After a day in the wasteland, I finally arrived at my destination, the Borg Village Prison.

The sentries on the high corner tower saw the large and strange troops, blew the loud horns, and dozens of heavily armed warriors rushed out of the fence in a panic, thinking it was an enemy attack.

Helen answered the sentry with the war song of Qingyue.

These Bimon warriors were dressed in old leather armor and had a variety of weapons in their hands. Liu Zhenzhen got closer and saw clearly that these warriors were all pig-faced people of the Pig-faced tribe who had admired the name for a long time, and their noses were really similar to their own, except that his was a big hole, and this one was even bigger and straighter.

"Campas God of War! It's Miss Helen! A pig-faced man who looked like a general riding a wild boar with a filthy colorless ostrich tail stuck in the shiny rivet of his helmet cried out in surprise.

"Uncle Yorkshire!" Helen jumped out of Liu's shock and greeted him in surprise.

"Yes, I am your faithful old York!" The pig-faced man wept with joy, jumped down from the boar, got down on one knee, and kissed the back of Helen's hand deeply, tears like memories of opening the floodgates, and kept wetting Helen's little hands.

"I've been dreaming of you all my dreams!" Helen couldn't help crying, now she is a poor little girl who sees her long-lost relatives, where is her usual charm.

"Faithful Pigs, see Miss Helen." The miscellaneous team of pig-faced people next to him fell to one knee in a messy manner.

"Lord SMS has been missing you all the time since the accident in Maple Leaf Village half a year ago." Yorkshire's face was full of tears: "My lord drank wine for a whole month, and every day he was crying with the portrait of Miss Heidi and you. ”

"Where's my uncle?" Helen squeezed out a smile bitterly and reluctantly.

"Someone has already reported it, and I guess I thought it was an enemy attack, and I will be able to arrive immediately." Yorkshire wiped his tears as well, and the pig's nose was covered with mud mixed with tears.

"These are" Old York's eyes extended to Liu Zhenzhen behind Helen, and he was taken aback by the fact that the panda warriors were a lot taller than him, not the fangs of the wild boar behind him, which almost fell backwards.

"This is my savior" Helen just grabbed Liu Zhenzhen's arm, and before she could finish speaking, a figure had already stumbled over and hugged her.

Liu Zhenzhen was furious, just now he didn't look at this stinky pig-faced man kissing Helen's hand, but now it is even more out of line, and he actually hugs, Liu Zhenzhen stroked his arm and was ready to do it.

"Helen, my darling!" The figure that suddenly appeared hugged the little fox almost crying. Liu Zhen calmed down, only to find out that this guy was also a middle-aged Fox with a fiery red tail. The fine sacrificial robes were stained with dirt and ash, and the leather boots under his feet were stained with the remnants of dirt and vomit, and there was a strong smell of alcohol from all over his body.

This Fawkes is a middle-aged man, very handsome, also with fiery red curly hair, but his face is a little depressed and pale.

"My dear uncle!" Helen couldn't control her feelings anymore, and her crying was so loud that Liu's shocking eardrums trembled.

"Let me take a good look at you!" The middle-aged Fox man stared at the little fox's face, shivered and wiped the tears from her face, and gave another hug.

"Uncle Simak!" Helen choked and hugged him tightly, and the Pigs around him were also wiping their tears, and the dust on their faces was washed away by the tears.

"How did you get back? Merciful God of War! Middle-aged Fox struggled to calm his mood from the excitement.

"It was this Pig who saved my life, the ship of the despicable human slave trader suffered a great storm in the public waters off Cape Naron, our ship ran aground, all the people drowned, Heidi, Haibei, and Hai Jui died, and all the evil slave traders died, and this kind Pig happened to be left on that desert island and saved my life." Helen suppressed her grief and introduced Liu Zhenzhen to her uncle.

"I can't put into words how grateful I am for your generosity!" Simak nodded at Liu Zhenzhen, he saw Liu Zhenzhen ruffle his hair, for this strange and ugly Pige, based on the identity of the nobleman, he maintained the reserve of the intact nobleman at the same time, but also expressed his most sincere gratitude.

"It's a privilege for Pigg to serve his lord." Liu Zhenzhen, who is used to big words, already knows how to deal with it, and this has a routine in his heart.

"Which family are you a retainer, I will definitely inform the temple and let your family give you the highest reward, you saved the youngest priest in the kingdom!" Simak asked.

"I am a Pige of a small tribe scattered in the Danube, and my family has been devoured by the sudden appearance of otherworldly demonic beasts as early as when I was hunting, and I am the only one left." Liu Zhen's tears were bursting, as if there was really such a thing, and his expression was a little too grief-stricken.

"If that is the case, I can allow you to join my clan, and I will bestow you the title of knight's attendant, and my title is viscount, so I can only do so, but your merit is fully worthy of the title of noble knight." The generosity of Lord Viscount made the pig-faced people around him gasp for a while, obediently, the knight served! Yorkshire is forty years old, and he is just a squad leader, and he is still a militia self-defense force.

"Uncle, Richard is a natural soul singer," Helen said with a blushing face.

The eyes of Viscount Simak and the surrounding Pigs straightened, and the sound of gasps almost sucked the air into a vacuum.

"A natural soul singer?" Thinking that something was wrong with his ears, Viscount Simak looked at his niece and the ugly Pige in disbelief. The birth rate of a natural soul singer makes Viscount Simak keep rolling in his memory.

"Richard, he's still a dragon sacrifice!" The little fox knew that as soon as he said this, he was even more shocked.

The sound of weapons falling to the ground sounded all around, and the Pigs' hands were empty, and there was a row of bright weapons on the ground, and each of them opened their mouths wide to see the deep throat inside.

"What" Viscount Simak's soul was faintly out of his body, and it took a long time to ease his senses.

A natural soul singer? Dragon sacrifice? A stupid and ugly Pige?

The Viscount couldn't sort out all the relationships for a long time, this sentence was too shocking. Even Fox, the most productive incarnation of wisdom in the sacrificial production, had only had one born soul singer, and this was a thousand years ago. Dragon sacrifice? There is only one in Beamon's history for so many years.

It's too

The Viscount's mind was in turmoil.

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