The Continent of Gods and Demons is located near the Iron Blood Empire and the Primitive Forest.
"Go away quickly! tmd damn stupid pig!" A vulgar mercenary hit the slaves who were struggling with their anklets in front of them with their whip in their hands, and they were struggling to move forward.
"Ali, these damn slaves, who are moving forward at such a speed, may it be a few days later when we return to the Iron Cavalry City!" Another middle-aged mercenary next to him walked to the vulgar mercenary and patted him.
"What can I do if this group of stupid pigs are walking so slowly?" Ali, the sloppy mercenary, was very angry. When he said this, he couldn't help but curse a few words, whipped the whip and slapped the slaves in front, swearing while swearing.
The slaves who were whipped by Ali did not chew at all. They knew their fate. In this era, being sold to others as slaves and being beaten by mercenaries is already considered a good fate! They are even more inferior than ants! They are just a group of slaves who have no names and are killed by others at will!
The long-standing whipping and insults have become numb in these people's hearts. They cannot resist and can only bear it silently.
Next to a tree not far away, a man in black took all this in his sight. When he turned around, the man had disappeared beside the tree.
"Boss, there is a team nearby. Judging from the situation, it seems to be slave traders! Should we..." Nabanik walked to Chumo's side, telling the situation while beheading his head.
"What do you think?" Chu Mo turned his head and looked at his team members.
Blood stood aside indifferently, his whole body was wrapped in a black magic robe, making people unable to see his expression clearly, but it is not difficult to guess from a certain aura that blood was filled with excitement because he knew he was going to kill someone, and he liked the smell of blood.
The cold Nabalu seemed to stand firm like a thousand-year-old ice prison. He stood, his long sword tightly in his hand, and the sword seemed to be connected, and his cold eyes were full of murderous aura!
Orc warrior Aquinta may hate slave traders the most. He is an orc. During the long-term battle between humans and orcs, the orcs he never catches are all slaves. So whenever a slave trader appears, his pupils will be covered with blood. His hands are trembling and shaking with two giant axes. His trembling is excitement, desire for bloodthirsty pleasure.
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Hans grinned, revealing his row of white teeth. His thick face had some sacred light. He was wearing a white priest's robe and a iron staff of about one meter long on his waist. This was his sign. He was ready to beat his hands and was waiting for Chu Mo's order.
Compared to the sturdyness of the people above, Cardi became much more elegant. He gently wiped his love sword with a silk white hand towel. His long royal blue hair was windless, and murderous intent kept flashing in his melancholy blue eyes.
The confused Bean stood aside. He had gently removed the giant bow behind him and kept plucking the bowstrings. A trace of light kept flashing between his supposedly turbid eyes.
Zeng Xiaoren casually found a tree stump and lay down to rest. A lazy smile hung between the corners of his mouth. He kept touching the rings in his hand, but he seemed to prefer to touch the little finger of his left hand without a ring.
The thief Nabanik, who was standing in front of Chu Mo, had quietly held the dagger emitting a faint blue light in his hand. A black facial scarf was already hung on his face. There was no murderous aura on his body, only a kind of indifference, a possibility of sudden explosion in a cold state.
"Kill!" Chu Mo gently tidied up the black magic robe, with a trace of arc between the corners of his mouth, and a clean and neat voice sounded at the corners of his mouth.
After hearing this, a sense of firmness appeared in everyone's eyes.
This is the Dark Night Mercenary Group. Just like this, the slave group will disappear today.
It completely disappeared on the Gods and Demon Continent and was completely erased by the Dark Night Mercenary Group!
A strong wind suddenly blew in the woods where there was already some sunshine.
The mercenaries who were driving the slaves forward felt something was wrong. They took out their weapons one after another and stood behind the slaves, with doubts in their eyes.
Suddenly, there was a figure on the road not far away.
"Who is it?" A brave mercenary clerk clasped his weapon and shouted loudly.
The man didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, motionless. He held a long sword in his hand, which was still in the ancient sword sheath, but the surroundings were full of sword energy.
"Who are you? "Are you tmd?" It is a disaster. When a person is irritated, he is not far from failure, but failure here comes with a price, and that price is life! One life, even the life of the entire team!
The brave mercenary picked up his weapon, ignored the eyes of his companions around him, and slashed directly at the figure standing in front of him.
But before he could walk over, the man moved. His hand seemed to have been lifted up. He was now placed on the hilt of the sword. The brave mercenary stared at his eyes and touched his neck incredibly. He quickly flowed out of his blood. Is this his blood?
He wanted to stop the blood, but he found that he was doing nothing. Because his blood was quickly lost, blood was flowing from his neck, his stomach, and his limbs.
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It seemed as if his legs could no longer support his body. With a "swish", his body fell down, his limbs were disintegrated, his head fell directly to his feet, and blood was still splashing. He still didn't understand why he died. His eyes were staring tightly, but soon after, darkness attacked, and the corners of his mouth seemed to move, but there was still no sound, and then he fell into endless darkness.
"Ah! Ali!" The mercenaries yelled loudly in the slave group.
They really couldn't imagine that a life disappeared like this, and this person was their partner, Ali, who looked vulgar and liked to beat slaves, and gang-raped female slaves with them on weekdays!
The wind was still blowing, and the figure in front of the road was still standing there lightly. His body seemed to have never moved at all. His right hand, which had originally held the hilt of the sword, slowly relaxed again, and slashed smoothly on his right leg. The sword energy still surrounded them.
They were desperate. Who is this person? I didn't even see him pulling his sword, and he was disintegrated by him. Could he be the legendary holy swordsman? No... no... no... the holy swordsman can't kill an ordinary mercenary with such cruel methods...
Their hearts are filled with fear and anxiety.
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"You...who are you?" the terrified mercenaries kept asking.
But as soon as they finished speaking, screams kept ringing behind them. They turned their heads and saw that the partners behind them had already been different at some point. Blood was constantly flowing, and the air around them was filled with the smell of blood and urine. The slaves looked at all this calmly. A troublesome string in their eyes seemed to be gently tweaked, but it slowly closed. They just watched all this calmly. These bastards who insulted and whipped them on weekdays are finally lying on the ground one by one, with blood flowing endlessly, while those who are alive are not as good as death. Anxious and fearful expressions appear on their faces one by one.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" A voice full of evil spirit suddenly came here.
The mercenaries turned around and looked around, and the slaves' calm and numb eyes were full of doubt.
"People... always rely on themselves!" The voice still rang, and it sounded in everyone's ears.
"Who is it? Who is it?" the mercenaries shouted in tears.
But no matter how they shout, how they shout, or how they ask, the words still rang in their ears, "People always have to rely on themselves!"
This sentence is like an element that seems to be full of magic.
It slowly took root and sprouted in the heart of the slave.
The originally numb and calm slaves raised their heads and looked around and saw a black shadow flashing from not far away.
"Who is it?" The mercenary, who was obviously crying, trembled his body, looked at the black shadow not far away, and shouted in despair.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" This is still the answer to him!
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The black shadow slowly appeared in front of everyone. He walked forward slowly, getting closer and closer to people. The wind gradually became stronger and his clothes also appeared in everyone's sight. The black magic robe, perhaps because of the wind, or for other reasons, the hat that originally covered him was blown down by the wind, hanging behind the robe, and a long black hair was casually draped on the black magic robe.
He raised his head, and the first thing he saw was the pair of eyes that were flashing brightly like black gems, staring at everyone present.
His skin is not black or white like others. His skin is slightly yellow. His nose is straight, the corners of his mouth are slightly bent, and a strange curve appears on his face. With this very playful and charming wicked smile, he spoke: "People always have to rely on themselves!"