Chapter 5 Chapter 3 The Last Straw
"He knows you," Morik said boldly when he rejoined Wulfgar, late in the evening, fresh from his adventures in the shabby, booze-smelling safehouse.The big man was down on his second bottle when the thief caught up with his friend at the pier, "And you know him too."
"He thought he knew me," Wulfgar corrected, slurring every word.
He was wobbly and having a hard time sitting still, obviously drinking more than usual for being an hour early.He and Morik had left the Cutlass, and Wulfgar had taken two bottles with him.Instead of walking straight to the docks, the barbarian wandered the streets, and soon found himself in a more exclusive area of Luskan, where prominent families and merchants lived.No city guard came to drive him away, because there was erected a public platform called the Prisoner's Carnival, a place where prisoners were publicly punished.On this stage tonight is a petty thief who is repeatedly asked by his torturers whether he is guilty or not.When he answered in the negative, the torturer used a pair of giant scissors to snap off his little finger.The little thief's answer to the repeated question attracted more than 20 spectators to howl in approval. I think this kind of public display happens every day.
Of course, admission of guilt was not an easy escape for the poor man.He lost his entire hand, one finger at a time, and the crowd cheered and jeered happily.
But Wulfgar didn't.No, the sight before him represented too much to the barbarian, catapulting him back to that time, back to the depths of Errtu and the helpless agony.What tortures he knew there!Sliced and jabbed with blades, whipped, beaten to the brink of death, then restored to health with healing magic by one of Errtu's evil minions.His former finger was bitten off and then reattached.
Now the sight of the unfortunate thief brought all this back to him vividly.
That anvil.Yes, that was the worst, most excruciating physical torture of all that Errtu could bestow upon him, when the gigantic devil, because he had no This method will become a reserved item when you lose your temper due to torture methods.
The anvil was as cold as ice, and it felt like a fire burning in Wulfgar's lap as Errtu's powerful men pushed him up, forcing him to straddle it with his bare back.
Then Errtu would slowly approach him, stand menacingly in front of him, and in one simple, sudden motion thrust a stick of a spiked awl into Wulfgar's open eyes, stinging the eyeballs, It made the savage feel sick and miserable.
And of course, Errtu's men would heal him and make him whole so they could repeat the fun again next time.
Even now, though far removed from Errtor's depths, Wulfgar often woke up, curled up like a child, clutching his eyes in pain.Wulfgar knew only one way out of this pain.So, he ran away with his bottle, the burning liquid that only swallowed to blur his memories.
"Thought he knew you?" Morik asked suspiciously.
Wulfgar stared at him blankly.
"The one at the Cutlass," Morik explained.
"He made a mistake," Wulfgar said vaguely.
Morik gave him a suspicious look.
"He knew who I was," the big man admitted, "not who I am now."
"Deudermont." Morik explained why.
Now it was Wulfgar's turn to see confusion in his eyes.Morik knew most of Luskan's families, of course - thieves lived on information - but what puzzled Wulfgar was that he knew of an obscure sailor who was just passing through the port (Wulfgar thought Deudermont was such a person).
"Captain Deudermont of the Sea Sprite," Morik explained, "is well known and feared among the pirates of the Sword Coast. He knows you, and you know him."
"I sailed with him once... some time ago," Wulfgar admitted.
"I have some friends, those treacherous fellows at sea, who shot generously just to see this man destroyed," Morik remarked, bending over the seated Wulfgar, "maybe we can use your fellow The closeness of this person takes some advantage."
As soon as the words escaped Morik's mouth, Wulfgar stood up quickly, and thrust his hand heavily toward Morik's throat.Although his legs wobbled unsteadily, Wulfgar still had enough strength to lift the rogue off the ground with one arm.After a few quick strides, he slammed Morik against a warehouse wall, the rogue's feet inches from the ground.
One of Morik's hands was thrust into a deep pocket at this moment, within close proximity of a menacing knife he knew he could plunge into the drunken Wulfgar's heart in no time.But Morik fought back the desire, for Wulfgar wasn't pressing so hard anymore, and the barbarian didn't want to hurt him.Besides, the Rogue retained some memories that bothered him - the dark elves had maintained an interest in Wulfgar.How was Morik going to explain to them that he had killed this man?What would happen to the Rogue if he didn't handle the job well?
"If you ask me one more time about that, I'll—" Wulfgar let Morik fall back to the ground, dropping an incomplete threat.He turned back to the sea and dashed forward drunkenly, nearly falling off the pier as he wobbled and lost his balance.
Morik stroked his bruised throat, startled by the explosive force for a moment.But when he thought of this, he just nodded.He had been exposed to a painful wound because of the unexpected appearance of an old friend of Wulfgar's, Deudermont.Morik knew that this was a typical struggle of the past with the status quo, for he had seen many people suffer from it time and time again, throwing their blood status to the ground. The bottom of the bottle.These feelings are due to the presence of the captain
And coming, this man who had sailed with him was a deep pain for Wulfgar.The savage cannot bring his present situation into line with what he once was.Morik smiled and let him go, the rogue already well aware that this emotional battle of past versus present was far from over for his big friend.
Perhaps the present situation would prevail, and Wulfgar would heed Morik's hinted profitable advice about Deudermont.Or, if that wasn't the case, then Morik would act on his own, using Wulfgar's connection with the man to his own advantage without the barbarian knowing.
Morik forgave Wulfgar for his attack.For this time...
"So, do you want to sail with him again?" Morik asked, lowering his voice on purpose.
Wulfgar sat down with a plop, and then stared distrustfully at the rogue through those dim eyes.
"We've got to keep our wallets full," Morik reminded him, "you've already experienced the boredom of living with Alan and the Cutlass Tavern, maybe a few months of sailing— —”
Wulfgar waved him to silence, then turned his head and spat into the sea.After a while, he bent down below deck and began to vomit.
Morik looked up at him with a mixture of pity, disgust, and anger.Yes, the rogue knew now that he was going to Deudermont, whether or not Wulfgar was part of the plan.He'd use his friend to find the weakness of Sea Sprite's notorious captain.Morik felt a pang of guilt inside him as he realized this.Wulfgar was his friend, after all, but this was the streets of Luskan, and a sensible man would not give up the chance of a pot of gold so easily.
"Did you 'stink' Morik?" was the first thing Tiannini, the tattooed pirate, asked after waking up in an alley.
Krip Sharkey, who was next to him in the rubbish, watched his companion curiously, and then explained the remark. "'Think,' my friend, no," he corrected.
"Did you 'stink' he did?"
Krip propped himself up on his elbows, sniffed and looked around, his one-eyed gaze wandering through the foul-smelling alley.
As apparently no answer came, Tianini slapped Krip hard on the back of the head.
"What are you doing?" the other pirate grumbled, trying to turn around, but the only result was that his face was on the ground first, and then he slowly rolled over, lying on his back and staring at his foreign-born man. Friends of Banqulan people look at it.
"Did Morik do it?" Tiannini asked. "Kill Deudermont?"
Krip coughed out a mouthful of phlegm and tried to control his body to sit up. "Bah," he snorted suspiciously, "Morik is a scumbag, but surely he's no match for Deudermont, and the more likely outcome is that he'll be brought down by the captain."
"Ten thousand gold coins." Tiannini lamented, because he and Krip had always hoped to kill Deudermont before the Sea Sprite left Luskan, so they generously made a reliable promise of nearly ten thousand gold coins , and I am sure that such a reward will make the pirates very happy to complete this task.Krip and Tiannini had decided early on that Morik should end the job, so they would pay him seven-tenths of what he was paid and share the remaining three among themselves.
"I've always thought that maybe Morik could handle Deudermont pretty well," Krip continued, "and maybe the little mouse wants to play tricks and doesn't know he's already doing it. If Deudermont likes Mo Rick's friend, then he may relax his vigilance to a large extent."
"You 'stink' should we do it?" Tianini asked with interest.
Krip looked at his friend.He giggled as the Banquran continued to wrestle with language, even though Tiannini left his island as a boy to sail with men until now.Those who had owned him before, those murderous eight-foot-tall Qulans had no tolerance for half-breeds, and had always treated him as an inferior.
Tiannini made a quick puff and then smiled, and Cripp didn't ignore the offer.No other pirate in the seas could wield a weapon better than Tiannini, a long empty tube that the tattooed pirate called a blowgun.Crip had once seen his friend blow an arrow across the broad deck of a ship and hit a fly on the side of the ship.Tiannini also had a vast knowledge of poisons, which Krip believed was a legacy of living with the Qulan people in a foreign land, and the venom was applied to the paws of the cats he used as darts.It's a poison that human priests don't know and can't deal with.
One well-placed shot could make Krip and Tiannini quite rich, perhaps even rich enough to get their own ship.
"Can you prepare a particularly dangerous poison for Mr. Deudermont?" asked Crip.
The half-Qulan man with the tattoo smiled. "You 'stink' and we'll do it ourselves," he declared.
Alan Juddpage sighed when he saw the badly damaged door through which the guests had flown out of the Cutlass.The hinges of the door were twisted so that the door could no longer rest straight against its jambs.Now it's tilted up there and can't close well.
"Another bad mood," commented Josie Pardus, standing behind the boss. "Today a bad mood, tomorrow a bad mood. That guy always has a bad mood on top of his head."
Allen ignored him and walked along the corridor to the door of Delly Curdy's room.He put his ear to the wood and heard a soft whimper coming from the other side.
"He pushed her out of the room again," Josy spat. "Huh, that dog."
Allen glanced at the little man, though his own thoughts were not far off.In the end, Josy's complaints did not sway the shopkeeper.He understood that this man had developed a particularly strong hostility towards Wulfgar, probably out of jealousy, which seemed to have been controlling Josy's actions.Delly Curty's low sobs cut deeply into Allen's irritated heart, and he treated the girl like his own daughter.At first, he had been delighted by the budding relationship that had developed between Delly and Wulfgar, and despite all of Joyce's protests, he had been enamored of the girl for years.And now it seems that those protests seem to be a bit of a reality for them, because Wulfgar's subsequent behavior towards Delly has brought a little bitter taste to Ellen's mouth.
"He's costing far more than he's bringing in," Josy continued, leaping sharply to keep up with Alan, and when Wulfgar headed resolutely to his own room at the end of the corridor, "smashed that There are many things, and honest guests don't want to come to the Cutlass anymore, because they fear their heads will be broken."
Allen stopped in front of the door, turned around and said sharply to Josie, "Shut your mouth." His instructions were concise and firm.After that, Allen turned back to the door and raised his hand as if to knock on the door, but he changed his mind again, pushed the door and walked in.Wulfgar lay sprawled on his back, still fully clothed and smelling of alcohol.
"Alcohol again." Allen lamented.There was genuine sadness in his voice, for no matter how angry he was with Wulfgar, Alan felt responsible for the situation.It was he who had introduced Wulfgar to wine before, but he hadn't realized how desperate the big man was then.The tavernkeeper understood now, he understood the utter desperation Wulfgar had left after escaping the agony of his past.
"What do you want?" Josy asked.
Ellen ignored him, walked over to the bed and began to shake Wulfgar roughly.A second later, his third shake finally caused the Savage to lift his head and face Alan, though his eyes were barely moving away.
"You've been fired here," Alan said frankly and calmly, shaking Wulfgar again, "I can never let you stay in my place and do that to my friends again. You Just pack up all your own stuff tonight and leave me anywhere because I don't want to see you in public anymore. I'll put a bag of money in your room to help you out Started over elsewhere. At least I owe you that much."
Wulfgar didn't answer.
"Did you hear what I said?" Allen asked.
Wulfgar nodded and murmured to let Allen go away, and the barbarian waved his arm to make clear the request. Although this movement was very slow for Wulfgar, it was still very easy and effective. Push Allen away from the bed.
Sighing again, shaking his head again, Allen left.Josie Pardus spent some time studying the huge figure on the bed and the room that surrounded him, especially the noble hammer that stood far away in the corner of the wall.
"I owe him all the time." Captain Deudermont said to Robilla, the two of them were standing by the pier, very close to the Sea Sprite under repair.
"Because he once sailed with you?" the mage asked suspiciously.
"More than that."
"Because he worked faithfully on your ship," Robillard explained, "but you didn't pay him? You took him and his friends all the way to Memnon and back. "
Deudermont bowed his head in thought, then looked up at the mage. "I don't owe him any money or business agreements," he explained, "but because we became friends."
"You hardly knew him."
"But I know Drizzt Do'Urden and Catti-brie," Deudermont pleaded. "How many years have they sailed with me? Can you deny our friendship?"
"but--"
"How can you deny my responsibility so quickly?" Deudermont asked.
"He's neither Drizzt nor Catti-brie," replied Robilar.
"Of course not, but he's a friend of theirs and a man who is in great need."
"Then who refused your help." The mage ended the conversation.
Deudermont lowered his head again to consider the seemingly correct words.Wulfgar had indeed turned down his offers of help.The savage's attitude made the captain privately admit that no matter what he said or did, the chances of pulling Wulfgar up from his spiraling fall were slim.
"I've got to try it," he said after a moment, but didn't raise his eyes distractedly.
Robillard did not try to argue with him.The mage could tell from the captain's decisive tone that it was not his job.He had been hired to protect Deudermont, and that was what he was supposed to do.But the mage still estimated that the Sea Sprite should be far away from Luskan soon, and far away from this partner named Wulfgar, which would be beneficial to both of them.
He pays attention to the sound of his breathing, gasping in fact, because he's never been so scared before.A slip, an inadvertent noise would have awakened the strong man, and he suspected that any feeble explanations he could make afterwards would fail to keep him safe.
Something bigger than fear had been motivating Josie Pardus.He hated this man more than anything.Wulfgar had taken Delly from him—at least from his fantasies; The Knife Tavern, which Josie Pardus had always considered her only home, was completely bankrupt.
Josy couldn't believe that this huge, angry savage would obey Allen's orders, and chose to leave without fighting. He knew from the people's arguments and quarrels how destructive this fight would be if it started .And Josy knew better that if conflict came to the Cutlass Tavern, he would most likely be the first target of Wulfgar's anger.
He opened the door a crack.Wulfgar was still lying on the bed, in almost the same position that Josy and Aaron had seen two hours earlier.
Aegis-fang leaned against the corner of the far wall.Josy stared shudderingly, imagining the mighty hammer spinning against him.
The little fellow crept into the room, then paused to consider the small bag of money Alan had left by the door next to Wulfgar's bed.After drawing a large knife, he put his fingertips on the Savage's back, just below the shoulder blades, felt a heartbeat, then replaced his fingertips with the tip of the knife.He told himself that all he had to do next was hit hard.All he had to do was drive the knife through Wulfgar's heart, and his troubles would be over.The Cutlass Tavern would live on, as it had before the devil came to Luskan, and Delly Curty would be his.
He tilted the blade.Wulfgar turned his back only slightly, the big man was soundly asleep.
What if he missed the target?Josy thought of this suddenly with panic.What if his stab just hurt this person?The imaginary vision of an angry Wulfgar jumping from the bed into the corner yanked the assassin's strength out of Josie's knees, causing him to nearly fall over the sleeping savage.The short man slid away from the bed in an instant, turned and walked towards the door, trying not to cry out in horror.
He forced himself to calm down, remembering that his fear came from imagining what was going to happen that night, that Wulfgar would go downstairs to confront Alan, that the barbarian would destroy the Cutlass with that terrible hammer and everyone here.
Before Josy realized what he was doing, he rushed across the room with great courage, lifted the heavy hammer, and held it like a child.He ran out of the room and left the tavern by the back door.
"You shouldn't have brought them here." Allen blamed Josie Pardus again.And as soon as he finished speaking, the door leading to the private quarters in the hall was flung open to both sides, and Wulfgar walked in with a haggard look.
"Bad mood." Josie said, as if to justify Alan's reprimand.He had invited some friends to the Cutlass tonight, a strong-limbed burglar named Reeve and his equally fierce companions, including a thin man who was not a fighter—for he had soft hand, Alan thought he had seen the man before, wearing only a smooth-faced robe with no outer trousers and jacket.Reeve and Wulfgar had made an affair, because Reeve and a pair of his friends were working as bodyguards at Ellen's on the first day the barbarian arrived at the Cutlass.When they tried to force Wulfgar out of the tavern by force, the barbarian sent him flying across the room with a single blow.
Allen's eyes didn't narrow down.He was just a little surprised to see Wulfgar here, but he still hoped to be able to control this event with words alone.A fight involving an angry Wulfgar would cost the operator a fortune.
Those who had gathered in the hall fell silent together as Wulfgar approached.The big man stared at Allen distrustingly, and threw a bag of money on the bar with a bang.
"That's all I can give you," said Alan, who recognized the bag he had left for Wulfgar.
"Who wants this?" Wulfgar replied, sounding as though he had no idea what was about to happen.
"I told you," Alan began, then paused to pat the air with his hands, as if trying to calm Wulfgar, despite the fact that the brawny barbarian didn't seem agitated at all.
"You can't stay here anymore," Allen explained, "I've fired you."
Wulfgar didn't respond to his words, just eyeing the tavernkeep intently.
"Now I don't want any more trouble." Allen clapped the air again as he explained.
Wulfgar didn't press the matter any further, though the big man was indeed simmering with anger.He noticed a movement from Josie Pardus, which seemed to be an obvious signal, and surrounded himself with five or six strong fellows, forming a semicircle around the barbarian, two of whom Wulfgar recognized as It turned out to be Allen's former subordinates.
"Don't be in trouble!" Allen said emphatically, targeting Josie's thugs more than Wulfgar.
"Aegis-fang," Wulfgar muttered.
Josy stiffened after knocking over a few chairs in the tavern, and he prayed that he should have hidden the hammer somewhere safe, far out of Wulfgar's summoning range.
A moment passed; the hammer did not materialize in Wulfgar's hands.
"It's in your room." Allen reminded.
With a sudden and rough movement, Wulfgar slapped the bag of money to the ground, splashing it everywhere. "Do you think this money is enough?"
"More than I owe you." Allen began to get angry.
"Is the Fang of Aegis worth so much?" Wulfgar asked skeptically.
"It's not for Aegis's tooth," Allen stammered, feeling that the situation had deteriorated quite quickly, "That one is in your room."
"If it was in my room, I should have seen it by now," Wulfgar replied, leaning forward threateningly.Josy's band of thugs moved closer again, two drew their cudgels, and a third put chain gloves on his fists. "Even if I didn't see it, it would have come from there at my beck and call." Wulfgar said why, and then he called out again, louder this time, "Aegis-fang!"
Nothing happened.
"Where's my hammer?" Wulfgar demanded of Alan.
"Get out of here, Wulfgar," the tavernkeep begged, "Get out of here. If we find your hammer, we'll bring it to you, but go now."
Wulfgar knew something was coming sooner or later, so he baited it.He reached across the counter to grab Aaron's throat, then jerked back and snapped his arm back just in time for the assailant who had come under his right armpit, Reeve, who had received a hard blow to the face. A flying elbow.Reeve became shambling and stumbling until Wulfgar grabbed his arm and hit him again, sending him flying.
Purely on instinct, the Savage turned his body back and raised his left arm defensively.Almost simultaneously, one of Reeve's henchmen rushed forward and slammed a stubby stick on Wulfgar's forearm.
In a blink of an eye all pretense and stance was gone, and the five villains charged Wulfgar in unison.The barbarian yelled at Aegis-fang repeatedly and ineffectively as he began to swing his mighty fists and kicks at the foe.A few times he even slammed his head forward hard enough to meet one of his attackers on the nose, and then again, hit the other guy on the side of the head, knocking him out of his old Far.
Delly Cody screamed while Ellen repeatedly yelled "NO!"
But Wulfgar did not hear them.Even if he could, he wouldn't take the time to heed the order.The Savage had to spend some time and space, for in the short space of time he had taken three blows from each of his opponents.Though his hits and kicks have been getting heavier so far, Reeve's friends aren't new to chirping.
The guests resting at the Cutlass tavern enjoyed this as a recreational brawl, knowing that Wulfgar worked for Aaron.All one has to do is keep oneself out of reach of the twirling brawlers.A man in the far corner stood up and waved his arms vigorously in a circle.
"They're attacking Cutlass employees!" the man yelled. "Arm to arms, guests and friends! Protect Alan and Wulfgar! These rascals are sure to destroy our tavern!"
"God!" murmured Alan Juddpage, for he knew the man who spoke, he knew it was Morik the Rogue, and the fellow was mobilizing everyone to destroy his precious tavern facilities.After shaking his head and letting out a groan of defeat, the helpless Alan squatted behind the bar in a hurry.
As a cue, a huge brawl broke out in the entire Cutlass Tavern.Men and women howled, not having time to discern which side the other belonged to, all they had to do was swing their fists at the nearest victim.
Over at the bar, Wulfgar had to leave his right armpit exposed for a brutal blow as he kept his attention on the left as the man with the short club came toward him again.He raised his hand to miss the first and second blows, then took a step towards the guy and took a hard hit in the ribs, but the Savage's forearm was within reach of the attacker.Wulfgar squeezed him hard and shoved him away, then pulled back hard, all the while bending quickly to punch the wobbly creature in the crotch with his free hand.The man flew high into the air, and Wulfgar threw him out of reach and spun around, looking for a new target.
The one flew far away and hit the other, and they both hit poor Reeve, knocking the big guy sprawled again.
Yet another attacker charged at Wulfgar, punching him sideways.The Savage stared steadfastly and clenched his jaw, ready to strike hard, but the villain wore a chain gauntlet over his fist.A burning pain erupted in Wulfgar's face, and a strong smell of blood filled his mouth.A dazed Wulfgar stretched out his arm, but his fist only hit the attacker's shoulder.
Another man lowered his shoulders and rushed forward with all his strength, hitting Wulfgar's side, but Wulfgar remained as if pinned.A second blow from the gauntlet was coming at his face - Wulfgar could see his blood glistening on the gauntlet's links - but he managed to parry it, despite the There was still a deep and clear wound.
The man who had bumped him, thinking he was safe, leaped to Wulfgar's side and quickly slammed him hard, but Wulfgar let out a contemptuous snarl and moved quickly.He twisted and twisted his left hand so that it passed under the shoulder of the guy who was close to him and grabbed the hair at the back of his head.
The savage roared and began to strike forward, thrashing again and again with his free right hand, while his left hand grabbed the hair of the creature clinging to him to hold him back.The villain in the chain gauntlet stepped back in defense, shielding the blows with his left arm.Seeing an opening he couldn't blind himself to, he lunged forward to deliver another solid blow to the barbarian on the neckbone.The villain should have continued to back off, but now, Wulfgar had regained his stride and balance enough to land him a right hook with all his strength.
The gloved thug's sluggish arms could barely parry the blow.Wulfgar's fist slammed into his defense and struck down the side of his face, sending the guy spinning and falling to the floor.
Morik sat at his table in the far corner, sipping his drink with poise, avoiding every now and then a bottle or body flying by.Despite his apparent composure, the Rogue was worried for his friend, for the Cutlass, because he couldn't believe the brutality and brutality of tonight's fight.It looked as if all the thugs in Luskan had taken a good chance and came out to join in this brawl in the tavern--the word "freedom to fight" has been directly associated here since Wulfgar's arrival, and any Would-be villains are there who come out with scars or get knocked out quickly.
Morik flinched when the chain gauntlet hit Wulfgar in the face, spattering blood.The rogue considered helping his friend, but quickly dismissed the idea.Morik is a clever information gatherer, a thief who survives by his tricks and weapons, neither of which can help him in an ordinary tavern brawl.
So he sat at the table and watched the commotion all around him.Now almost everyone in this house has been enclosed in it.A man was pulling a woman's long, dark hair toward the door.But he barely walked past Morik, as another man hit him on the head with a chair, knocking him to the floor.
When the rescuer turned to the woman, she nimbly picked up a bottle and smashed it into the man's smiling face, then turned and rushed back into the melee, jumping on top of a man and pinning him to the ground, using her Nails raked the man's face.
Morik studied the woman more intently, secretly memorizing her face and considering how her irritable mood might prove pleasant in some future secret rendezvous.
Seeing what happened to his right, Morik quickly slid his chair back and raised his glass and bottle, and two guys rushed straight for his desk, bumped into it and rolled back All the debris hit the side.
Morik just shrugged, leaned against the wall with his legs crossed, and took another sip of his wine.
Wulfgar found himself in some relief after throwing the gauntleted man away, but soon another guy was stalking him, the one hanging beside Wulfgar and holding him tight.He finally gave up trying to break the barbarian's mighty arms.Instead, he took Wulfgar's face with both hands, pulling the barbarian's head toward him as hard as he could, and bit his ear.
After a cry of pain, Wulfgar let out an angry snarl and yanked the man's hair, pulling his head and a small piece of Wulfgar's own ear away.The barbarian put his right hand under the man's left arm, twisting and twisting that arm outward, until the man's grip on Wulfgar's shirt was released.His fingers dug deep into the man's bicep.一阵扭动后沃夫加转而正对着吧台，他用双手将那家伙的头狠狠地砸向吧台的木头，力量如此之大使得那些里衬都被震裂了。沃夫加把那人拉了回来时他几乎没有注意到战斗已经在一瞬间结束了，野蛮人再次将他的脸呯地一声砸在木头上。在耸耸肩发出一声更大声的咆哮之后，沃夫加将那个已经不省人事的凶徒扔得远远的。他转着圈，准备着应付下一轮攻击。
很快地，沃夫加那带有血丝的眼睛开始眯起来。他无法相信眼前的混乱。看上去好像整个世界都疯了。桌子和人在飞来飞去。事实上今晚这里所有的人，有接近一百名顾客，被圈进了这场打斗。对面望过去沃夫加看到了莫里克安静地倚坐在远远的墙边，是不是地翘起腿躲避着那些飞过来的东西。盗贼也注意到了他，并诚挚地向他举了举杯子。
沃夫加突然间稳稳地蹲下。一个家伙从野蛮人背上飞了过去，他原本正想用一块厚重的木板砍向沃夫加的头。
之后沃夫加瞥见了黛丽，她正冲过房间，同时尽其所能地闪避着并呼叫他的名字。就在她冲到向他的途中，一把飞过来的椅子砸中了她头部侧面，直接将她打倒在地。
沃夫加开始向她跑去，但另有一个人突然放低着身子冲向他，撞在他的膝盖上。野蛮人摇摇晃晃地尽力想保持平衡，然而又有一个家伙跳到了他的背上。那个在下面的人用双手一把抱住了他的一个脚踝并开始旋转绞动沃夫加的腿。此时又有第三个人全速冲向他，四个人全都倒在地上，拳打脚踢乱成一团。
沃夫加翻到了最后那个攻击者的上面，用他的前臂向下痛击那人的脸并想以此手段站起身来，但一记重重的践踏落在了他的背上。他又摔了回去，拼命喘着气。那个在他上方看不见的袭击者还想再踹他一次，但沃夫加还维持着自己的意识，翻身滚到了一边，使得那家伙一脚踩在了被暴露出来的自己同伴的胃上。
突然间的移动只是提醒着沃夫加仍然有一个挂在他脚踝上的人需要解决。野蛮人用他那条自由的腿踢着那个人，但是他无法借力，只能尽可能地依靠自己背部的力量，因此他的动作开始猛烈、狂暴起来，拼命地试着把脚拔出来以获得自由。
那人顽固地抱着，绝大部分原因是他太害怕了以至无法放手。沃夫加又采取了另一种不同的方法，他抬起他的腿拎起那个家伙，然后再次直直地踢出去，从而使自己的腿从对手的控制之中稍微地摆脱了一些出来。与此同时，野蛮人将他的另一条腿转到那人的背后，并将两踝勾在了一起。
这时有第二个流氓跳到了野蛮人的身上，抱住了他的一只手臂并借着自身的重量向下扯着，而第三个家伙也以相同的方法对付着另一条胳膊。沃夫加野蛮地打击着他们、绞着自己的手臂。当发现这样做用处不大时，他只是大吼了一身并将双臂直直推开，旋转手肘到一个合适的角度后把两人都举到了自己魁梧的胸前。同时沃夫加夹紧了他那有力的双腿。脚下那个人疯狂地挣扎对抗着这股力量，他想要叫喊出来，但从唯一他那里传来的是一声巨大的肩膀脱臼声。
在感觉到脚下的纠缠已经结束后，沃夫加扭动着双腿脱出控制，然后一脚一脚地踢着直到那人远远滚开。野蛮人将注意力转向上面那两个对他又抓又挠的人。凭借着对平凡人类嘲笑的力量，沃夫加伸直了双臂，把那两个恶棍举到了手臂的高度，之后突然将他们拉过头顶，同时地，他的双腿猛地开始转动。这个动力使得沃夫加的身体开始向相反的方向旋转，然后在旋转中他向两边推开双手，在跌跌跄跄站好身形后野蛮人看着那两个摔得一塌糊涂趴在地上的家伙。
仅仅凭着本能的提醒，野蛮人转身迎上了已是非常接近的攻击，他一拳挥了出去。这一拳击中了袭击者，那个戴锁链拳套的人，正面地打在了那人的前胸。那一击的冲击力是巨大的，但沃夫加的转身还是不够快，没能对那个人打过来的一拳进行任何防守，那一拳在几乎同时结结实实地打在了沃夫加地脸上。两个人都在一阵战栗中停了下来，之后那个戴拳套的倒在了沃夫加的胳膊上。野蛮人把他拉到一边脸朝下扔了出去，连同这家伙的意识一起得远远的。
沃夫加知道这一击把他伤得很厉害，因为他的视线旋转着并开始变模糊，使他不得不一直提醒着自己他现在是在哪儿。突然他抬起一只胳膊挡住了把飞过来的椅子，但只是挡住了一部分，有一条椅腿旋转着重重地戳在了他的前额上，带给他的只有更进一步的眩晕。现在他身边的战斗已经开始慢下来了，因为同仍然站在那里拳打脚踢的人相比，躺在地上呻吟的人要多得多，但沃夫加需要另一种缓解，至少应该是一个临时的掩护。他由面前的唯一一条路线冲到吧台边并将它翻了过来，然后一脚迈到了这个障碍物后面。
这一下他同艾伦·贾德佩客来了个面对面。“哦，你今晚可真是做了件不错的事情啊，现在难道不是这样吗？”艾伦向他唾骂道，“每天晚上都会因为沃夫加而打上一架，这可不是件很有趣的事情。”
沃夫加一把抓住了他外衣的前襟。将从蜷缩的吧台后粗鲁地拉起来，毫不费力地举着，然后重重地摔向后墙的酒架上，在这个过程中摧毁了不少昂贵的珍藏。
“应该庆幸你的脸最后挨上的不是我的拳头。”顽固的野蛮人咆哮着。
“或者这样说更好，应该庆幸你没有像欺骗可怜的黛丽那样玩弄我个人的感情。”艾伦立刻吼了回去。
他的言词深深地刺伤了沃夫加，因为他无法对艾伦的指责作出回答，无法正正当当地辩解说关于黛丽·柯蒂被牵扯进来的事他没有一点过失在里面。沃夫加使了点力猛拉了艾伦一把，把他从架子上弄下来，眼睛一眨不眨地盯着酒馆老板。此时他突然注意到了旁边的一些举动，沃夫加扫视过去时看见了一只巨大的非实体化的拳头盘旋在酒馆的空气中。
沃夫加头的一侧被击中了一下，感觉之前的攻击从没有像这次这么重过。他摇晃着抓住了一个放威士忌的架子但又把它推倒了，之后旋转蹒跚着，抓住吧台以支撑自己。
正对着望过去，沃夫加看到了裘西·帕杜斯脸上的表情正在破口大骂。还没回答时，沃夫加注意到那只漂浮的魔法手从旁边向他飞快地袭来。他再次被击中了，感觉到自己双腿开始变软。第三次被打中时他双脚离地飞了出去，重重地撞在后面的墙上。整个世界都在旋转着，他感到自己正在渐渐沉到地板中去。
他被半扛半拉地从吧台后面弄出来拖过地板，所有的打斗都因为看到了强有力的沃夫加最终被打败而在忽然间停了下来。
“到外面去解决。”瑞夫一脚把门踹开说道。就在他转而走向街道时，这家伙发现有一把匕首正架在他的喉咙上。
“早就解决了。”莫里克很随便地解释着，一副好像对所有的一切都显然不关心的样子，但事实上当他一眼瞥见那个瘦瘦的法师开始整理自己的东西时盗贼就已抛弃了自己的镇静。瑞夫雇佣了这个法师作为一个保险。当看到那个法师显然没有进行什么私下的动作之后，盗贼稍微恢复了一些镇静，随着自己的气息喃喃地嘀咕着：“我讨厌法师。”他将注意力转回到瑞夫身上，同时将刀子又向前伸了伸。
瑞夫看看自己抬着沃夫加另一只胳膊的同伴，然后他们一齐很随便地将野蛮人往泥浆里一扔。
沃夫加爬起身，纯粹是仅剩的意志力强迫他回到一种准备就绪的状态。他转回身面向着已经关紧的大门，但是莫里克站在那里抓住了他的手臂。
“不行，”盗贼命令道，“他们不希望你在那里。你能证明什么呢？”
沃夫加准备争辩，但当他看着莫里克的眼睛时他没有找到任何可供争辩的空间。他知道盗贼是对的。他知道现在自己已经没有家了。
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