There were more than a dozen warriors sitting in the tent, all of whom were the best players in the tribe and the confidant of the tribe chief.

These people saw Devin suddenly breaking in. Although their faces were surprised, the soldiers' sensitivity made them feel that Devin was carrying the murderous aura.

The soldiers immediately unsheathed their swords and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The old chief was sitting on the head. He was a little old, with gray hair, but his figure was still strong and his spirit was still strong.

He still recognized his nominal son, and reached out to suppress the soldiers' further actions.

He scolded, "Olans, why are you here? Why don't you quit."

Dewen now looks more and more powerful, and is more imaginative than the old chief's appearance when he was young, which makes the old chief confirm his identity.

This may be his son.

As a result, his tolerance for Dewen became much higher. If an ordinary slave dared to break in with such a look of evil look, it would definitely be the consequence of being killed by random swords!

Devin glanced at the warrior in the tent and finally settled on Uranda. The guy looked at him with a flash of eyes, which confirmed the slave's words just now.

He ignored the chief and asked sternly: "Uranda, do you think Jima was you killed?"

"So what? He's just a slave. Who told her to block my way?" Uranda snorted coldly.

He turned to the chief again and said, "Father, this slave dared to break into the main tent, and his words and expressions were so offensive, so I asked me to kill him."

He had long disliked this guy, especially in the past few months, when he saw the other party's changes, he became stronger and stronger, and the jealousy he had already felt in his heart became more and more intense.

Especially at this moment, his father was able to tolerate his rudeness, which made him feel more and more urgent.

If this continues, I don’t know if the father will recognize this son. If that happens, his status will be impacted.

He stepped on this guy's mother to death today. Although it was just a moment of impulse at the time, he vaguely wanted to anger Orans. Once he was inappropriate in his words and deeds, he would just kill him on the excuse.

Unexpectedly, the chief scolded him and said, "What are you doing if you have nothing to do? Get out of here and you will be fined for three months not to ride a war horse!"

The chief's idea was different from that of Uranda. He did not want to see his sons killing each other in front of him.

The Orans looked very good, fierce and powerful, with his youthful demeanor, and he didn't want to kill him.

"Father!" Ulanda was shocked.

"Get out quickly." The chief shouted angrily.

Devin sneered: "Wait! My mother's life can be exchanged for this punishment. Uranda, if you are a man, a warrior, and have some glory, stand up!"

This offense finally made the chief angry. He was not a good-tempered person. He shouted loudly when he heard this: "Come on, drive him out and whip him ten times!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Uranda rushing up. He held a whip in his hand and said, "Father, I'll let this slave know the rules!"

Devin looked at Uranda who was walking up with a sneer, with no fear on his face.

Uranda smiled grimly, and when he reached three meters in front of Dewen, his hand shook and whipped the thick whip on his hand.

This kind of whip can directly tear off a layer of skin when whipped on a person, and throw the force into it directly, which can damage the internal organs and is very vicious.

If a child is a child, he can kill him with one whip; if an ordinary adult whip down five whips, if he does not receive treatment and rest, his life will be over. If Dewen is really whip up ten whips, he will not have to live.

But he was waiting for this moment.

He suddenly burst out, stretched out his hand, grabbed the tip of the whip accurately, and exerted force, staggering forward in Ulandala, unexpectedly, and unstable.

Devin immediately pulled out the scimitar hidden behind him, stepped forward and slashed him in front of him!

This incident was too sudden and no one could react.

Dewen's sword was used to do his best to condense all his martial arts essence.

With one knife, every point of power was used to the extreme. For a moment, the sword light shone everywhere, the cold wind blew, and the evil spirit was everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.

Ulanda didn't expect it to be the result. He only felt a sharp lightning flashing in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

Devin made a knife, and one knife cut Ulanda from head to toe, and was directly chopped in half by a knife.

The sound of human flesh tearing and the cracks of bones connected together, and the blood-stained internal organs all over the ground were extremely terrifying.

The soldiers in the camp involuntarily made a "oh" sound, all stood up, their hearts pounding, and were shocked by this powerful knife, and they forgot to fight back.

The old chief even covered his heart, pointed at Devin, gasping and unable to speak.

Devin shook the blood on the knife and shouted loudly: "Who dares to come up is the result! Who dares to?!"

No one dares to come up.

Devin immediately turned around and rushed out of the tent.

As soon as he arrived outside the tent, Devin inserted his scimitar into his waist and immediately ran towards the stable that he had seen before.

At the beginning, the tribe had not become in chaos. The soldiers around him looked at Devin, not knowing what was going on. Seeing his evil look, they were a little hesitant and did not rush forward to stop him.

After five seconds, when Devin ran for more than fifty meters, the chief tent came again.

A dozen soldiers rushed out and shouted loudly: "Stop Orans! Kill him!"

The most powerful warriors in the entire tribe gathered together and were actually rushed into the camp by Ren and forcibly killed the chief's son.

It’s nothing to be killed, it can only be said that Uranda was too careless and could not be considered the fault of the soldiers.

But now, in full view of everyone, all the soldiers did not rush forward and kept the other party. Instead, they were frightened by him and were able to escape calmly.

This is really a shame and humiliation!

But it was too late.

Devin had already rushed to the stables, and had already added a torch in his hand. He rushed straight to the haystack. After a few runs, he ignited the flammable haystack.

Then, he threw away the torch, rushed into the stables, and rushed towards the black stallion he had seen before.

The war horses of these tribes are all naked and do not have the concept of saddle stirrups, but German equestrianism is pretty good. They climbed onto the dark horse at once, hugged the horse's neck, and squeezed the horse's belly hard. In pain, the majestic black stallion rushed out.

Amid the sound of horse hooves as rapid as a rainstorm, Devin rushed out of the tribe.

But it was not over yet. Devin had just run out two hundred meters, and a loud whistle came from the direction of the tribe behind him.

The dark horse under him immediately turned around and ran back when he heard this whistle.

It was obvious that the whistle was made by the owner of the war horse.

Of course Devin would not make such a low-level mistake. He took out the animal skin that had been prepared long ago, covered the horse's eyes, and then punched it hard and smashed it hard on the horse's neck.

The war horse hurts, and his eyes cannot see anything, so he can only run wildly, without identifying the direction at all, relying on German guidance.

A few more whistles sounded behind him, but they were no longer effective.

After a while, the fire on the haystack was already controlled, and the fire became dimmed. Then, a large number of horse hooves came from the direction of the tribe.

The tribal warriors caught up.

Devin looked back and saw that with the dark moonlight, he could see more than fifty soldiers coming, but there were more than a hundred horses, one man and two horses, and there were barking of hunting dogs in front of him, which seemed to be ready to chase him to the end.

Devin had long expected this situation.

The tribes on the grassland often clash. The warriors in the tribe are experienced and have a lot of experience. It is tantamount to handing over their lives to illusory luck.

The past three months of herding sheep made Devin very familiar with the terrain around the tribe and had already planned a careful escape route.

He rode on the horse and ran wildly. After running for more than twenty miles, the fastest dark horse of the tribe threw the pursuers behind him nearly a thousand meters away.

At this time, the horse's speed began to decline.

Devin then turned to a slope.

When he arrived here, he immediately turned over and dismounted, and then slashed the horse hard on the butt.

The war horse suffered and ran away wildly. Dewen immediately changed direction and started running.

After running for a while, he heard the tribe's pursuits already chasing the black war horse's hooves, and he didn't notice him at all.

At this point, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not completely relieved and continued to move forward.

Wait for a while, the dark horse will be caught up, and the tribe warriors will find that there is no one on the horse's back.

There are also hunting dogs in this open grassland. As long as you look for it, you will definitely find him.

So he has to stay away from here as soon as possible.

As for hunting dogs, he has a way to deal with them.

He ran with all his strength regardless of his physical energy, ran for more than ten miles, and a lake appeared in front of him.

This lake has a beautiful name, "Shar", which means the daughter of the night, and is said to be the name of the fairy in the lake.

According to legend, the fairy Sha'er has a strange temper and is unpredictable, and is taboo by the residents of this area of ​​grassland.

The lake is very large, with a radius of nearly fifty kilometers. There are still some islands in the lake that can be used as a temporary shelter.

At the same time, the lake water can also wash away his scent. When he gets ashore from another place, the tribe's people will no longer track him.

When he arrived at the lake, Devin jumped in without hesitation and swam towards one of the islands in the middle of the lake.

It was early autumn and the weather was a little cool at night, but Devin was strong at this time and was completely afraid of this cold.

After swimming for more than an hour, the shadow of the island in the middle of the lake appeared in Devin's vision.

This island is not big, only a few hundred meters in radius. According to legend, it is the residence of Fairy Sha'er. In Dewen's memory, at night, no one dares to go to this island in the middle of the lake, fearing to be teased by the fairy in the lake.

So he stayed here overnight and was very safe.

He didn't believe in these illusory legends, because the legends about Shaer Lake in Orance's memory are all vague and far-fetched, and they are simply unreliable.

Even if there is something strange about this island in the middle of the lake, there is no real horror legend, and there is definitely no major danger.

Moreover, being teased by fairies is much better than being chased by someone. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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