A commotion broke out on the street, followed immediately by the sounds of fighting.
Jiezena had just risen from her seat when she saw a Gray Dwarf rush in through the door and shout in Dwarvish, "Everyone, hurry and help! Our people are fighting outside! The opponents are a group of well-trained Half-Elves!"
Jiezena could not understand Dwarvish, but she recognized the word "elf."
As the Gray Dwarves in the tavern grabbed their weapons and rushed outside, Jiezena twisted around and slithered toward the door as well...
Ouling immediately stepped forward to block Jiezena. She stretched out two strong, powerful arms and stood in Jiezena's way.
Jiezena looked at the brawny Ouling, her eyes brimming with murderous intent as she demanded coldly:
"You dare stop me?"
Ouling said solemnly to Jiezena and Olifu, "As the town's sheriff, I must protect the safety of the town's residents..."
"To hell with your safety!"
Jiezena drew a military dagger from behind her back with her right hand and drove it straight at Ouling's ribs. Her movement was impossibly smooth, without the slightest hesitation...
But Ouling was even faster. She actually caught the blade of the dagger with her bare hand.
Her palm seemed covered in thick scales. The military dagger was not particularly sharp to begin with, and she gripped it firmly in her palm...
Olifu stood behind them, setting down the golden liquor she had only half-finished. The smile on her face gradually turned cold. She rose to stand behind Jiezena and said to Ouling, "I knew that one day we would meet as enemies. I just didn't expect that day to come so soon. You represent Plusterston Island of the Lost Sea, while my allies are those Half-Elves..."
After saying that, she began chanting a spell in Naga Language. Her