The smell rushed straight to my head, like an uppercut to me, giving me a "punch" that made me fall backwards and fall to the ground.

I think if I had a shot, time would have stood still in this area.

"Wow!"

I didn't eat in the morning, and now I'm so sick that I vomit stomach acid.

"Ha, hahaha..."

The so-called "God of War" was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud without shame, and his rampant madness led the group of barbarians behind him, causing them to follow the fool and lean back with laughter.

Perhaps this was the attitude of the barbarians towards me, and I could clearly see that the old witch had opened her eyes, and she was watching me, paying close attention to my every move.

"This is the only chance to save Andrew!"

I have suffered so much because of an impulse of distrust! I stood up, stared at the interpreter, and asked aloud, "Enough is enough, I think your gods will be a little happy when they see his people laughing." Ask your sacrifices, when will you heal my friend? ”

"What?"

I don't know why, but it was my humiliating performance that made him let go of his last worries and guards against me. He had the courage to puff up his chest, just like the "god of war" in his mouth, he leaned his ear over, deliberately tested me and said, "I didn't say that this is an atonement for the gods?" ”

"What did you say?"

I sank down, my whole head was "buzzing" and all went blank, and the words that I couldn't help but encourage myself disappeared without a trace at this moment, leaving only a question: "Is this sentence, what you said, true?" ”

"My friend needs treatment now, I beg you, you are playing tricks on me like this, my companion will die!"

They must be joking, right, they must be joking, they must like to play tricks on people, I have endured such humiliation silently, and you have told me that it doesn't count?

"Hmph." I actually laughed out loud at this point, I didn't believe it, and looking at their teasing expressions, I really didn't believe they would do such a thing. Aren't barbarians very simple and scheming? Why did I endure humiliation so sincerely, but in exchange for living as a clown, let these barbarians be fooled!

"Haha, Romans, haha, idiot, idiot!"

At this time, their "god of war" pointed at me and laughed, and insulted me in that stiff Latin, and later, he was not the only one, everyone was laughing at me, pointing at me in a language I did not understand, cheering, holding their stomachs and laughing. I was a living clown in front of them, a man and a woman, who didn't care if Andrew lived or died, but focused all their energy on ridiculing me.

I've never felt such pain, it's like I've been punched in the stomach, and the pain in my heart makes it impossible for me to speak. The unbearable feeling of wanting to cry made me unreservedly reflected in my face.

They did not restrain their excessive expression because of the pain I was now, but on the contrary, they even regarded the hideous expression on my face as a deliberate attempt to please them.

Their laughter grew more and more unbridled, and they even began to reach out to me and shout at me: "Rome, slave! Rome, slaves! ”

More and more presumptuous, the stiff Latin came out of their mouths like a resounding slap in the face, mercilessly whipped in my face. It turned out that they didn't treat me as a human being at all, but as a slave who had been captured.

I'm not a Roman, I'm technically just an Oriental hidden in a Roman shell, I speak Roman Latin proficiently, and I act like a real Roman. But that's not the real me, I'm an Oriental, although it doesn't matter to me to them for their insulting sarcasm about Rome, but I still retain the inner characteristics of Orientals, that is, a sense of belonging, I now believe that I belong to Rome, even if the so-called "heroes" of Rome betray me and try their best to kill me, but this does not mean Rome!

This is a national hatred, and the following is to tease me and make me feel ashamed, this is a family hatred!

It's just this group of people, ranging from dozens of people, even if I am too poor, I am also a centurion of the dignified empire, and they are just under the banner of gods who don't know where they came from. They saved me, but now my gratitude to them is gone. I've even guessed that if Andrew is healed, he can be sold for a good price if he is so strong that he can be a slave anywhere.

No!

I quickly shook my head, and kept telling myself in my heart, no, this can't happen. Now Andrew's life is hanging by a thread, and he has no ability to protect himself at all, just me, although I will be surrounded by the cold environment and my own slightly damp clothes and chain mail.

Gradually, I calmed down, and the humiliation of being teased turned into an inexplicable anger, and the flame burned in my heart. I don't know where the firewood came from, maybe it's the ridicule of that group of people.

I fixed my eyes on the barbarian closest to me, the "god of war" in their eyes and mouths, this rotten rotten thing. He didn't look like a well-trained warrior at all, carrying the short lance in his hand, and he was heckling to himself, leading the others to make fun of me, not even thinking about whether I would attack him suddenly, as it turned out he wasn't so alert.

At this time, a bold idea came to my mind, and my body also chose to follow the instructions of my brain at this moment, step by step, slowly leaning towards the rotten foot boy with his back to me.

His back was to me, and his loud laughter drowned out the rustle of my footsteps and chain mail. It's not just that he doesn't care about me at all, but so do the people who face me. I just walked behind their "God of War" in full view of everyone.

"Hey!"

Eventually, someone stayed awake and caught my move, but it was too far away for him to come up to help and stop me, so he shouted in a hurry to try to get everyone's attention.

The method was good, but it was too late to use it, and his exclamation made everyone present, including the rotten foot boy who was about to be attacked by me, stunned.

I took advantage of the opportunity and slashed the throat of this rotten foot boy with my palm, this guy had no chance to dodge and parry, his throat was cut, and the whole person's face instantly suffocated purple.

He must have been in great pain now, for he fell to his knees with his hands on his neck, and even the short horse gun in his hand had fallen. Before the barrel of the gun hit the ground, I took the opportunity to reach out and hold the short horse gun that had not yet landed firmly in my hand.

"Don't move!"

I grabbed the back of the rotten boy's head with my left hand, and flipped the head of the gun with my right hand, so that the tip of the gun was pressed up against his neck.