An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

Furious? Is he actually a barbarian?

Indeed, this fighting style is indeed very much like a barbarian, but the wisdom revealed in the details is more like that of an experienced warrior. Interesting, too interesting.

Thinking of this, the old soldier suddenly crossed his arms and said to Noshier calmly.

"Haha, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Your fighting style seems reckless and rough, but it is actually full of wisdom. It is not a result that can be achieved by bravery alone!"

He suddenly pointed to the deformed monster with both arms cut off in the corner. At this moment, the monster had already turned into a corpse due to excessive blood loss, and the old soldier pointed at the corpse and said to Noshier and the surrounding Flame Fist.

"Listen carefully, little bastards! Listen carefully to my analysis of this battle! Because the wisdom in this battle can benefit you for a lifetime!"

The old soldier yelled at the soldiers around him, and the other soldiers immediately stood up straight, ready to listen carefully to the life experience of this old man who has fought many battles.

The old soldier turned his head and said to Noshier.

"I happened to be leading a patrol on this street. We rushed here at full speed from the moment the riot started. Although we were a step late due to the dense crowd, we arrived at the scene in less than three minutes."

"However, you completely ended the battle within three minutes, and you were not even injured. If you were really alone, there would be only one possibility to achieve such a result, that is, you caught them off guard!"

"The arms of this shapeshifter were probably cut off because of your sneak attack. You used its wailing to cause panic among the people, and also attracted our attention and forced the assassins to launch a hasty attack!"

The veteran pointed to the body of the reaper whose head was chopped off again. The magic dagger on the ground that seemed to have been corroded and rusted was the unique symbol of the reaper. The veteran who had fought against the Baal Cult for a lifetime recognized it at a glance.

"An assassin who didn't get the right timing couldn't even beat a rookie warrior in a head-on fight, and even a reaper lost his composure under your pressure!"

"You killed the reaper almost the moment he appeared, and then took the opportunity to quickly kill the other two assassins. One of them had his head chopped off by a flying axe, and the other was beaten to death by a heavy punch. You probably wanted to leave him alive, right? Unfortunately, under the pressure of danger, you were too heavy-handed and directly blew up his head."

Is that man still dead? But it doesn't matter. What's really important now is not the assassin who was beaten up by Noshier, but the veteran.

His guess was completely correct! He actually guessed the whole story just by looking at it! Noshier had to admire the veteran's insight from the bottom of his heart! And the veteran hadn't finished speaking.

"How daring! The whole process can be said to be very thrilling. One wrong step will cause the situation to deteriorate rapidly. This is not a feat that ordinary people can accomplish!"

Yes, one reaper, two night blades, and five shapeshifters. This number and quality have exceeded the limit that he can normally deal with with his current strength.

If he hadn't taken advantage of the surprise attack and forced the reaper to reveal his flaws through the approaching conspiracy of the Flame Fist, his movement route was also restricted by the narrow cellar entrance, and he suddenly used the high-speed burst of the Eagle Totem to behead him the moment he appeared. Without these conditions, it is really hard to say who will win or lose.

No, I will definitely die. If I let those shapeshifters hold me back in front and the assassin ambushed me in secret, I will definitely die!

I can't hold on until the support arrives! I will die!

Veteran: "Maybe I really underestimated you before. I'm so sorry, warrior."

The veteran took off his helmet and extended his right hand to Noshir to show respect. Noshir also came out of his thoughts and immediately extended his right hand to shake the veteran's hand tightly.

"It's just a desperate struggle, Noshir Temariti, just call me Noshir."

Noshir's action made the veteran laugh. To the veteran, Noshir's behavior was a noble mutual respect, which suited his taste very much. The other Flame Fist soldiers around also understood how dangerous the battle was. If it were them, they would have died in the hands of these assassins long ago, so they also looked at Noshir with respect.

"Haha, my name is Palestine, the Burning Palestine. If you have any problems in Baldur's Gate in the future, just come to the Dragon Rock Fortress to find me! "

Ranyan! This title is quite extraordinary.

There is a fixed set of military ranks in the Flame Fist Corps, from low to high they are Flame Fist, Iron Hand, Jingwei, Lieyan, Ranyan and Marshal.

Ranyan is the rank second only to Marshal. The status of the man in front of him can be said to be very high in the entire Flame Fist Corps, but isn't this natural? A warrior who can make such an analysis must be very strong!

"Maybe I underestimated you. I didn't expect that the person in front of me was actually a Ranyan."

Noshier already regretted his arrogance before. When Palestine stood in front of him, he actually wanted to knock him out with his bare hands.

Maybe Palestine is aging, but his combat skills must have become more refined due to the years of training. Being approached by such a high-level warrior at such a close distance, a small fourth-level barbarian himself is There is absolutely no way he can defeat him, especially when he is in the period of weakness after the violent rage.

No, even if there is no period of weakness, and he fights Palestine head-on and activates the berserk, he is probably not his opponent. Even if he has certain attribute advantages after activating the berserk, this advantage alone is not enough to defeat a hundred. War veteran.

"Haha! I was as arrogant as you when I was young, and it was this arrogance that made me!"

Palestine reached into the cloth bag on his waist, took out a token with the sealer's gorgeous flame wrapped around his fist, and threw it directly to Nohir.

"Take this. With this, you can travel to and from the lower city at will without paying city fees. You can also use this to stay directly in the upper city without worrying about being kicked out by the monitors. But the most important thing is, You can meet me directly with this token."

"Come to Feilongyan when you have time, and then I will give you the reward that truly belongs to you."

Nohir raised his hand to catch it and put this gorgeous token in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

[Token of Burning Palestine]

[+1 magic item]

[Enchanting effect: Burning Flame Command]

[Holding this token will bring you great convenience in Baldur's Gate. Your reputation in the Flame Fist Legion will rise to friendship or respect. The token will be difficult to destroy and will remain bright for a long time. ]

"I just killed a few assassins. Is the reward too generous?"

After Nohir played with the token for a while, he said to Palestine, and Palestine explained.

"No, your contribution is by no means as light as you said. You are worthy of this token just for the reaper you killed, and the living shapeshifter you left behind is even more important to Baldur's Gate. It means a lot.”

Palestine was about to speak, but suddenly he realized something, so he did not continue on the topic, but said to Nohir.

"We will hang the corpses of these cultists on the Basilisk Gate for public display. I will also have four elite warriors stay here to prevent other assassins from coming."

"Let's take this shapeshifter away to avoid long nights and nightmares."

Palestine signaled the soldiers to pick up the unconscious shapeshifter, but then Nohir suddenly said.

"I have no problem with you taking this guy away. I'm not good at torture anyway."

"But I hope that after you ask for information, you can also reveal some information to me. I have already offended this group of cultists, and I don't want to know anything about these potential enemies."

Palestine frowned and opened his mouth as if to persuade, but then.

"...Okay, you are indeed in more danger now. I will send some more guards here when I return to Feilongyan. After you and the store manager here are finished, I will have these soldiers escort you to Feilongyan."

Thanks to Giosue, the best in this world, lxa-X, the frost never sleeps, and the spectator L0629 for your support!