A short savage murderer was the first to rush up with a piercing scream. Its roar shook the air, and Likas could even feel the roar deep in its soul.
Then several rocks flew in, two of which hit the barbarian's unprotected head, breaking its skull and causing him to fall down, but the bigger guy would never let go of a fight where there was blood to be shed.
The battle was extremely fierce when it first broke out. One barbarian tried to hit the Shahan beast with a stick, but several spears stabbed it, causing its chest to be twisted into a ball of broken flesh. The other man bent down and tried to get out of the way.
The Shahan beast got in through the gap between the beasts and stabbed a man's thigh with a bone knife. But before he could take action, two machetes descended on it, splitting a hole in its back and then beheading it.
's head.
Blood was flowing on the ground, blood mist sprayed into the air, and there was only the sticky smell of blood in Likas's nose.
He was not afraid, and was even a little excited. He glanced at the teacher who was still praying with his eyes closed, gritted his teeth, pulled out his scimitar, and walked into the chaotic battlefield.
The caravan was still trying to block the opponent from the Shahan beast, but some of them had already jumped in. A barbarian jumped towards him using his leg bone as a club.
Likas waved the scimitar and felt the sharp blade hook into the flesh, then sink deeply into it.
Blood spattered out, covering his clothes with blood.
The weather was hot and stuffy, and the smell was unbearable. Then he kicked the howling barbarian over, looked at the colorfully painted face, spat, and kicked the opponent's neck hard.
"Oh my God!"
At this time, a scream attracted his attention.
A Shahan beast was turned upside down and rolled around in the crowd. The guard panel was damaged and the goods on the car were scattered on the ground.
The leader of the barbarians was so ferocious that he rushed through a gap. He brandished a terrifying heavy hammer and roared, taking away the lives of two caravan members in one fell swoop. Their flesh, flesh, and bones were beaten into mud.
The moment the gap was opened, barbarians poured in, and the situation quickly deteriorated. The boys ran away screaming, but some were already trapped in chains, and the grinning barbarian slave catchers were trying to drag them out of the battlefield.
Ricas realized that he had to protect the teacher. However, at this moment he saw the chef who was cooking for the caravan roaring and rushing towards the barbarian slave catchers. His son was caught, but the leader stopped him.
The chef swung his stick hard and tried to attack the opponent, but was easily blocked by the opponent's shield.
As the hammer swept across, the chef's torso left his legs, leaving a pool of blood on the gravel.
"Come on you beast!!!"
The angry Likas suddenly burst out, and the barbarian leader showed an expression that resembled a smile, with a row of dirty yellow teeth leaking out of his big, lipless mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the barbarian leader ran forward, his bare feet splashing blood on the ground.
Ricas remained motionless at first, until when the opponent approached, he suddenly took out his left hand and threw something.
The next moment, a white swath of snow engulfed the face of the charging barbarian leader. It turned out that Ricas had secretly hidden a packet of salt in his palm and pierced the pouch with his nails.
The spilled salt stung the barbarian's eyes. When the enemy was blinded and confused, Ricas took the opportunity to stab the barbarian in the abdomen with his knife, but the opponent relied on instinct to twist away, and the scimitar failed to cut open the opponent.
instead of its abdomen, it pierced its thigh.
The barbarian leader let out a howl of pain, as terrifying as a human scream, but it did not fall down. Instead, it was very smart and threw the shield in its hand, almost hitting Licas.
Likas glared at his opponent and continued to taunt it with his scimitar. Barbarian Renren, who barely regained his sight, roared and launched a counterattack. It tensed its body and grasped the heavy hammer with both hands, preparing for some cruel efforts.
Then, it noticed that Ricas's left hand hung loosely by his side, motionless.
The lesson learned not long ago caused the barbarian leader to immediately close his eyes and raise his arms to resist the coming sneak attack. Ricas also drew out his left hand again.
This time, however, there was no salt in its face.
Instead, Ricas took advantage of this threat and slashed at the opponent's remaining good leg with a machete, slicing open its knee.
Deception is a sin in the Order of the Sun, but Ricas no longer considers issues of piety and virtue at this time. What he wants to do is kill the other party and pay blood for blood——
The barbarian leader screamed and staggered from the blow. It raised its heavy hammer and tried to attack the little thing from above, smashing him to pieces.
But the weight of the weapon caused the crippled man to lose his balance. His knees could not support him and forced him to fall. Ricas quickly pounced on the fallen opponent, slashed his right arm with a knife, and stabbed him with the dagger in his left hand.
Wearing this beast's face.
Thick blood flowed from the cracked eyes, and the barbarian leader's body twitched in painful spasms, and the huge hammer slipped from his slack palm.
All around, his savage followers stood in stunned silence.
Likas chopped off its head with force, held the ugliness with the dagger still inserted in his hand, and shouted:
"Kill them! Revenge!"
The members of the caravan suddenly burst into loud roars, and the barbarians collapsed completely. What followed was a one-sided massacre. They threw away their weapons and captured slaves, and fled madly towards the mountains, just like being chased.
brute.
Likas wielded his scimitar and slashed at them from behind. He killed at least five of them. It was not until the barbarians were all gone that he returned to the caravan, almost detached.
But as soon as he came back, he felt like he was struck by lightning——
"No--"
His beloved mentor, the elder he was supposed to protect, fell in a pool of blood, with a broken bone stuck in his chest. The blood dyed his white robe and beard red, and everyone alive around him knelt on the ground and cried.
"no no!"
Ricas ran over and knelt down next to the teacher. He looked at the broken bone that had been inserted by an unknown beast. His mouth trembled a few times, and tears burst out of his eyes.
At this time, the chanter who was still breathing his last breath raised his withered hand and put it on the back of Likas' hand.
Before he finished speaking, his hand slipped on the gravel. Ricas's eyes were wide open with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound...
The teacher died because he failed to protect him——
Ricas realized that he had made a big mistake. He was so carried away by anger and victory that he forgot his most fundamental responsibility...
The joy of victory was quickly 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's head was buzzing, he suddenly felt the air was buzzing, and then there was a terrible roar, which was a sound he had never heard before, and then the crowd around him started shouting
, accompanied by strong winds that could knock people down, the hot sand was blown around, desperately drilling into Licas's eyes and nostrils, forcing him to turn his head.
But seeing that the teacher's body seemed to be blown away, Ricas raised his head to see what was going on and threw himself on the teacher.
Suddenly, he felt a bright light shrouding his head, followed by everyone's screams——