serious expression and stood up from his chair.

As a boxer, he naturally had no intention of using weapons. He just rolled up his sleeves leisurely, revealing his dark skin and muscular arms.

Just as Brad said, although most of the people were eager to try, there were also some individuals who were not affected by the fog and retreated towards the door, obviously not intending to get involved in this matter.

"Indeed, the confined environment is good for that guy."

As he spoke, Alvin waved his hands, and an inky color quickly covered his forearms, as if he was wearing a suit of black armor.

Looking at the man in black who was standing on the table and talking nonsense just now, but now blending into the crowd very cunningly, his breathing rate began to change.

In addition to mastering the power of quantity and configuration to reach the state of 'killing with ease', he also slightly modified the original traditional boxing style of the Flowing Stone Fist faction based on his rich combat experience. It was probably the 'slightly' that the founder was not sure about at first sight.

In short, the following is a good opportunity for actual testing.

call--

Accompanied by a long white mist protruding forward like an arrow, Ivan, who was practicing the Flowing Stone Fist faction's breathing method, was the first to exert force.

Although his body was disguised as smaller, his strength had still truly entered the realm of perfection. The dull air in the tavern suddenly exploded with a rumble of thunder, and the crowd was like a surface of water hit by a huge rock, with ripples spreading across it. The wild extraordinary people affected by the potion turned into splashing water droplets and left the ground. Of course, they couldn't help themselves.

To be honest, a superhuman who has lost his composure is much easier to deal with than one who is clear-headed. Considering that these people were just confused, Alvin did not use any heavy hands, but just knocked them away one by one during the charge.

The only one who faced the powerful punch of the force covering the 'hard rock' configuration was the man in black hiding in the crowd.

Originally, the Flowing Stone Fist style's boxing style was characterized by the force of a rock rolling down from a height, using its own weight to unleash even greater power. However, this new style, modified by Ivan, was likely more than just a simple rock rolling down from a height.

To be honest, it's probably more like the feeling of a mountain falling down.

He made full use of the inertia of the charge, used the ground as a base, and poured all his body's strength into the simple straight punch he threw.

The heavy punch, covered with a diamond-like hard surface, directly tore through the air, making a terrifying scream like a dive bomber's 90-degree kamikaze attack.

The expression of the man in black hidden behind the veil froze instantly. The strong oncoming fist wind, before it hit him, had already distorted his face through the veil, as if he dared to open his mouth in a force 12 gale.

It is conceivable that in a few tenths of a second, this guy will be ready to say goodbye to his head.

Surprise replaced the sneer, and fear replaced complacency. If one had the excellent dynamic vision of a high-level transcendent, one could even see the bright red bloodshot spreading rapidly in the whites of the black-clothed man's eyes.

At this moment, Ivan felt a sharp pain like an electric shock passing through his eyebrows. At the same time, Brad's warning came from behind him.

"Be careful! It's a trap!"

Although he was only a hair's breadth away from hitting the target, Alvin turned at an incredible sharp angle, suddenly leaving his previous position as if unaffected by inertia.

The next moment, dozens of invisible shocks came from both the upper and lower directions at the same time, smashing the black-clad man who was still standing in place, as well as the surrounding ground and seats, into pieces.

From a distance, it looked as if a huge but invisible hound suddenly closed its bloody mouth full of jagged fangs.

The man in black who was caught in the act was killed almost instantly, and the adventurers around him broke out in cold sweats and gradually broke free from the influence of the Moriga Mist.

A space was quickly cleared at the spot, and the other man in black who remained at the spot was revealed to everyone's sight.

Although this man was also wearing black clothes and a black robe, he was actually wearing a complete set of metal armor covering his entire body under the wide black cloak. This was rare in the Silent Desert, where the five wizard kings had jointly banned open metal trading.

Apart from that, his face was completely covered by a ferocious hound mask, and no trace of his features could be seen at all.

"The dignified Wrist Blade Blade turned out to be just a hypocritical person who let the young man he just met help him into danger." The stranger in black armor had a hoarse voice as if it had been burned by fire, and it was mixed with the sound of air passing through the gaps in the mask.

The sound sounded like a raven with black feathers suddenly crowing in the night, making people shiver involuntarily.

Ivan tilted his head. Regardless of what Brad thought, if you really think about it, shouldn't the culprit be the person who set the trap?

"..." On the other side, Brad didn't explain much, but just stared at the person who came.

"It's actually you." The Freedom Fist fighter said word by word.

At this moment, his strong body was actually trembling slightly.

But Alvin could see that it was not out of fear or dread, but rather a great anger rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Hayden..." Brad slowly said a name, then he shook his head with an angry smile.

"No, that name died years ago. My fellow brothers died years ago!"

"Now you are only worthy of using the name that belongs to the Witch King's lackey."

"Traitor! Hunter Hader!"

Chapter 26: Fighters Gathering

"Traitor... huh... I haven't heard that name in a long time."

The stranger in black clothing and armor chuckled.

Compared to Brad's anger, he seemed remarkably calm, and his voice even carried a hint of the ease of old friends meeting.

"You're still as bad-tempered as you were seventeen years ago, Brad."

"..."

In contrast to Hunter's relaxed expression, Brad was so angry that he was speechless.

At the same time, Alvin was somewhat curious about the name Hunter Hader.

Judging from the conversation between the two, it seems that the other party was once a free fist fighter like Brad, and even came from the same boxing style.

Moreover, the others present had obviously heard of Hunter's name and they knew very well what this person symbolized.

"Black Nobility..."

"Bloodhound..."

"The genocide..."

For a moment, whispers hummed like the buzzing of flies. Some people even showed fear on their faces and quietly retreated to the door.

"Although this traitor is full of lies, there is one thing he said that is true." Brad tried his best to suppress his anger and walked to Ivan's side.

"Young man, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's a personal grudge between me and this guy."

"Be careful." Alvin took two steps back to make space for the two.

He probably figured out that Hunter's real purpose was not only to spread false information to make the Fist of Freedom a target of public criticism, but also to include one of their generals, Wrist Blade Blade.

For Hunter, if he could keep the other party, that would be the best. If he couldn't, then using false information to put the Fist of Freedom under fire would also be a good idea.

He and the others present were just unlucky people involved.

Although he had no plans to join the battle for the time being, Alvin didn't want to leave. Instead, he saw this as an opportunity, a chance to join the Freedom Fist as a third member.

At the same time, the battle between boxers is about to begin.

Braid approached the empty area in the center of the field, and every step the fighter took left a deep footprint on the stone floor.

Ivan noticed that Brad had completely entered his "kill with ease" state. As his muscular chest rose and fell, a storm-like roar echoed across the room, like the resounding howl of a gale blowing through a canyon.

In contrast, Hunter Hader, who was covered in black armor, also made the sound of a boxer using breathing techniques.

Just like the information revealed in Brad's words just now, the two people who came from the same school had very similar breathing frequencies.

But if the former is a howling desert storm, then the latter is the biting cold wind that blows through the dark cave.

Immediately afterwards, scratches appeared on the ground around Brad, as if an extremely sharp invisible blade was dragging across, making bursts of crisp sounds of breaking through the air.