Next, Sean and Ragner played two more games, without exception, and each time Sean defeated the opponent 'easily'.

At least on the surface, but Sean himself could feel that Ragner was making rapid progress. He was a strong and tough young man, and obviously had been trained for many years. He was definitely not "playing around" as he said.

The only thing Ragner lacks is probably practical experience. He has a very good understanding of combat. Every time Sean uses the "big move" to defeat the opponent, in the next confrontation, Ragner can use similar moves as if they were decent. Perhaps there is still some lack in details, but it is undoubtedly very close in general form.

Sean was not surprised that the combat skills used by the Nords were not inherently unfathomable and complex movements.

The simpler the move, the more effective it is. With thousands of times of training, it can be transformed into a killing skill. From this point of view, Ragner is undoubtedly a genius, completely different from the experience he gained through cheating.

However, Sean himself has made great progress. Not only did he fully master the methods of using these combat skills in the confrontation, but his muscles are also evolving towards a warrior rather than a fitness enthusiast.

With a bang, Ragner was fucked to the ground again. This time, Sean attacked a little harder. Ragner fell to the ground and got up for a long time.

Sean said in a fake manner: "How is it? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

Ragner looked at him angrily, "I will defeat you."

Sean thought to himself that it was really not accurate. With Ragner's progress, the technical gap between the two will soon be widened to a point where they are not far apart. However, the physical and strength gap between him and Ragner is difficult to level in a short period of time. This guy is a beast, and unless he can obtain some kind of strengthening, there is no way.

Sean recalled the contents of the book and thought of one.

Blood-drawing beast, this thing can collect blood from the source in the body. The blood from the source can not only treat diseases, heal wounds, but also break limbs and regenerate, but also be used to strengthen muscles, muscles, bones and body.

It is simply a magical existence like a panacea. According to Medolian, [this magical liquid can transform its body according to the will of the drinker. As long as it is operated properly, it can even turn the drinker into a ‘superman’.]

The only problem is that this transformation is irreversible. Meadorian conducted several bold experiments, and in the end the experimenters all experienced different degrees of alienation and fell into the madness and bloodthirst of beasts. He eventually had to "treat" them. As for how to deal with it, Sean knew what was going on without guessing.

So Sean didn't plan to try it easily.

But it doesn't matter. You can absorb more memory fire. Olaf is just an ordinary Nord berserker. Although he has experienced many battles, he is not the strongest. There must be a stronger man who is stronger than him. Maybe he has a magic profession. At that time, he will go directly to the magic route. No matter how hard Ragner strengthens, he will be a physics warrior, which is not worth worrying.

Seeing that it was already noon, Ragner suggested having a drink together.

Sean was very alert to drinking, but after fighting for a long time, he couldn't help but become a little hungry.

"Okay, then just have a drink-just one."

When the two arrived at the tavern, there were fewer guests inside, but it was still quite lively.

A group of Nord men were fighting for wine. When they saw the two of them coming in, they immediately cheered. A drunkard with hideous claw marks on his face raised his glass to Ragner.

"Let us welcome together, Ragna - Bear Slayer - Great Wasteland Hunter - Virgin Conqueror - Lord Lord Nordforson!"

Ragner punched the drunk man and asked him to lie directly under the table. Everyone calmed down and were stunned. Ragner blew his fists, "I also need to add the 'the one who beat Scar Wilson'."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Even the guy named Wilson laughed, flowing down from the corner of his mouth regardless of the blood. Sean was speechless. The communication methods of these Nords really made him feel uncomfortable.

A wine glass was stuffed into his hand.

A Nord man who looked as strong as a bear, looked at him vaguely: "Brightonian--a friend? or a stranger?"

Sean understood what he meant, raised his glass and drank it all in one go.

This action attracted a burst of cheers. The Nords' thinking was that simple. Those who drank together were friends. If they had happened to this situation in the past, Sean would probably turn around and leave. But today, he felt that he could get involved properly...

His empty wine glass was immediately filled with it. Sean hesitated for a moment. He felt that the glass of wine just now had no smell and he should be able to hold on...

Sean slowly woke up from his hangover, and his first feeling was a splitting headache.

He touched his head, and his memory of what had happened before was a little clear. He drank a lot of wine, and he remembered that he seemed to be singing with someone, and it seemed to be a fight with someone. By the way, he seemed to kiss someone...

Then he was cut off, all of the memories were so vague that they were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which ones had actually happened and which were dreams.

Suddenly itched on his chest. As soon as Sean lowered his head, he saw a long light golden hair, two snow-white arms exposed under a blanket, and a piece of calves slid out from under the blanket. The symmetrical curve looked particularly attractive.

It was Aegsha. Sean recognized the color of the hair at a glance. He now remembered who the person he was kissing was.

He was a little embarrassed at this time, not sure whether to get up or continue to lie down.

Until Aegsha let out a moan and slowly raised her head, her blue eyes shining with water.

"Hey, good morning, stranger."

"Good morning, Agsha," said Sean, trying to make himself look natural.

The woman did not look at him, but instead laid her face on his chest, as if she wanted to sleep. However, Sean felt the woman's warm body and responded, which made him feel a little embarrassed. The woman also felt something. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a cramped look on her face.

Before he could explain anything, Aegsha had already crawled on him like a cat...
Chapter completed!