"Please—take me to the priesthood...... It's really important......" Bull got up from the ground, he didn't know why he was beaten, and he didn't know why the two warriors who were supposed to be of his own clan had such an attitude. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had never left the sphere of his small tribe, let alone come to a place like Ujung Pandang, and he could only beg as hard as he could, begging the two warriors guarding the city gate to allow him to see the priest, otherwise he would not even be able to enter the city gate.

If he doesn't accept himself here, where can he go? Wouldn't he become a lonely ghost if he lost his survival? How could he survive in the wilderness?

He was greeted by the warrior's strong right leg, and at the same time the gatekeeper standing behind him, who had begun to curse, had drawn his scimitar at his waist.

The blade is forged from fine steel, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, shining with a silvery white light, and you can guess that it is a scimitar with an extremely sharp blade just by looking at it.

"Hey, this guy still hasn't listened to persuasion, do you really think he's of the same race as us?" The warrior who drew his scimitar slowly stepped forward with a smile, and the cold blade gently scraped Bull's cheek, and he sneered and said:

"If you want to have some fun with us, I don't mind, anyway, the two of us are bored guarding here, maybe we won't really play you to death?"

Bull didn't expect that one day he would be the same kind of people he thought he was, draw his sword and subconsciously struggle to retreat against the ground.

The two warriors standing under the towering walls looked at him coldly, and Bull no longer had the pride and joy of the first time he saw the tall walls of Ujungpandang, but instead the coldness and fear from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that he would not see the High Priestess of the Severo, and that even Ujung Pandang himself would not have a chance to set foot in it, and now he turned and fled, fled into the woods, or prayed to join a down-and-out horde of savages, was the only chance to survive.

The eyes of these two warriors are not a joke at all, and if they continue to stay here, they may really be killed as playthings.

At this moment, just as Bull got up in frustration and wanted to leave quickly, there was a sudden angry rebuke:

"What are you doing!" all three of them subconsciously turned their heads, only to see a tall young man walking slowly towards them.

The young man had long hair, rare among barbarians, tied in a high ponytail and tied back at the back of his head, and he wore a silk gown covered with a waistcoat sewn with fox skin, and white fluff as clean as snow. With a pair of delicate leather boots on his feet, Bull couldn't tell what kind of leather was a cherished creature, but the man in front of him gave him a feeling completely different from other Serveros, and he had never seen such a dazzling character in his life.

I saw the young man coming over with anger on his face, and the two warriors seemed to know him, and looked at each other in a panic, then lowered their heads and hurriedly greeted:

"Lord Badia-sama—"

"Bang-" Before they could speak, the young man had already kicked in the chest of the Evero warrior who had just kicked Bull, and the warrior who was taller than Bull was kicked out like a three-year-old child.

He didn't stop, he reached forward with the momentum, snatched the scimitar directly from the other person's hand with a slight force, and then raised the knife and slashed forward.

"Snort-" The Servero warrior couldn't react at all, subconsciously closed his eyes, and slowly opened his eyes after hearing the voice, only to see that the leather armor on his chest had been opened a big gap, but after all, he was still not injured.

"I heard him shouting. The ponytailed young man named Badia threw his scimitar on the ground with a "clang", looked at the two terrified warriors with a cold expression, and said in a cold voice:

"He said he was a Serverian—didn't you hear me?—the same warrior of the Serverians you had drawn your sword again!"

The two warriors lowered their heads and said nothing, obviously not feeling that they had committed any unforgivable sin, but they obviously did not want to offend the young man in front of them, so they chose to remain silent.

And Badia seemed to be very helpless about this, and finally glanced at the two of them hatefully, and then came to Bull's side with a sigh, his expression softened slightly, and asked softly:

"I happened to be passing by here, and I heard you shouting that you had something important to see the priest?" his tone was calm, and at this moment there were already many Serveros who had entered and exited the city gates, and Bull even saw many humans dressed in clothes that did not look like they came from the barren corners.

"Yes...... Yes, my lord—" The crowd made Bull a little nervous, and Badia saw it, so he turned back to disperse the crowd, and reprimanded the two warriors coldly:

"Go back, I'll explain this to Uncle Rasri. After saying that, he waved his hand like no more words, and let the two gate guards walk away.

"Now let's talk. Badia's tone became softer, which greatly relieved Bull's anxiety, but he was suddenly subjected to such a strong contrast, he only felt that his mood was like riding a roller coaster, and he was suddenly extremely cold, and suddenly he was able to rekindle a little hope.

Bull tried his best to gather his emotions and spoke slowly to Badia:

"Yes, my lord...... I want to see the priests...... Because my tribe suffered a group of ...... two days ago The attack of a group of very terrible fellows......" Bull shuddered subconsciously at this point, and the dreaded wolf in his mind, the terrifying warrior in the wolf-faced armor, and the tall warrior who executed the mouth of the ditch under the tree seemed to all appear in front of him.

Shivering uncontrollably, Bull looked frightened.

Badia listened carefully to what Bull said, his face looked very serious, and he tried to comfort Bull and said, "Okay, I see...... Where is your tribe? Can you tell me how many people attacked you?"

Bull forced himself to dispel the horrific memories in his mind, and replied with trembling vocal cords: "My tribe...... At...... It's about two to three days away in the forest to the south......"

Badia nodded her head to show that she understood, and looked at Bull encouragingly, much to Bull's relief.

His voice calmed a little and continued, "They...... I don't know how many of them there are, all I can see is an endless stream of warriors riding dire wolves......"

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Badia's eyes widened and Bull was interrupted in surprise: "What did you say they were riding?"

"Riding a Dire Wolf ......"

Badia's brows furrowed instantly, he thought that he was just a poor man who had lost his home due to the attack of other tribes or savage tribes, and he had come to help him only because of some of his usual political opinions.

But I didn't expect to get a lot of information.

"We're talking about the same kind of dire wolf, right?" he asked, staring straight at Bull.

"Yes, sir—" Bull spoke much more smoothly, "a ferocious beast more than three meters long and weighing hundreds of kilograms......"

"Shhhh ”

"Believe me—I'm talking about the real lords—" said Bour, fearing that Badia would think he was making things up, and pleaded with all his might, "they are all in iron armor - with terrible helmets - and wolves under their crotch, and many warriors who don't ride wolves - all strong - all terrible ......"

Although Bull's words seemed a little incoherent, his fear was also deeply infectious.

"Riding a Dire Wolf...... Ironclad ...... Oh my God, when did there be such a group of people in the Deserted Corner?" a bad premonition suddenly rose in the young man's heart, "and also wiped out a tribe of Cerveros two days away from Ujung Pandang?"

Badia felt bad, he dragged Bull and pulled him to hurry towards the city gate:

"Come with me—I'll take you to the priest. ”