"Ding-ling-ling!"
An urgent ringing sounded in the night.
The wooden bowl fell to the ground, and the half-consumed orange-red stew spilled across the meadow.
Buzz—
Accompanied by the crisp sound of a sword being swiftly drawn, the steel-gray cold light flashed momentarily in the air.
The next second, the Beheading Longsword was already gripped in Xia Nan's hand.
Beside him, Alton reacted just as swiftly.
Just moments ago, he was cheerfully sharing tales of his hometown with Xia Nan. The instant the alarm sounded, his expression turned serious.
His two legs almost seemed to leave afterimages.
With agile movements, he had already leaped onto the top of the roadside carriage.
While glancing in the direction from which the sound came, his hand already held a mini and exquisite lute.
The Half orcs' cheerful, lively nature didn't mean they were fools to be bullied.
