Chapter 2065 Simple Folk Customs in Grizzly Bear Town

In this tense atmosphere, the "Midgard Tribune" still spared no effort to shake its lips and tongue, and sang praises for the westward colonial movement throughout the article, but did not pay attention to the legitimate rights and interests of the aborigines and their suffering during the colonial movement. To say nothing of the loss would be to add fuel to the fire, inciting an all-out war between the colonists and the natives.

Especially considering that the literati who wrote articles in the newspapers, and the newspaper tycoons behind them, did not have to go to the battlefield to fight the aborigines in person, but could incite others to bleed and sacrifice for their own interests with the stroke of a pen. I suspect that this group of people is just talking nicely, but they may not really regard the "mud-legged people" who pioneered in the west as brothers and sisters.

Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel in his ear, which interrupted Joan's thoughts and made him look away from the newspaper.

Two men dressed in cowboys, holding a deck of cards in each hand, are accusing each other fiercely, as if there is a dispute over gambling.

One of them heard the other party accusing him of cheating, so he overturned the table, spilling the cups and plates on the floor, and the scene became more and more heated.

The people around seemed to be familiar with it, and they were all waiting to watch the excitement.

The tavern owner frowned displeasedly, bent down and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar, put it in his hand, and shouted at the two cowboys: "Get out!"

The two people in the conflict turned their heads and looked over at the same time. The moment they made eye contact with the owner of the tavern, they seemed to realize that the one-eyed man's threat would not just stay in words. He really dared to shoot anyone who dared to make trouble in his shop After killing people, they walked out of the tavern door one after another.

The guests in the tavern rushed to the window by coincidence, stretched their necks to look out, and decided that the good show was not over yet.

Sure enough, the two cowboys stood facing each other on the street, about 30 yards apart, holding a smoothbore shotgun tightly in each hand, staring at each other with murderous intent in their eyes.

"What are they doing?" Audrey asked curiously.

"Of course it's a duel!" Hailar replied in a low voice, with excitement shining in his eyes.

"A duel with a gun?"

"It's more exciting than a sword duel. Life and death can be decided in an instant!" Hailaer added, "Of course, this is just a duel between ordinary people. A shot or two doesn't necessarily bring it down."

"Stimulation is exciting enough, but unfortunately not elegant enough."

Audrey shrugged her shoulders and put her hair back behind her ears. It seemed that the romantic "duel" ceremony originally reserved for the aristocratic class has now become a means for rogues and thugs to fight fiercely in the wild west. A trace of regret.

The scorching sun at noon shone on the faces of the two gunmen, causing sweat to ooze from their foreheads, and they had to squint their eyes to avoid being dazzled by the strong light and being caught by the opponent.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the tavern was no longer noisy, and the silence deepened the tense atmosphere.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the dust swept by the wind swept the street like a long gray dragon.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the two gunmen whose figures were shrouded in dust fired almost simultaneously.

The gunshots echoed in the street. The two shooters were very accurate. One fell forward and the other fell on his back. They were all lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.

The onlookers at the window of the tavern saw the duelists die together, and they got great spiritual satisfaction. They relaxed their tense nerves, whistled excitedly, and discussed the duel just now, and the bar room became noisy again.

The two men dressed as travelers exchanged glances, hurriedly left the tavern, went to the street, approached the corpse furtively, first grabbed the shotgun in their hands, and then searched the body for the money bag.

The local residents in the tavern, seeing the actions of these two foreigners, all had weird smiles on their faces, as if they were waiting for the next good show.

Qiao An noticed the strange expressions of the people, and had a vague premonition that those two guys who wanted to make a fortune were about to be in trouble.

At this time, a black gun barrel suddenly protruded from the window on the second floor of the police station across the street, aiming at one of the men who was touching the corpse, a white light flashed from the muzzle.

At the same time as the gunshots rang out, the man who was groping for the dead body was bleeding blood from one side of his temple, and immediately died on the street.

His companion trembled when he heard the gunshot, jumped up hastily, and ran away.

A tall man with gray temples in a police uniform stood at the window with a gun in his hand, a pipe dangling from his mouth, he reloaded the bullets in a leisurely manner, and fired a shot into the sky seemingly casually.

The lead bullet drew a strange arc in the air, suddenly split into countless shrapnel, and fell down in the air, blasting the fugitive who had just turned into the alley into a sieve, and fell into the gutter dripping with blood.

The sniper on the second floor of the police station put down his musket, sneered while holding his pipe, and shouted back, "Sam! Carl! Go out to collect the body!"

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff!"

Two youths in police uniforms hurried out of the police station and dragged away the four short-lived ghosts whose dead bodies lay on the street.

"The sheriff of this town seems to be a ranger?" Joan looked at the tavern owner.

The tavern owner nodded calmly: "Sheriff Dixie has always hated outsiders, especially those who don't obey the rules."

"This Grizzly Town... tsk tsk, it's really 'simple folk customs'!" Holden mocked casually holding a beer mug.

At this moment, Qiao An felt a wave of magic power in front of him, and then a ball of red light emerged from midair. He held the ball of light to read the letter, then gave his companion a wink, got up and walked out of the tavern.

Hyrule, Audrey, and Holden quickly followed. The four of them left Grizzly Town, and not far from the entrance of the town, they saw two knights in dark green cloaks waving towards them at the edge of the woods ahead.

Joan hurried up to meet them, and recognized from a distance that the two on the opposite horseback were the Walsong brothers and sisters.

"Joan, long time no see!"

Haakon laughed and jumped off the horse, rushed over to hug Joan warmly, and then shook hands with Hailar and Zion siblings one by one.

Slude urged the horse to come over, turned over and got off the saddle. According to the traditional etiquette of the Asa tribe, he folded his hands on his chest and bowed slightly to the four of Joan. Compared with his elder brother, his attitude was polite and indifferent.

"Slude, I know you are in a bad mood, but you can't be so alien to Joan and the others, after all, they are different from other colonists!" Haakon was very displeased with his sister's deliberately indifferent attitude, "Don't forget Now, from Elk Town to Lake Aosta, and then to the Dusk Plain, we have fought side by side, a life-threatening friendship!"

"When we face a common enemy, we can indeed form temporary allies, but when the ethnic groups we belong to directly conflict, can we still accommodate personal friendship?" Slude asked his brother back.