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eadx ();? The person who came was none other than the beastman who had started a conflict with Ron at the Mercenary Station. To think that they would run into each other again here. It truly was a narrow path for enemies to cross.

The orc glanced at Bagsala, then back at Ron, and snorted coldly. "I was wondering which human had the guts to do this. So it's you, the reckless one!"

Bagsala's petite, lovely body leaned against Ron's, wincing as she looked at the orc with fear in her eyes.

Facing an Orc warrior half a body taller than him, Ron's face didn't change, and he said slowly, "Mister Orc, I don't care about what happened just now, what do you want now? "There must be a first come first serve for everything..."

Many people began to whisper among themselves.

"Hey, look, that fellow is in trouble again..." Staveney whispered as she touched her brother's arm.

Ding Wedi smiled wryly and shook his head, "That fellow Ron, he really brings trouble wherever he goes. Why doesn't he check his identity? Is he worthy?"

Then, he lowered his voice, "This time, we can't help him clean up his butt. He'll solve the problem himself, even if he gets beaten to death by the Beastmen, we won't make a sound. It has nothing to do with us …"

He thought that even if Ron asked for their help, they would stay out of it.

Everyone agreed with Ding Wade's suggestion. Ron was looking for death himself, so don't drag them down.

"Let's see how he will die this time!" There was a cold look on Stephanie's face, and she had disliked Ron from the start, and wished he would die soon.

The orc's gaze fell on Bassala, and he examined her small, perfect figure. His eyes were filled with a fierce lust for possession, and he was unwilling to strip the tiny human girl at once, and then crush her beneath his body as if his life depended on it.

Then he grinned and said in a softer tone, "Bagsala, brother, your name is Bagsala, isn't it? "I'm Torick from the Golden Family of the Beastman Empire, and it's my honor to meet you. Your dance is very beautiful, and I really like you. Come with me, I'll take you as my wife, and you'll get everything you want …"

When he said this, a hint of sincerity could barely be seen in Torick's eyes.

From a human perspective, the Beastmen's Golden Family was a noble family. In the Beastman Empire, the power of the Golden Family was monstrous, and they controlled everything in the Beastman Empire, including politics, economy, and the most important military forces. These important positions were basically under the control of the Beastmen.

"This lucky gipsy woman, her luck is really good. She actually got chosen by a member of the Golden Family of the Beastmen …" Staffany was envious and jealous, and if she could, she wanted to kick Batha away and put herself in her place.

But she also knew that it was impossible. Whether it was her appearance or her figure, she was far inferior to Bassa.

Many gipsy whores in the tavern looked over as well. They discussed in low voices. They were all very familiar with this woman from their race. They were all looking at Bagsalar with a trace of jealousy in their eyes.

As if unaware that she had been struck by a falling fortune, Bagsala flinched back and cast a pleading look at Ron, her tearful eyes filled with stubbornness.

Silence!

For a moment, the entire hall was silent. No one could have imagined that a human girl would dare say such a thing to the Golden Family of the Beastman Empire. Everyone's jaw dropped.

Some people were secretly happy. Although it was impossible for them to become the wives of a member of the Gold family, they still felt comfortable to see others giving up this opportunity.

Ron couldn't resist looking at her, and for some reason there was something about her that attracted him.

Lifting his gaze slightly, Ron looked at Orc Torick and smiled, "Torick, right? You heard it, too, and she refused. I don't think you have any more reason to disturb our drinking? "

The orc Torick's face was extremely ugly. He had never expected that this lowly gipsy would refuse, and when he first saw her, he was surprised by her beauty, which in turn gave birth to a strong possessive desire. Of course, he would never take her as his wife.

Torick turned his head angrily and looked at Ron, a trace of irritation in his eyes. "Human boy, you've been opposing me time and time again. Are you tired of living? I'm warning you, don't cause trouble yourself... "

Ron sneered, "Don't worry, I'm alive and well. As for the trouble, if he wants to find me, I can't do anything about it …"

Torick looked at Ba La and then at Ron, killing intent flashed past his eyes. He sneered and said, "Human brat, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Since you came to our Beastman Empire, then let's solve the problem using the Beastman Empire's method …"

"Orc Empire is a country that worships the use of force. If you want to win the heart of a beauty, you must show your strength …"

Torick paused, then raised his voice and said, "Fight with me, I win. I'll take Bazarera away, I lose, I'll let you deal with him …"

Torick's words were already a formal challenge. If Ron refused to accept them, they would be treated as cowards and would be despised by everyone. Even if Torick forcibly took Barsalas away, no one would say anything.

Looking at the thin and frail Ron, no one in the tavern held any hope. The best outcome for him would be to give up and protect his own life.

As she looked at Ron, she began to struggle violently. Although the Gypsies were not good at fighting, she knew how powerful the orcs were. She didn't want to marry this ugly orc, and she didn't want the boy who had stood up to protect her to die on the spot.

In her heart, she didn't think that this boy, who was not much older than her, would be a match for that strong and ferocious Beastman.

"Mr. Ron."

"I can fight you, but I have no right to gamble the happiness of others."

When Torick heard this, he said nothing and turned away. He was determined to kill this human man who had provoked his dignity time and time again.

With a sneer, Ron followed her out, as did Batha, who was worried about Ron.

The two of them quickly left the tavern. Since they had a duel, the narrow space inside the tavern wouldn't be able to hold it.

It was no wonder that the owner of the pub had his own ingenuity. Beastmen were a martial arts people, and they also loved to drink alcohol, causing trouble when they were drunk. If they were to make trouble while being like humans, then it would be fine, but humans would usually swallow their anger and not argue with the beastmen. However, beastmen were not so easy to talk to.

The fight between the beastmen had gone far, and today, their opponent was actually a human. Everyone felt a sense of freshness.

Seeing that there was a show to watch, the customers in the tavern followed them out. In the Beastman Empire, there weren't many humans that dared to challenge the Beastmen, even though they didn't hold much hope for that young human youth.

"Let's go out and take a look as well!" Ding Wedi's curiosity was piqued. Was this Ron's repeated provocations of the Beastmen relying on something else?

Torick stood in the middle of the arena like an iron tower. Although he looked ugly, his strength was not to be underestimated.

He took out a pair of large axes from his space bags, dark golden light flowed from the axes, and he smiled sinisterly at Ron, "Human brat, if you have any last words, feel free to say it, I don't think you'll be able to leave Sha Ta City alive today …"

"I don't think so."

He was not the least bit affected by the growing aura of the other party.

As he spoke, a streak of black gas suddenly emerged from his hand, and a white bone lance miraculously appeared in his hand.

"Mr. Ron!" Her heart in her throat, she folded her arms across her chest and whispered a prayer for Ron.

The auras of both sides continued to condense. Everyone held their breath as they quietly watched this duel. They suddenly had a feeling in their hearts that this human youth in front of them was not an existence that could not withstand a single blow.

At that moment, Torick moved, taking the preemptive step and lunging at Ron, a long-handled greataxe dancing vigorously, a hundred pounds of it, effortless in the hands of the strong orc.

"Whirlwind Strike!"

The long-handled greataxe smashed down on Ron with a loud whistling sound.

"Boom —"

The giant axe smashed into the ground, producing a loud explosion and creating a large hole in the ground.

The dust cleared, and Ron was long gone.

"Where is he?"

Torick was stunned. Wasn't that guy standing here just now? Why did it disappear in an instant?

"Human magus?" Thief? "

Torick was indeed an experienced and knowledgeable person. Among humans, only the Mage's Teleportation and the Thief's Stealth were able to do this.

Different from humans, beastmen trained in power, which was brought about by their innate talents. Every beastman was born with this power, and they were called the Power of Beasts.

Beastmen were no stranger to human magicians and thieves. They already knew how to deal with them.

The black fog behind Torick suddenly condensed, and a figure gradually appeared. Amidst the thick black fog, a white bone lance suddenly reached out.

Suddenly turning around, Torick raised his giant ax to block Ron's strange blow, but Ron was also scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

Not a Mage, not a Thief, just what was his class?

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