"Whaaaah!!!"
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 stones flew, two of which hit the barbarian's unprotected head, breaking its skull and causing it to fall, but the bigger guy would never let go of a fight where blood could 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 bent down and tried to get out of the way. The Shahan beast got into the gap between them, and stabbed a man's thigh with a bone knife, but before he could take action, two machetes came on it, made a hole in its back, and then chopped it off. 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 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 swung the scimitar and felt the sharp blade hook into the flesh, then sink deeply.
Blood splattered out, splattering all over his clothes.
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 with force.
"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 waved a terrifying heavy hammer and roared, taking away the lives of two caravan members in one go. Their 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 smiling barbarian slave catchers were trying to drag them out of the battlefield.
Ricas realized that he had to protect the teacher. However, at this time he saw the chef who was cooking for the caravan roaring towards the barbarian slave catchers. His son was caught, but the leader stopped him. The chef swung his stick hard to attack the opponent, but was easily blocked by the opponent's shield.
As the hammer swept across, Chef's torso left his legs, leaving a pool of blood on the gravel.
"Come on you bastard!!!"
The angry Likas suddenly burst out. The barbarian leader showed an expression that resembled a smile, and a row of dirty yellow teeth leaked 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. belly, but pierced its thigh.
The barbarian leader let out a howl of pain, as terrifying as a human scream, but it did not fall. 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. The Barbarian Man, who barely regained his sight, roared and counterattacked. It tensed its body and grasped the heavy hammer with both hands, preparing for some brutal efforts.
Then it noticed Ricas's left hand hanging loosely at 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 upcoming sneak attack. Ricas also took out his left hand again.
This time, however, there was no salt thrown in its face.
Instead, Ricas took advantage of this threat and slashed at his opponent's remaining good leg with his 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 repay blood with blood——
The barbarian leader screamed and staggered from the blow. He raised his 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, the body of the barbarian leader twitched in painful spasms, and the huge hammer slipped from its 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, followed by 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 machete and slashed at them from behind. He killed at least five of them. It was not until the barbarians were 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. 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.
"My child, what you did was very good. You protected me but I couldn't protect you."
Before he finished speaking, his hand slipped on the gravel. Ricas's eyes were wide with tears in his eyes, and he opened his mouth but could not make any sound.
The teacher died because he failed to protect him——
Likas realized that he had made a big mistake. He was so blinded 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 buzzing too, and then there was a terrible roar, 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 gravel 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——
(End of chapter)
