"Really smart people wouldn't make deals with you."
After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head. He just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Only fools will become slaves under your control."
"madness."
The shaman didn't have any anger about this. He shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be that smart: "Your uncle sold you to me a long time ago for thirty thalers of silver. You are my slaves and my property." .”
In response, Ian, who sensed a slight sound coming from behind him and knew that Hilliard had already started to act, commented briefly: "Idiot."
The shaman snorted. No matter how bad his imperial language was, he could still understand curse words, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guards over to catch the kid.
He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Blood?!"
The shaman looked around, his voice filled with fear: "Where did the blood come from?"
Just when the shaman was confused, Ian picked up the pitchfork and knocked down the brazier piled nearby.
When the charcoal covered under the firewood ash encountered the air, it immediately emitted a red firelight, and little sparks flew away.
Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, along with the flammable linen and clothes piled aside, were immediately ignited. The blazing fire light instantly illuminated the hall, illuminating the shaman's astonished face and Ian's expressionless face.
——The wood in the old house is already dry, so he deliberately spread all the algae oil in key places in the house.
This was what Ian originally planned to use to burn Oceana to death in desperate situations, but his uncle was too useless to use it at all.
Now, this indigenous shaman in front of cheap eyes.
The dry firewood and straw that had been prepared long ago heated up the old house. The terrible heat wave and bright light blinded the shaman's eyes in an instant.
Sequoia people are good at moving at night and can see clearly even in dark moonless nights, but in contrast, they cannot see bright sunlight or overly strong flames.
"Madman, you must leave quickly!"
With only this thought in his mind and his eyes blurred from seeing ahead, the shaman clenched the cane in his hand and swung it forward randomly to drive away any possible attack.
——Who would have thought that someone would be ready to burn their home to the ground?
In this situation, no matter what Ian's final outcome is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really won't be able to leave!
Shaman can't see the situation in the room, and Ian should not be able to see it, but he didn't need to see it -the boy closed his eyes tightly at this moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin eyelids at all. Directly through the firelight, I could see the direction of the thick white mist.
Without any hesitation, Ian took a step forward, using the force technique that Hilliard taught him to dig holes before. He used his waist force, moved his hands forward, and stabbed out the pitchfork in his hand.
Bang! There was a dull collision sound, and even though he was dazzled by the fire for a moment, the shaman was still unable to block the direct thrust. His cane got stuck in the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.
But he still couldn't help being shocked: "How could it be? This is not the power that ordinary children should have!"
There is no time to think about it, Shamanben wants to retreat back, but the right foot hurts when he sets up -the injury that had previously stepped on the Ian trap made him not stand still. aside, but also took the pitchfork with him.
"Want a physical fight?"
At this moment, although Shaman's heart was alert, he was not really panic. In the final analysis, he was still an adult. How could he not be able to hit a eight -year -old child? Without a weapon, it is not a raid. When the heart is prepared ...
Snapped.
A bag of sleeping powder hit the shaman in the face.
The elegant fragrance permeates the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long.
To be honest, if you sprinkle lime on your face, you are indeed invincible. If the lime is still poisonous, it will be even more invincible.
After that, the shaman did want to continue to resist. After undergoing shaman ritual training, his resistance to sleeping powder was by no means comparable to that of a white civilian like Osenna, but he had inconvenient legs and feet, not to mention Ian. It seems that it is completely unaffected by the fire and does not affect any actions at all.
After throwing the sleeping powder, Ian flew directly and knocked Saman to the ground.
He stretched out his hand and firmly choked the opponent's neck.
"Um...how...possible?!"
Sleeping powder, high temperature and hypoxia, young shaman eyes raised, and his face rose red.
In the blazing firelight, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened and flashed with a light blue aqua halo.
Like the luster of light water mist, swaying around the boy's pupils.
—— Yes, Lingneng? !
The consciousness gradually disappeared, struggling wildly, doing everything he did to knock, grabbing, shaking Ian's arm, but no matter how hard he waved, Ian always endured silently, but the strength in his hands became greater and greater. As all of this, all this was all of this. Pain feedback.
"It's just a sacrifice whose life has been bought long ago..."
Before completely losing consciousness, Feather Ring Shaman roared out his last words with hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lungs.
soon.
Like his partner Orga, the unlucky Shaman fell into an eternal sleep that could no longer be awake.
"call……"
And Ian pine opened his hand, the flame was about to burn under his feet, and the hot flame was licking the corner of his clothes. Mars splashed and burned more loopholes with a lot of pants.
Ian stared at the third person he killed today. He exhaled a breath, shook his head, and said quietly: "You are just a sacrifice for the tribe and totem."
"It's so sad and ridiculous that the sacrifice still wants to offer sacrifices."
Then, he turned sideways and picked up Elan, whose mist suddenly turned white and was no longer bright red.
Ian strode towards the door corridor where the flames had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard standing at the door waiting.
The old knight nodded with a smile, as if praising his student's performance.
Ian returned the same smile and looked back amidst the sound of the burning wind.
Under the starless night sky, the red light seemed to be a spark on this dim continent.
He stared at the blazing fire behind him and subconsciously hugged Elan, who was still sleeping in his arms. The boy could already hear the exclamations of the surrounding neighbors.
He turned sideways and looked in Hilliard's direction.
The other party's face and hair color have changed to that of Oceana.
Ian laughed too.
"it's over."
He said: "It's also a new beginning."
——The old things are burned out.
So, the boy took steps toward the moonlit streets of Hilliard.
——The is the new life.
