The man's face and body were spattered with blood just now. But the big man didn't seem to care. He was still holding the scimitar with the red mark that had not yet solidified, and the slaves were lined up there.
In front of me, walk step by step.
The shackles of the people lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.
There was a tall woman in the team with long, dusty hair hanging on both sides. The man walked up to her, put away his machete, pinched her face with his hands and lifted it up. The woman screamed in horror.
, the face emerged from under the long black hair. I saw that the eyes of this woman who had been hungry for countless days were deeply sunken, and her hands and feet were so thin that there was only a reed stick left. The man gently broke her from the
He was dragged out of the team.
"Do you know how to hide?" Narrowing his eyes, the sturdy Bei Mo man rarely showed a smile.
The woman opened her eyes wide and shook her head.
"Huh." With a cold smile, the man drew out his scimitar again, "You will know it soon!" After that, he raised the scimitar above his head and was about to hit the woman's head squarely. "Ah——
"The woman's shrill scream couldn't be stopped, but she just forgot to hide to the left and right. She simply closed her eyes and couldn't see the light of the knife, so she froze in place with her mouth wide open, motionless.
There was a "crack" sound, and the knife gathered enough strength to slash downwards, but it hit something hard and steel. The woman was stunned for a few seconds, then raised her head, and saw a broad figure across the firelight.
, is raising his hand to block in front of himself.
Encountering this strange thing, everyone looked up from their laughter and looked at the figure with hands raised in the field. They saw that this figure was as tall and strong as a man in the Northern Desert, but there were not so many lumps of muscles on his body. From a distance, he looked like a figure.
He was standing there, as if he was about to be dragged in by the man holding the knife. He was seen using the shackles in his hands as a weapon to block the blade of the knife.
Surprisingly, the steel material of these handcuffs is considered to be of high quality. It did not break even after being cut with a machete.
The man was holding a knife, and suddenly such a blow came out in mid-air. He was slightly startled. Fortunately, this strong man had experienced hundreds of battles, but he came back to his senses in a moment. The power of the knife in his hand was not withdrawn, and the rolling internal force followed it.
The handle of the knife was passed over, pressing the other person's body, grinning, and kept exerting force.
On the other side, I saw the man holding his breath and getting lower little by little.
Seeing the scimitar shackles trembling, I heard a whoosh, and the man opposite suddenly turned around and retreated from the weight of the sword. Seeing that the man was unprepared, he didn't have time to withdraw his strength, and he was about to pounce.
The tall figure in front of him turned around with extraordinary agility, raised his fists and struck the man on the back.
If this figure also has a long knife in his hand, I am afraid that at this moment, the blade has penetrated the man's body from the back. Unexpectedly, the man's reaction was not slow, but he staggered, turned around immediately, and crossed the blade to block the figure's hands.
fist.
The men, women, and children who were watching in the audience saw the two turns in succession, and they all admired them, so they clapped loudly and said:
"good!"
Fortunately, the opponent's inner strength was relatively strong. The blade did not cut off the five fingers, but only left a shallow scratch on the knuckles. The two were in a stalemate for a while, and the Beimo man put away the knife and turned around, smiling.
He asked: "Where did this hero come from?"
The man replied: "Come from Miyu Lake."
Across the distant starlight and fire shadow, Qingqing looked at the hazy figure and saw that he was wearing a straw coat and straw sandals that were very worn, and his five toes were torn in the straw sandals.
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The opening of the hole was fully exposed. The old wizard next to him could be heard sighing: "It's rare to find such a heroic man who dares to risk his life and come forward!"
"This is a woman." Qingqing replied silently.
"What?" The old wizard asked softly, somewhat surprised, but Qing Qing did not answer.
The man turned back to look at King Taming, and saw a look of admiration on the king's face. In the sand, somewhere in the sand, a soft-hearted woman shouted: "Let's all live!"
This call was followed by silence for a moment, and then there was a response: "Live! Live!" King Taming waved his hand, and everyone immediately became quiet as usual. I saw a steaming plate of roast lamb, smelling of meat, surrounded by several northern deserters.
The women from the fur group carried it up.
King Taming tore off a leg of lamb, stepped forward and said to the poor man: "How many days have you not eaten?"
"Never swallow the food you come to." Hearing her answer, King Taming nodded, and then said: "If you let this argali and this woman choose one, who would you choose?"
"Woman." The rough man said concisely and to the point.
"Hahaha -" King Taming held up the leg of lamb and looked up to the sky with a smile, "That's what I want from you!" After saying that, he raised his hand and pushed, catching the leg of lamb off guard and stuffing it directly into the mouth of the idiot.
When the idiot saw his mouth full of mutton, he didn't refuse and kept chewing it.
King Taming patiently watched the strong man in grass munching meat. The man from West Lake licked every last bit of the mutton bones with one mouthful. Then the king from Beimo turned around with a smile and looked.
To the remaining people: "Who wants to share a bite of meat?"
The alluring fragrance mixed with the hot air, and penetrated into the noses of the few remaining people. Those people had been locked up as slaves for an unknown period of time, and naturally they had not eaten a decent meal. At this moment, the smell of meat and the tip of the knife were overwhelming.
The cold light appeared in front of them. These hungry prisoners seemed to have forgotten that their lives were at stake. They were all gearing up to take a step forward.
Finally, one person couldn't hold himself any longer and walked forward dragging his heavy shackles: "I'll do it!"
Everyone exclaimed and looked towards the place where the sound came from. They saw a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing tattered clothes and skinny. The young man cupped his fists in a gesture of asking for advice.
Just hearing the sound of "swipe", the man unsheathed his long sword and ran towards the young man in large strides. The young man still didn't avoid it, but at the moment when the shadow of the big sword covered his forehead, he stepped forward and hugged the big man's waist, riveting
With enough strength, he rushed forward. The big man struggled and was about to slash downwards, but unexpectedly the young man let go, rolled on the ground in the sand, and was immediately out of the man's arms.
From the first cut, it seemed that the young man still had some magic skills on his body. Seeing such dexterity, the people around him shouted again that he was good.
But in the blink of an eye, the Northern Desert man reacted, straight up the long knife, and stabbed the ground with the tip of the knife. Unexpectedly, the skinny boy carried his body on his back, rolled in the opposite direction, and in the blink of an eye, he struck the second knife
Also flashed away.
The rest of the people in the row who were chained in shackles couldn't help but look envious, fearing that the young man would keep eating and lose his share of the leg of lamb.
Perhaps the aroma of the steaming meat was too tempting. Before the man could chop down the meat for the third time, the young man suddenly turned around, crawled forward on his hands and feet, and rushed directly towards the plate of roasted whole lamb.
.The two Northern Desert women carrying large plates of mutton were startled. The plates in their hands
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It was tilted and almost buried the whole piece of meat into the sand.
Hearing the clatter of the shackles, the young man grabbed a large piece of mutton that fell out of the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. After stuffing one piece of meat, the other hand couldn't help but move forward and grab the other.
A piece of bone was about to be pulled away from the body. The fat meat overflowing with hot oil had just been stuffed into the boy's throat. He was so choked that he couldn't even say a word——
There was a cry of surprise, and the scimitar in the man's hand pierced the young man's back.
Even before the meat and bones could even be swallowed into the boy's throat, a mouthful of blood immediately poured out of his mouth, along with the large piece of mutton, which was spat out on the sand. The boy's eyes were wide open, still
He was staring at the fat dripping from the plate of mutton.
"Alas..." Another long sigh.
The old wizard's sigh was mixed among the crowd, and seemed to be particularly sad. Qingqing was frightened and angry, and felt that a rush of blood was finally rushing to his forehead. He pressed his palm on the wooden flute, gritted his teeth and asked: "These
The head of Jimo doesn't care if the prince is acting like this?"
The wizard waved his hand: "The old master has left the family and can't manage it; the new master is too young and can't manage it." After that, he lowered his mask and said with wrinkled eyes: "This is what the old wizard regretted just now.
When the old witch saw the child, he knew that he could save someone's life; when he heard the dogs barking, he knew that even if a wizard had excellent witchcraft, he would not be able to take back the world's people from the hands of the God of Death!"
Qing Qing ignored him talking to himself, stood up, lifted his feet and walked away.
"Don't go!" He suddenly stopped her. The old man turned around and said in a trembling voice, "You are a guest. Please don't mess around in this Yiyamo area!"
Qing Qing smiled coldly: "This junior also knows that he cannot save the world. But the lives of these dozen people are enough."
"Who else is coming?" The man said "swipe" and took the scimitar back from the boy's body. The hole that went straight through the heart spattered blood several feet high, dripping on the heads of the man and the rest of the people.
On the face.
It wasn't until they themselves were splashed with the boy's blood that these people remembered the power of the scimitar, and they fell silent again, not even daring to raise their heads.
"Who's coming!" the man yelled angrily, frightening a group of slaves whose hands and feet were bound, and several of them knelt down with a plop.
Before the man could turn around, he heard a "crack" sound behind him, and the two women holding the mutton plates screamed. I saw a blur of light and shadow flash past, and the plate of mutton was covered with water in an instant.
The sky was shattered. In the blink of an eye, the plate of hot oil poured down from the air towards the Bei Mo man.
There was a muffled "thunk" sound, and the mutton plate shook a few times and was embedded in the sand in front of the slaves. What was left was the fat meat that had absorbed enough juice. He smashed it without any bias and fell straight into the sand just now.
lamb on a plate.
At this time, the tangy smell of meat rushed into everyone's minds unstoppably. Those people who were frightened by the blood splattering put their fear in the back of their minds in an instant. You looked around
I, I looked at you, stepped forward with all my strength, grabbed the mutton leg, and you fought for it, tearing at it non-stop.
The man who was covered in grease clenched his fists, roared angrily in his throat, and turned around with his scimitar straight out. In front of the two women who were still in shock, they saw a figure in a green robe stained with blood.
, holding the flute in his hand, standing gracefully.