In the process of hunting and fishing, the Andes mountain people also knew to release the young and small fish.

The slave hunters did not, only ruins remained where they passed, and in their eyes, the Andes mountain dwellers were not human at all, but only two-legged prey, and in their words, there were only two kinds of Andes mountain dwellers who were useful, one that could be sold for money, and the other that was dead.

In their eyes, the Andes mountain people are not raised by their mother's father, but the wild leeks on the mountain, which have been cut this year, and another wave will emerge next year.

When Sean rushed back to the village, the fire in the village had been extinguished by a sudden heavy rain, although he was fully mentally prepared, when he really saw the sad appearance in the village, there was still an irrepressible flame rushing into the brain, and countless tyrannical thoughts were rolling in his mind, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound.

Sean went crazy and drilled through the rubble, and found only a cold corpse, only a few could still recognize their faces, most of them had become twisted and charred corpses, most of them were women and children, they were burned alive, and in the face of this kind of artificial arson, even the secret room had no way to protect their safety.

It wasn't until he found the blue-skinned baby girl in the arms of a long-dead young mother that Sean recovered from his frenzy.

He remembered that this baby girl, when her mother had a difficult birth, he was the one who delivered the baby, and he was looking for his mother, but the mother was not there, so he could only bite the bullet, this was his first and only delivery.

The name was also given by him - Yelena, meaning deer in ancient Antis Chinese, she has a pair of fawn-like eyes.

He also remembered that her mother, a girl not a few years older than him, had been married to the village for less than two years, and that she should have been able to have four or five children at the age of flowers.

Compared to her laughing mother, her father is a very stereotypical person, and he is also not a few years older than Sean, but he is one of the few people in the village who hate Sean, and since he was a child, he has thought that Sean is a freak, a cunning hungry wolf in human skin disguise, which may be related to the fact that he was beaten by Sean, who was only five years old, and left a psychological shadow.

But in all fairness, it was a young and hard-working stick guy, with a hand that was only stronger than Sean's archery, and he was the youngest condor archer in the history of the village, and he should have had some extraordinary achievements, and now he has also become a cold corpse, covered with all kinds of wounds, but none of them are on the back, he died to protect the village and protect his wife and daughter.

Sean remembered a lot of people, both who liked him and those who didn't, who liked and who hated, but now most of them had become cold corpses.

Sean has always thought that he was just a spectator, watching the joys and sorrows of this village, occasionally joining them, is also a kind of resident identity, never really integrated into them, after all, this is just Elena's random choice in order to give birth to him, if he had chosen other villages, he might not even know them.

But there are not so many ifs in this world, feelings are not determined by subjective consciousness, when life is communicative, regardless of joys and sorrows, feelings have already been unconsciously bred.

The only good news that is not good news, their house is not in the ranks of burning, and there is no trace of the mother's return in it, but I think about it, it is a secret language level warlock, although there is still a certain distance from the control level, but with the small means that have been absorbed from Sean for so many years, even if the combat power does not reach the guard level, it is almost the same, if she is there, it is impossible not to say that the movement that has made it is impossible not to say this, whether the other party dares to attack the walled city, or not.

"Am I ruthless?" was the first thing Sean asked when Marshall saw Sean again.

Marshall didn't answer, just sat quietly beside him, knowing that all Sean needed now was a listener.

"Actually, I can do a lot for the village, you know, I know a lot of things, I can make more advanced crossbow arrows, I can set up a more sound defense system for the village, I can teach them more advanced farming techniques, I know a lot of ways to make the village richer...... But I didn't do anything, for so many years, I didn't do anything, just curled up like a rat in a hole of my own making, occasionally helping them with my medical skills, and I don't know if it was out of sincerity or just to try out my own cure. ”

"Because I'm afraid, afraid of being killed, afraid that they will treat me like a monster. ”

"Haha, I didn't do anything because I was afraid of being treated like a monster, but I was a monster from the beginning, have you ever seen a baby who can understand someone just a few months after birth? Have you ever seen a bunch of orphans who adopted a bunch of orphans at the age of two or three and taught them to read and do things for themselves? Have you ever seen a cold-blooded monster who saw his compatriots still living below the subsistence line, and had a way but didn't take it out? I was a cold-blooded monster through and through,"

"You're not a monster, and you're not cold-blooded. Marshall corrected with a serious face, " If you are really cold-blooded, you will not pick us up from the wilderness, if you are really cold-blooded, you will not sit here and complain, you yourself have said before, wealth without matching force is the greatest source of evil, if you really create a lot of wealth for the village, do not use people outside the mountain, the people in the mountains will raze the village to the ground, in the final analysis, because we ourselves are too weak, if we are strong enough, naturally we don't have to look forward and backward like before, do what we wanted to do but did not dare to do, just now we counted, the number is only one-third of the population, except for a part of the hunting did not returnSome of them should have been taken away by the slave hunters, and according to the time reckoning, they could not return to the Bastille before sunset the day after tomorrow, and I think we should be able to do something about it now. ”

"Yes, we do have the ability to do something, and we should do something. Marshall's words woke up Sean, who was in a state of self-reproach, and a bright light erupted in his eyes, "Blood debts must be repaid with blood debts." ”

"Blood debts are repaid. Marshall, Arnold, and Evan responded.

"Come, let's plan. Sean drew an arrow, drew a few simple strokes on the ground, and a lifelike simple map appeared in front of the four of them.

If there are other old Andis mountain hunters present, they will definitely be shocked, because this is a map of the small half of the Andes crater, and many Andes mountain people who have lived here all their lives may not know what the place they live in.

The other three were accustomed to it, as they had accompanied Sean through most of the place.

"Judging from the scale of the battle, the other side is a large slave hunting team, with at least five knights, fifty knights and a hundred auxiliaries, otherwise they would not dare to go so deep, go deep here, they should have gained a lot along the way, our village is eighty percent of the last village they breached, or rather, our village was only on their way back, they were easily defeated. ”

Sean's brain, which had regained his composure, was racing rapidly, and his speculation was not unfounded speculation, beyond this mountain beam to the north, was the territory of Clayton the Scavenger.

Clayton's strength is not terrible, but the old fox itself is not clear about the Bastille of the slave hunting city, and it is said that they have a secret deal about the population in secret, but there has been no substantial evidence.

Even if you come up with evidence, it's useless, the Andis mountain people themselves are a plate of scattered sand, and the various forces of all sizes in the Nuoda mountain range are not fifty but thirty, and there is originally a force with a head and a face, and occasionally gathered to fight with people outside the mountain for a few rounds.

Since the discovery of an iron mine 30 years ago, the three villages and eight caves fought for the head and blood, and injured the vitality, it has been slumped and gradually reduced to an ordinary village.

Clayton the Scavenger only likes to suck blood, not to govern, and the surrounding area is not lightly plagued by him, unless it is to attack the base camp of Clayton the Scavenger, where the slave hunting team is not profitable at all, if you want to deal with the scavengers, this number of troops is far from enough, and it must be increased more than three times.

This old fox is getting older and more timid, and he cherishes his life very much, and his condor siblings have a squadron (about 30 people), and his strength cannot be underestimated.

If you go east is the territory of McGee, the skull-crusher, compared to Clayton, the scavenger, this lord is a real strength, his ancestor is one of the three villages and eight caves of Shangshui Village, although it is now a little declining, but the starving camel is bigger than the horse, Shangshui Village is still one of the largest villages around.

Since the previous lord of the village, McGee the Skull-Crusher's father, married the Kentana barbarians further east, their strength has reversed, and the surrounding villages have been led by him one after another.

Compared to Clayton the Scavenger who likes to use the Condor Shooter, McGee the Skullcrusher with half of the Kentana barbarian blood is more interested in berserkers, he is surrounded by bloodthirsty and militants, he is a typical racist, very hateful to people outside the mountains, not to mention the slave hunters, even if they are caravans outside the mountains, if they find out, they will kill a chicken and dog, usually they go to find trouble in the slave hunting city, and the slave hunters rarely dare to run to his territory.

The slave hunters were jackals who bullied the weak and feared the hard—they came to the mountains to make a fortune, not to fight, and if they lost too many men in the process, it would be more than worth the loss.

"It is difficult for us to do this alone, so we will divide our troops into three ways, and I will go to the slave hunters, to find out as much as possible about their condition, and to hold them back. Aiwen, you stay in the village, wait for those villagers who go out to hunt, the first thing they need to do when they come back is not to support me, but to deal with the corpses in the village, now that the weather is so hot, once the plague is triggered, it will not be a casualty of one village and one village, Marshall, you want to find a way to find more reinforcements, in the name of me and my mother, or not to do it, or to do it, it will be big. ”