593 Yes, That Is Him! (1/2)
The pub was packed with human soldiers. Strong and hard liquors were always the warriors' best friend after all.
”Dore, I had killed two dark ones and seventy spider Zergs!”
”Yeah, right. You think I believe that?”
”Haha…How many did you kill?”
”Our team had gotten a thousand primitives, and twenty-eight dark ones. I have killed three dark ones, one more than you.”
”Oh crap! Haha!”
”Only three dark ones? My captain had killed eight!”
”Yeah, yeah. You are from Zambrotta's elite unit. Why don't you compare with some other elite units?”
”Yea, that's right!”
”Bah, whatever! Let's drink up!”
The door suddenly opened up; the squeak of the door hinges was so loud that it could be heard even against the din of the rowdy soldiers. The newcomers paused for a second after seeing how packed it was in the bar. The owner closed in before they decided to leave. ”Come on in. It's cold out there. A bit crowded today, but everyone is in a good mood. ”
”This will do. Let everyone come in and relax a bit.” The young man nodded and walked in with another dozen human warriors in tow.
No one had seen this group of newcomers before, so they attracted a lot of attention. The clamor in the room turned down a notch.
The new guests were young, and the few girls' goddess-like features had caught all soldiers' attention and silenced the room. No one was expecting to see such beauties in this squalid little joint. However, there was also something else about these girls and their companions that unnerved the soldiers: they looked threatening and sinister.
These soldiers were battle hardened warriors, and therefore, they were particularly sensitive to threats. Although some of them still had a smile on their faces, they tried hard to fight back their fear.
The bartender offered every young guest a shot.
”Yuyu, Yezi, you should have some to warm up.”
The dozen young soldiers pour the drinks down their throat without any hesitation.
”How much?”
”Haha, no worries! Whatever you want to pay. Which unit are you guys from? I think you will need a new set of armors.” The owner of the bar said.
By then, the rest of the soldiers finally noticed the dilapidated condition these young warrior's equipment was in. However, no one laughed at them since these METAL suits were covered with Zerg claw marks, some of which were terrifyingly long and deep. What had they gone through?
”Thank you! ” Wang Tong put four blues on the table and started toward the exit.
A dozen warriors followed their leader and filed out of the threshold. Other than the young leader who had spoken once or twice to the bartender, none of them had spoken a word. When they left the bar, a cold gust blew in, but even that felt warmer than those strange young warriors.
”Who are they?”
”Yuyu, Ye Zi... Those names sounded so familiar.”
The silence of sudden realization hung in the air for half a second as the soldiers remembered who they were. Those two girls were the field medics, and the group they were with was the demon war band that the Zergs were so afraid of!
They were the three hundred person group that had destroyed seven Zerg cities in just one month. And, the leader of the pack was the Wang Tong, the Devil.
At that moment, the manager of the bar rushed to the door while holding a portrait. There were two most popular portraits of everyone's living room walls. One was that of War God, the mysterious Einherjar, and the other of Wang Tong, the heir of the Blade Warrior.
The owner squinted his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the young leader, and then he looked back at the portrait. ”Yes, yes, yes! That it him!”