With a dull sound, the wooden stick hit Sreta's back and shoulders hard.

Sreta suffered pain and fell forward under the force.

The strength to smash the Sreita wooden stick is quite strong, or Sreita is so young and has such a delicate figure, how could it withstand the hard attack of ordinary people?

Sreta fell to the tavern floor, and the injured slave men lying on the ground were first aware of it. They looked back and couldn't help but stare at it.

I saw a strong body, full arm muscles, and a scar on his face standing behind Sreta with a wooden stick.

His eyes were cold, but he could not hide his anger.

The man had something to do when he just went out and just returned to the tavern, he saw a brother die at the door. How could he not feel uncomfortable?

Now when I entered the tavern, I saw such a terrible battlefield again. A few days ago, my brother who was drinking and having fun with me, and my arms were dead, and those who were not yet dead were struggling.

Looking at these unknown people, he was very angry and picked up the wooden sticks on the tavern floor and went forward to help.

However, he saw a petite figure staring in a daze in the middle of the tavern.

He looked at the little figure wearing a hooded cloak, and was afraid that the slave man who came with the cloak was a member of the way, so he hit Sreta with a stick.

Fortunately, he started a little lighter and did not really dare to hit Sreta's head.

After all, this little figure is a child no matter how you look at it, so you feel a little soft.

"Little...Little Master!"

The slave men who fell to the ground couldn't help but exclaim and wanted to get up, but the pain made them look hideous and in great pain.

The other slave men who were fighting heard someone shouting, "Little Master" exploded in their minds like thunder.

The slave men stopped and looked back.

They saw that Sreta was hit to the ground, and his body was not moving, and they didn't know what the situation was, and everyone looked frightened.

These tavern workers would not know what Sreta was in the hearts of these slave men.

They are the masters and the ones who give them the chance to regain their life.

Now that Sreta is attacked behind, the slave men's fighting spirit has been reduced by half.

Even Noch dropped his sword and was about to run towards Sreta's position. Blood from his arms rushed to the floor, and he ignored it. He seemed to have no sense of the pain on his body.

Sreta's life is ten thousand times more precious than them!

But after Wizard No, he immediately did not dare to move after running a few steps.

Because the man actually stepped forward and grabbed Sreta with one hand. Sreta was like a weak bird, with her feet hanging from the ground, and was picked up by someone at will.

The scar on the man's face was very ugly, and he smiled angrily incredulously.

"My God, little master? Could it be that this little guy instructed you to do things?"

Noqi yelled: "Let her go!"

"Hmph! Dream." The man lifted the pliers and pressed Sreta with his arms to prevent her from waking up and struggling later.

Although this little body obviously looks powerless.

"You guys, looking at your face, I don't even have any familiar faces... Who are you?"

"It's all your business!" Noqi was furious and took a few steps closer to compete with the man for Sreta.

But the man was no longer afraid at this time and laughed: "It seems that more than ten taverns in the capital have been tortured by troublemakers recently. It was you guys who did it? Hey, don't get close anymore, don't blame me for being rude when you get close!"

As the man said that, the man had a strong arm, Sreta's chest was pinched by the man, and when his chest was squeezed, he felt unable to breathe.

Sreta was knocked unconscious, but suddenly choked. Youyou woke up and saw her feet off the ground. Listening to the man who controlled her behind her back, his mind gradually came back.

Seeing Sreta in the opponent's hands, Noqi gritted his teeth and looked like he wanted to go forward and fight with his opponent. Even though he looked around him, Noqi could not be the man's opponent.

But Nochi had no such concern at all. His idea was very simple, just save Sreta.

Without Sreta, there would be no Nochi on the field, and there would be no slave man on the field.

Everyone was eager to save Sreta.

"What's the point of clamping a child? I have the affair with me!" A slave man was angry.

The man laughed again: "Do you really think I'm so stupid? I was afraid of hitting the wrong person. After all, how could a child participate in this kind of thing? I didn't expect you to say "Little Master, I don't understand what it is? As long as this child is in my hands, I believe you won't dare to move around, right?"

As soon as these words were said, everyone's faces were angry but not dared to speak. Even the injured slave man who fell to the ground lowered his head in shame.

Because the "little master" was the one he shouted, if it weren't for his exclamation, Sreta wouldn't have been targeted.

Everyone in the tavern was stunned at this time.

The tavern workers had the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief and were not in a hurry to fight back, even though there were too many dead brothers that made them very sad.

But the man who clamped Sreta said it was right. As long as Sreta was in the hands of the man, it would be equivalent to clamping the throats of all slave men.

The slave man was full of indignation and wanted to exchange himself for others, wanting to switch between himself and Sreta.

But they dare to think about this kind of thing because there is no need for them to do this.

Noqi gritted his teeth: "What do you want?"

"How is it?" the man snorted coldly, "Of course I'm waiting for my brother to call the city guards. Then you will die! You kill my brothers in the tavern. I will kill you one by one later and chop your bones out and feed the dog at my door!"

The slave men didn't know what to do. If Sreta was not in the hands of people, they could run away even if they couldn't beat them.

But the current situation is.

They can beat them, but they can't fight, let alone run...

It seems that I can only wait to die.

Noqi was simple in his mind, but he didn't care about that much, and he cursed: "You turtle grandson, bastard, I'll fuck you! If you have the will of you, let her down, I will fuck your eggs with one punch!"

The man ignored it at all, but his arm was tightened again, and Sreta was squeezed so hard that he choked again.

Noqi's face changed suddenly. He knew that the man was threatening him, but he didn't seem to be waiting for death. But is there any way he could solve the current dilemma?

Sreta slowly raised his head, half of his eyes exposed under the overly large hood. She glanced around the tavern and saw that the tavern workers were already supporting each other, holding the weapons and fighting back at any time.

The men who bought the slaves themselves were full of worry and most of the fighting was exhausted.

Obviously... I almost won by myself.

How can we fail because of our own reasons?

Sreta was unwilling to give up, especially what had just happened made her angry, her eyes full of tyranny.
Chapter completed!