There were twenty or thirty savages around, which was far less than Thor's expectation, but it didn't make him breathe a sigh of relief. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Needless to say, the strength of these savages is naturally needless to say, what is terrifying is that they are holding iron spears with flashing cold light in their hands, the spearheads are so sharp that they are dazzling, and more than twenty of them stand together, and a cold breath immediately rises.

Thor pushed his weapon forward again, and said to the old man who was half lying on the ground, "It seems that you are their leader, I wonder if you can let them lay down their weapons?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Thor as if he had seen a ghost, he had been here for a long time, and he had never heard a barbarian speak like this.

But life and death were at stake, and feeling the wooden spear against his chest getting stronger and stronger, he had no doubt that as long as the young barbarian in front of him wanted to kill him, the spearhead would definitely pierce his heart as easily as white paper.

"My lord, I would like to persuade them to lay down their weapons and change my life—" The old man smiled bitterly helplessly, and the shrewdness and cunning on his face just now seemed to be completely gone.

"But they are not my subordinates, I am just "shepherding" for the Servolotes. ”

"In other words, these people don't care about your life or death, right?" Thor pressed his wrist slightly, and pushed the wooden spear a little closer, although he didn't understand what the old man meant by the noun, but seeing that these wild men were just surrounding them, but they didn't kill them immediately, he could think that the status of this old man might not be as "humble" as he said.

The old man blinked, and lowered his body a little, but even so, the flesh on his chest was pierced by Thor, and he held the wooden spear in his hand again, and begged for mercy with a smile:

"Don't, please don't—my lord, I mean, although they usually do my bidding, they don't lay down their arms for my sake at this time......"

A drop of sweat flowed from the old man's forehead, and although he pretended to be smiling, he couldn't help but cry out in his heart, what kind of freak was he attacked by?

He was completely gambling, gambling with his life, and from the moment he had just devalued himself, it would not be strange if he was directly killed by these savages.

But the old man's intuition made him feel that the young barbarian in front of him seemed to make him feel a little different, or it could be said to be weird, so he couldn't help but take the risk and test the enemy's bottom line with his own life.

"But I suppose if you came here to steal some slaves, I'm guessing they'd be willing to give you some- in exchange for my life. Seeing that Thor did not speak, the old man was further tempted.

Standing in the middle of a group of warriors he had brought with him, outside surrounded by the Black Tooth and the men, coldly confronting the savages with iron spears, Kratos stood quietly beside Thor as if he were his exclusive bodyguard.

Thor saw a few more wild men with wooden spears around the periphery, Thor's pupils shrank, and he raised his head and glanced at Kratos beside him.

The eyes of the two silently collided in mid-air, and for a moment, Kratos nodded slightly with the same expression, as if he understood something.

"Good. A cold voice sounded in front of the silent animal skin tent, and as the evening breeze drifted out for a long distance, Thor looked coldly at the old man who was almost completely lying on the ground:

"Give me twenty slaves, and food, and this weapon in their hands—I like it very much, give me ten. Thor picked his finger and pointed at the wild man with the iron spear.

"Food and slaves are fine, but my lord—" the old man had a pleading look on his face, "These iron weapons are the property of the Sevellos, and I have no control over them, and if I call the shots for you, I am afraid that tomorrow I will be killed by the Qu Kou." ”

With a look of unwillingness on his face, Thor bit his lip hatefully and shouted impatiently, "Forget it—bring the food and slaves first." ”

"Okay, okay, no problem—" The old man waved his hand at the wild man standing outside, and the conversation between the two men was naturally heard clearly by the others.

"Listen, hear clearly, give them what they want—" As the words fell, the two barbarians armed with iron spears glanced at Thor with indignation, and had no choice but to turn around and call a few savages with wooden weapons, who seemed to be preparing slaves and food.

"Old man," said Thor, keeping the wooden spear in his hand still, bending a little closer, staring at the old man lying on the ground with his eyes in a low voice.

"Later, when I take the slaves and the food and release you, are you ready to turn around and hunt us down?"

"Why, how can it be—of course ......not," the old man's face changed greatly, and a pinch of yellow beard trembled with his chin, as if he had heard something unbelievable, and opened his mouth wide enough to stuff a duck egg.

But Thor didn't listen to him quietly, and almost at the moment when he finished his last sentence, the young barbarian Nom instantly burst into flames, he jumped high, grabbed the wooden spear like a golden eagle falling from the sky, and pounced on a wild man with an iron spear standing outside the circle.

"Kratos!"

The giant-like Kratos also shot at the moment when Thor started, and he didn't need Thor to shout, he was faintly aware of Thor's intentions just now.

Immediately following Thor who pounced, Kratos jumped out of the semicircle surrounded by Black Tooth and the others with just one stride, and before the two savages in front of him could react, he grabbed them one by one like chickens in each hand.

By this time, Thor's wooden spear had pierced the savage's heart, and he snatched the iron spear, and everything was done between lightning and flint.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone reacted, and the black tooth reacted the fastest, and he almost subconsciously rushed forward, and the wooden spear with a piece of rolled skin pierced into the enemy's body, and heard Thor shouting loudly:

"Kill the one who takes the iron spear, kill the one who takes the iron spear, surrender and don't kill the one who takes the wooden spear!

Kratos had become a terrifying humanoid beast, and he leapt into the crowd, dragging two wild men in his hands, and shaking them off like a big windmill.

The wildling, who was holding in his left hand, broke his neck when he collided with the second person, and died. The wild man in his right hand was thrown directly by Kratos, knocking over three or four tents in a row.

Kratos bent down and picked up the two iron spears on the ground, and in an instant there was no one to stop them, and a pair of iron spears were pulled away by him by brute force.

None of the savages who came across this pair of viper-like shadows were spared, and in the blink of an eye, blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and there was no one around Kratos except the corpse.

The barbarians were all frightened and frightened around him, but they did not dare to approach him, and the barbarians with wooden spears listened to Thor's shout to surrender and not kill, and some had quietly retreated to the back, and they were really frightened by Kratos.

Thor grappled the two barbarian warriors with his captured iron spear, and he could hear the screams of the warriors around him and the crunch of the wooden spears being broken.

"Damn, someone must have died. "A cloud of anger burned in Thor's heart, how many of the ten remaining warriors of the tribe would die?Take them out yourself, but hold on to the corpses and bring them back?

"Damn it, go die, die—" The rage grew stronger, and Thor felt the blood in his body boiling, his eyes turned red, his muscles bulged, and his body was twice as large as his previous sturdy physique.

"Poof" Thor is like a beast in a desperate situation, fighting for his life and attacking wildly, without any moves, but more ferocious than going straight, and every swing of the spear is a life-changing style of play.

The spear pierced the enemy's chest, but the one that belonged to the enemy also pierced Thor in the abdomen.

"Ahhh

"Cluck" to kill the enemy in front of him, Thor did not hesitate, and his backhand was another spear, which pierced into the head of the savage behind him like a long eye in the back of his head, and the tip of the spear penetrated deep into the eye socket, straight to the back of the head, and pierced through.

But this was not the end, he flew up and kicked the corpse strung on the spearhead, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the black tooth next to him had been cornered by the two savages, and he was about to die.

Thor poured all the strength of his body into the fine iron spear, only to feel that the strength of his body seemed to be inexhaustible, and waved his hand and shook it fiercely-

A lightning-fast black shadow tore through the air, and with a "whining" sound, the wind easily passed through the back of the wild man, and through the front chest, the spear shot straight into the left chest of the second wild man.

The two men were strung together and flew forward for a few meters, knocking down a tent before they could hit the ground.

There were not a few barbarians with iron spears left, Kratos and Thor rushed left and right in the war group, and quickly killed all the enemies, while the remaining barbarian men were less than twenty, and they, together with women and children, surrounded Thor and the others from a distance, and did not dare to get close.

Thor only felt the strength in his body recede like a tide, his red eyes gradually returned to his true color, and the pain in his body only hit at this time, and the wound on his lower abdomen came from a huge pain that seemed to be torn open.

He endured the pain, his face did not change, and fiercely glanced at the savages surrounding him, his gaze was like a scimitar, and everyone who was swept by it subconsciously lowered their heads.

"Obey me, life!" Thor clenched the weapon in his hand, braced his body, and shouted at the crowd: "Those who do not obey, die!"

Kratos answered, holding spears in both hands, the two iron spears had long been stained dark red with blood, and there was a cold light that seeped through people, as if to tell how cruel their owners were.

A wild man trembled and fell to his knees, pressing his forehead against the ground in adoration and submission, and the second and third ...... Eventually, the remaining men and women, dozens of wild men, women, all lay on the ground, the dirt was red and dripping with the blood of the losers who had not yet dried up.

Taken by the powerful force of Thor and Kratos, these savages, who had lost their leader, chose to surrender.

The warriors brought out by Thor were four killed in battle, leaving six warriors to guard, and he, Kratos, and Blacktooth entered an uninhabited tent.

"Black tooth ......". He said to Blacktooth:

"Find someone to put away those metal spears, and then you go and get the old man back, he is carrying people, and he can't run far, quick, go quickly. ”

A handful of old men with yellow beards escaped at some point, and they were gone, along with the little savages who had attacked Kratos.

Thor wasn't going to let the two run away, he still had a lot of questions to ask them, and he believed that with Blacktooth's tracking ability, he would be able to get the two back.

"Yes, Noam!" Blacktooth nodded without hesitation and rolled out of the tent.

"Kratos—" Thor summoned the most trustworthy man again, and commanded him, "Go and release the slaves in a wooden cage, let these surrendered wildlings mix with the slaves, and then choose three men from each of the slaves and the wildlings to help watch over them, and let the warriors rest in turn tonight, but at least make sure that there are three men on patrol, and you show your face, and the wildlings are very afraid of you." ”

He gasped for breath, only to feel that his vision was getting blurry and blurry, and he was gradually losing sight of things. He shook his head, bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to wake up, and then said to Kratos:

"As soon as it dawns tomorrow, I will send someone to bring the people of our tribe, and we must take them immediately......

Kratos had been staring at Thor since the beginning, as if some magical flower had grown on his face, but this time he nodded solemnly.

"Well, please...... I...... I'll rest for a while......" As soon as the words fell, the whole person was already leaning on his side, leaning against the corner of the tent, and fell into a deep sleep.

Kratos couldn't help but admire the young Noem a little, and after fighting to the exhaustion, he still arranged the rest of the things clearly, which was too rare for a barbarian.

"Maybe you can really make a career. Kratos said slowly.

"But before that—" He pulled a piece of the hide from his side, and with a cold face, gently lifted Thor by the waist, and wrapped the skin around his wound, and bandaged it expertly.

"It's still a little tender—"