"Qi Man, what are you going to do!"

Some tribal leaders seemed to have had a premonition and shouted with anger and anger.

Chi!

The long sword penetrated the chest of a tribal leader without any hindrance, and blood spurted out and splashed all over Qi Man.

"Qi Man! Do you dare to kill us?"

Chi!

Cheman answered the question with action and killed another tribal leader in a blink of an eye.

The cabin suddenly started to boil, and the remaining leaders cursed and struggled hard.

But Chiman remained unmoved and continued to walk to the next tribal leader.

"Wait! Qi Man, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender..."

Chi!

Chiman swung his sword again, as if slaughtering a wild boar.

"You madman! You traitor! We have already surrendered! Why are you still killing us!"

Chi!

"The warriors of the Longbeard Tribe will avenge me..."

Chi!

…

The smell of blood filled and rolled in the closed wooden house, and mixed with the odor of feces and urine caused by fear, forming an extremely strong, almost suffocating smell.

It looks like a slaughterhouse.

"Butcher" Chiman's body was covered with a thick layer of blood stains, like a bright red armor, which was intimidating.

As the tribal leaders were killed one after another, the wooden house gradually became quiet.

Only the last one is left - the leader of the Blueskin Tribe and Qiman's uncle, Linya.

Linya stopped talking at this time, and there was no expression of anger or fear on her face.

He looked at his nephew standing in front of him and said in an indifferent tone:

"tell me why?"

Chiman, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

His voice was as hoarse as a rusty sword:

"For the future of the savages."

"The future of the savages?" Linnia, who was already devastated, suddenly became angry again, "You are killing the future of the savages with your own hands!"

Cheman shook his head slowly:

"No, you are the obstacle to the progress of the savages."

Linya was stunned for a moment when she heard such ridiculous remarks.

Chiman continued unhurriedly:

"We savages are also descendants of the First Men and the Andals, and there are not many essential differences from the Riverbend people. But after thousands of years, the Riverbent people have built hundreds of castles, fed tens of millions of people, and organized

Countless powerful armies have been raised. But what about us savages?

We keep company with wild beasts and ignorance, split into hundreds of tribes, large and small, and fight with each other for ridiculous territory and prey. But after fighting for so long, what have we won?

Don't you just dare to hide in the Crimson Mountains? Occasionally go out to rob the mountains, and when you see the regular army of the River Bend people, don't you just have to flee?

Tell me, uncle, even if I join you in driving the Riverbend people out of the Crimson Mountains this time, what will happen?

We will still return to our previous state, stuck in the quagmire of barbarism, ignorance, and backwardness."

Linya sneered:

"Could it be that if you become a dog for the Reach people, you can change the future of the wild people?"

Qi Man didn't pay attention to the insult in his uncle's words, and still responded in a calm tone:

"At least, this is the best opportunity to break down the barriers between tribes and unite all the savages in the Crimson Mountains."

"Even so, the future 'Savage King' will be that Riverbend noble, and you are just a mad dog under his command!"

"As long as the savages can escape from the quagmire of barbarism and ignorance, what does it matter if I become a mad dog?"

Linya was silent.

At the moment when his life was about to come to an end, he seemed to finally understand his nephew.

Of course, understanding does not mean forgiveness.

Linya could not forgive Chiman for what he had done, but now, he knew that he could no longer stop his nephew.

He didn't know whether Chiman's actions would lead the savages into a glorious future or into an even more desperate abyss.

But Linya suddenly felt that maybe it was time to give the savages a different leader.

"Don't become a mad dog." Linnia suppressed the hatred and anger in her heart and became serious in her words, "The people from the River Bend asked you to kill us, right? If you kill us, you will gain the hatred of the thirteen tribesmen.

If you kill more people in the future, the blood stains on your body will accumulate more and more, until you are the enemy of the whole world. So, Chiman, control your desire to kill! Otherwise, you will have already fallen before the savages have a bright future.

Into the abyss.”

Qi Man twitched the corner of his mouth, with a strange expression on his face:

"I'm already in the abyss, uncle."

"It's not too late now," Linya advised. "The Crimson Mountains are still huge. It's not too late for you to stop now. The future of the savages needs you."

Qi Man shook his head: "It's too late. I am a parricide and I have no future."

Linya was stunned for a moment, then thought of her brother-in-law's death, and her expression suddenly changed:

"You killed your own father?!"

"There are brothers." Chiman took a step forward and pierced Linya's chest with the blood-red sword in his hand. "Now we have another uncle."

Linya roared wildly, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. However, there was not much hatred in his eyes, but an expression of great regret:

"You...why...you...do such a thing...that is despised by the gods..."

Qi Man looked at his uncle who was panting in pain with an expressionless face and said calmly:

"I also prayed devoutly to the gods, but never got an answer. So, I decided to sacrifice my soul to the devil."

Linya seemed to be still struggling to say something, but his broken heart was no longer able to support the body. He spit out the last mouthful of blue blood, and finally tilted his head and became silent.

Qi Man stared at his uncle's body for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the shouts of death outside the house completely stopped that he turned around, walked to the door, and opened the locked wooden door.

call--

The cool night breeze blew in my face, but it failed to move Cheman's hair, which had long been covered with solidified blood scabs.

"Chiman, where is Lord Linnia?"

"And where is the leader of our Longbeard Tribe?"

"And our clan leader, now that the battle is over and we have surrendered, can you release them?"

…

Faced with the questioning of the captured savages, Chiman remained silent.

It wasn't until everyone saw the blood all over Qi Man's body that they all changed their expressions and started yelling curses. Some even wanted to rush up and fight Qi Man.

The soldiers quickly stepped forward to stop them, and even killed some of the most violent ones, thus nipping the prisoner uprising in its bud.

At this time, Samwell happened to walk into the camp surrounded by soldiers.

The savage captives gradually became quiet and turned their attention to the river bend noble who was about to decide their fate.

Samwell first glanced at Chiman from a distance, then showed a warm smile on his face, and said loudly in the eyes of the savage captives, who were either expecting or fearing:

"Anyone who is willing to surrender, I can forgive your death penalty!"

The prisoners were quiet for a moment, and then burst into cheers:

"Thank you, my merciful lord!"

"We are willing to surrender!"

“We want to serve!”

…

Cheman looked at Samwell, who was receiving cheers and support from the crowd, with complicated eyes.

Under the orange firelight, the young river bend noble seemed to exude a divine brilliance.

But he could only stand alone in a cold corner, exuding an aura of disgust and hatred.

Qi Man laughed, shook his head, then clasped his right hand on his chest and said loudly:

"Loyalty, to the greatest Caesar!"

"The greatest Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

…
Chapter completed!