“Wow!!!!”
A short savage murderer made a harsh and strange cry and rushed up first. Its roar broke through the air, and Rikas could even feel the roar deep in his soul.
Then several stones flew over, two of which hit the barbarian's unprotected head, breaking its head and causing it to fall, while the bigger guy would never let go of a battle with blood.
The first day of the battle broke out extremely fiercely. A barbarian tried to hit the Sahan beast that blocked it with a stick, but several spears stabbed it, causing its chest to be tangled into a mass of broken flesh. The other bent down to try to drill in through the gap between the Sahan beasts, and stabbed a bone knife into a man's thigh. But before he could make a move, two machetes came on it, splitting a hole behind it, and then cutting off its head.
Blood flowed on the ground, blood mist sprayed in the air, and there was only a sticky smell of blood in Ricas's nasal cavity.
He was not afraid, even a little excited. He glanced at the teacher who was still praying with his eyes closed, and gritted his teeth and pulled out the scimitar and walked into the chaotic battlefield.
The caravan was still trying to keep his opponent out of the Sahan beast, but some of them had already jumped in. A barbarian jumped towards him with his leg bones as a stick.
Ricas waved his scimitar, feeling the sharp blade hooked the flesh, and then fell deeply into it.
Blood splattered, making his clothes full of blood.
The weather was hot and stuffy, and the smell was unbearable. Then he kicked over the howling barbarian, looked at the colorfully painted face, and spat and kicked the opponent's neck hard.
"Oh my God!"
At this moment, a scream attracted his attention.
A sharan beast was turned upside down and rolled around in the crowd, the guardrail was damaged, and the cargo on the car was scattered all over the ground.
The leader of the barbarian was so fierce that he rushed to a gap. It waved a terrifying heavy hammer and roared, and took the lives of two caravan members in an instant, and the flesh and bones were beaten into mud.
The moment the gap was opened, the barbarians rushed in, and the situation deteriorated rapidly. The boys screamed and ran away, but some of them were already trapped in chains. The smirking barbarians were trying to drag them out of the battlefield.
Rikas realized that he had to protect the teacher, but at this time he saw the chef who was cooking for the caravan was roaring and rushing towards the barbarian slave hunters. His son was caught. However, the leader stopped him. The chef waved his stick hard to attack the other party, but was easily blocked by the other party's shield.
As the heavy hammer swept across, the chef's torso left his legs and a pool of blood fell on the gravel.
"Come on, you beast!!!"
The angry Ricas suddenly came out, the savage leader showed a nearly smiling expression, and a row of dirty yellow teeth leaked out from his big lips without lips.
Immediately afterwards, the savage leader ran forward, his bare feet splashing blood from the ground.
Ricas was motionless at first, until the other party approached, suddenly pulled out his left hand and threw something out.
The next moment, a snow-white piece swallowed the face of the charge leader. It turned out that Rikas had already quietly hid a packet of salt in his palm and pierced the pouch with his nails.
The sprinkled salt stinged the barbarian's eyes. When the enemy was blind and confused, Ricas took the opportunity to lift the knife and stab the barbarian's abdomen, but the opponent twisted it away with instinct. The scimitar failed to cut open the opponent's abdomen, but pierced its thigh.
The savage leader let out a howl of pain, as terrifying as a human scream, but it did not fall down, but instead he was very clever and threw out the shield in his hand and almost hit Ricas.
Ricas stared at his opponent and continued to wield the scimitar to mock it, and the savage, who barely recovered his sight, roared and fought back. It tightened its body, clasped the heavy hammer with both hands, ready to make some cruel efforts.
Then, it noticed that Rikas' left hand was hanging loosely beside him without moving.
The lesson from not long ago caused the barbarian leader to close his eyes immediately, and raised his arms to resist the upcoming sneak attack, and Ricas also pulled out his left hand again.
However, this time no salt sprinkled on its face.
Instead, Ricas used this intimidation to slash at the opponent's only good leg with a scimitar and cut open its knees with one knife.
Deception is a sin in the Sun Order, but Rikas no longer considers any piety and virtue. He wants to do it, kill the other party and repay the blood with blood—
The savage leader screamed and staggered by the blow. He raised the hammer and tried to attack the little thing from above, smashing him into pieces.
But the weight of the weapon lost the balance of the disabled man. Its knees could not support him and forced him to fall. Rikas quickly pounced on the fallen opponent, slashing his right arm, and the dagger in his left hand pierced the beast's face.
Thick blood flowed out of the broken eyes, and the body of the savage leader twitched in painful spasms, and a huge heavy hammer slid from its slack palm.
Around it, its savage followers were in a stern silence.
Rikas slashed its head with force, raising the ugly one with a dagger in his hand, and shouted:
"Kill them! Revenge!"
The members of the caravan suddenly burst out loud, and the barbarians completely collapsed, and then they slaughtered one-sidedly. They threw away their weapons and captured slaves, and fled to the mountains frantically, like chased beasts.
Rikas waved his scimitar and slashed them from behind. He killed at least five of them. Until the barbarians ran away, he almost left and returned to the caravan.
But when he comes back, he feels like he is struck by lightning—
"No--"
His beloved mentor, the elder he should have protected, fell into a pool of blood, with a broken bone stuck in his chest, and the blood stained his white robe and beard red. All living around him knelt on the ground and cried.
"No! No!"
Ricas ran over and then knelt down next to the teacher. He looked at the broken bone that no one knew which beast had inserted into. His mouth trembled a few times, and tears burst out from his eyes.
At this time, the chanter with the last breath was left to lift his withered hand and put it on the back of Rikas's hand.
"...child...you did...you protected...I can't protect..."
Before he finished speaking, his hand slid onto the gravel. Ricas, who had tears in his eyes, widened his eyes, opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound...
The teacher died because he did not protect himself—
Ricas realized that he had made a big mistake. He was dazed by anger and victory, and actually forgot his most fundamental responsibility...
The joy of victory was soon replaced by boundless regret. He looked at the others, how should he explain to the city-state and how should he face the great chanter?
Just as Ricas buzzed in his head, he suddenly felt the air buzzing, and then a terrible roar, a sound he had never heard before, and then the crowd around began to scream, accompanied by a strong wind that could blow people down, the scorching gravel was blown around, desperately drilling into Ricas' eyes and nostrils, forcing him to turn his head.
But looking at the teacher's body as if it was about to be blown away, Ricas looked up at what was going on without hesitation and threw himself on the teacher.
Chapter completed!