Bull ran through a field of golden wheat, and when he saw a man in a burlap robe, bent over and busy, he hurried up and tried to communicate:

"I want to see the High Priest - I have something very important!" Bull spoke in a hurry, panting heavily, and he grabbed the person closest to him, and hurried to explain the situation, but he knew that he would not be able to speak for a while, so he directly pointed out that he wanted to see the High Priest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bull looked very depressed at this time, his clothes were ragged, his hair was dirty and disheveled, and his body smelled like a rancid soup, almost like a slave who had escaped from his master.

He was holding him a man of about forty years old, much shorter than Boole, who didn't look like a native of the Desert at all, but more like a Wotan continent from the other side of the sea.

Suddenly caught by a strange savage, the man was obviously frightened, and subconsciously wanted to break free and break free from the other party's hand, but Bull's strength was much greater than him, and at this time he was even more desperate, no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't struggle.

The man noticed the blood stains on Bull's body, and he keenly smelled a hint of danger, and the wild man in front of him who suddenly rushed out to grab him was probably not a madman.

Thinking so, the man tried to stabilize Bull first, while the other peasants, who were not too far from the two of them, were busy in the fields, and they all got up and looked this way, as if they sensed that something was not quite right.

"Ask for ...... Please, take me to the High Priest - I am also a Cerverlo, but this is my first time here - I have something very important to say to the Priests-"

Bull knew that his excitement and recklessness had caused a slight misunderstanding, so he relaxed the strength of his hand, tried to calm down as much as possible, and said in a sincere tone to the man in front of him.

There was a flash of surprise in the man's eyes, and when he heard Bull say that he was from Severo, he bent down slightly, put his right hand on his shoulder, and bowed skillfully.

Bull paused for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that Qukou had said to them with envy that the nobles of the Severos in Ujungpandang kept slaves called the Nameless, which, unlike the ubiquitous savages, were a scarcer resource than gold on the island.

All of them are from the Wotan continent, and before they became slaves, they were often people with knowledge or status on the continent, and nobles were very common, and each of them was a treasure of immeasurable value.

These nameless men were sold to the desert by slave traders on the other side of the continent and bought by the Servero nobles, who then served the nobles who bought them, usually working as herding livestock, cultivating the land, and weaving clothes.

As a result, large tribes with nameless people often had no shortage of fields, livestock, and even cloth and linen clothes, and were extremely rich in materials, while small Serveros settlements such as the former tribes of Boer were still dependent on hunting and gathering.

Knowing the identity of the person in front of him, Bull calmed down a little, his momentum became slightly tougher, he raised his head, and repeated in a somewhat commanding tone:

"Take me to the city—I want to see the priest, I have very important information. ”

The man sighed and waved his hand to the peasants who were leaning towards him, signaling that it was okay to come here.

Bull guessed that those people were also nameless people raised by the nobles of the city of Ujon Pandang, and it seemed that these yellow fields were the farmland that Qu Kou had said, and that food could really grow on them? It sounded like strange witchcraft.

Thinking of Qu Kou, a tall demon with a war hammer in his mind appeared again, Bull shuddered, and the mood that was still a little excited just now cooled down again.

"Honorable Lord, please come with me. The man hesitated for a moment, but still saluted, stretched out his hand and pointed to the side of the road, in the direction of the shadow of the city, and stepped forward to lead the way.

The two men ran all the way, past seemingly endless wheat fields, and finally came to the strange high wall that Bull had seen from afar on the cliff.

The walls of the great bluestone were firmly glued together by the clay, and the stone surface glowed with a cold light, as if it was scanning the crowd passing under it like ants with a disdainful gaze.

A tall gate that could accommodate twenty people side by side was open, and there were not many people coming in and out, but it never stopped, and Bull looked up at the city wall, and his heart was steady.

Feeling frightened and uneasy, and confused and unsure of where he would go in the future, Bull came all the way here, and finally settled down at this moment.

"Yes—with such walls to protect them, how can even the most terrible enemy be afraid. Bull calmed down, put his heart back in his stomach, and he slowly stepped forward.

The nameless slave beside him said to him without humility or arrogance, "My lord, this is it, go find the warriors guarding the city gates, and they may take you to the priest." ”

The man spoke, and stretched out his hand to the two tall Serveros standing with their knives at the gate of the city, they were wearing leather armor, but their elbows, abdomen, thighs were exposed, and some strange pictures were painted on them, such wild armor was worn, showing great self-confidence, they believed that the enemy could not hurt themselves at all, so they would not wear bulky full-body armor.

Bull sighed that the Nameless was worthy of being a slave that only nobles were qualified to keep, and even his words sounded so comfortable, and even sporadically popped up in his mind the picture of himself being rewarded by the priest for offering important information, and also becoming a nobleman, owning several Nameless slaves.

Then, with a quick shake of his head, dissipating the distractions from his mind, Bull took two quick steps to one of the two warriors guarding the gates.

As Bull approached, the two of them were already alert, and the scimitar hanging from their waists had already been drawn halfway.

"Stop—" scoldly yelled at Bull.

Bull hastily stopped, raised his hands to show that he had no ill will, and then slowly approached a distance that was not very close to speak, and shouted:

"I'm a Cervero from the jungle to the south - my tribe has been horribly attacked, please let me meet the priest—"

The two warriors looked at each other suspiciously, and then laughed in unison, and the louder they laughed, the more outrageous they became.

They looked up and down at the down-and-out Bull, and the warrior who was near him spat with disdain and disdain, and cursed:

"Phew, where did the barbarians come from, I don't know what kind of miscellaneous tribe was wiped out, and they actually ran to Wurong Pandang?"

The tall warrior on the side also stepped forward, looked directly at Bull coldly and reprimanded: "There are more Serveros on this island, do you think that everything should alarm the priest? ”

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked it fiercely, Bull was already stunned, stupid, and didn't think about dodging at all, this kick hit him in the chest, and the big man of nearly two meters was kicked out sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were full of stars, and when he looked up, the Nameless One before was gone, and it seemed that he didn't want to get involved in the fight between these Severos.