Far from dying, York was almost unscathed, and his hair looked more energetic and energetic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's weird, is York a human or a ghost," Shiratori said.

York came down from the Devil Flyer, and like a majestic knight, the wild men around us retreated.

"York," I called. He smiled and walked towards me.

"You're not dead, it's great, it's great" We all forgot at once, we were captives, so we fenced it off with impunity.

"This family is really big," old black touched York's head like a mother. And Shiratori cut like a provocative old uncle, constantly pinching York's face. We all rejoiced in York's resurrection. York didn't die, thanks to the Devil Flyer, who mistakenly thought that the Devil Flyer had taken York's body as a good lunch, and instead of eating it, he saved York, and I don't know what kind of resurrection medicine it gave York.

The Devil Flyer was probably to repay York for saving his life, so it became York's mount, and from that time on, York came and went freely, and he suddenly became the most stylish man among us.

We were so happy that we forgot about the cannibals around us.

"Buzzing" they collectively issued protests and warnings. The wild man "York" said and stood behind York, who confronted him face to face as the leader of his race.

He patted his chest with his hand, and we don't know what that meant.

"Don't worry," York said with a pause. I nodded. He stood silent.

York walked up to the old man among them, and didn't know what to say, and then they cheered inexplicably, and tried to shake my hand, and I held out my hand nervously, and the old fellow grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, and it was a handshake, and it was almost like shaking my hand.

We gave our hometown a name, Albert. The name has no meaning or reason, it is a name that is chosen for the sake of sounding and being easy to call. Abbott is not the supreme leader of the tribe, the supreme leader has been captured by us, of course these are things that I learned later, although we have all shook hands and made peace, but I have never been able to overcome the emptiness in my heart, who has seen wolves and sheep become friends, I have palpitations when I think about it.

I looked back at the wounded people lying on the ground, they were in pain, and I gestured to York and told them to let Sharia go.

Abbott had Sharia brought out, and Sharia was unharmed, not like a captive, but more like a guest. She was carried out in a sedan chair made by cannibals.

Later, I heard from Sharia that after she was caught, the cannibals initially wanted to eat her, but she automatically helped the cannibals heal their injuries, so instead of eating him, the cannibals treated Sharia as a god and a supreme witch.

Abbott has a lot of respect for Sharia, so they all respect us.

Sharia gathered some herbs to stop the bleeding of the wounded.

I instructed the wounded to be carried back.

"Carry it there," Shiratori asked.

York was pointing beside him, and he wanted to tell us to stay here first. I promised him, and we carried the men to a clean clearing, and Sharia set up a fire to boil medicine for them, and the white bird took care of fetching the women.

I didn't see the little black dwarf for a long time.

We have a new home, another empty piece of sand. When we had settled everything, the little black dwarves suddenly came out of the ground, and I saw them furious. I grabbed the Filipino man who took the lead and punched him to the ground.

and held him accountable for "why he came so late".

He stroked my sore face, but he didn't speak.

"You say, you're dumb, do you know, we almost died," I said.

"Forget it, it's all over," Old Black pulled me.

"What the hell is going on, dwarfs," I asked.

"He gave orders where we stayed," said the dwarf.

I could tell he was scared, even though we weren't the most powerful of the species, but they were starting to fear me.

"Why do you give the order to stay in the cave?" I asked, picking him up.

"Isn't it death to come out," he retorted to me fiercely.

"Death, coward, did you know that we almost died because of your cowardice? Do you know it's a violation of our rules?"

"Lao Xiang, kill him" I called Lao Xiang, who was standing next to him in a daze, and he didn't react to what was going on.

"Kill him?" He asked stupidly. "Yes killed"

"You're kidding," Lao Xiang said.

"Nobody's kidding," I yelled, and the old smile's expression disappeared at once, and anyone could tell that I wasn't joking.

"Hero, calm down, it's all over, forget it" Old Black tried to intercede for his compatriots.

"In the past, look at the brother lying on the ground, do you think it will be so easy to pass?" I coldly pointed to the seriously injured people not far away.

"If you don't kill him, I'm sorry for them, and if you don't kill him, it's hard to have anyone united," I continued.

Lao Hei said, "You deserve you, what is not good to be a coward." ”

As he spoke, he kicked the Filipino on the ground.

"Hero, you see that it is enough to punish him once, and you will spare his little life."

I didn't pay attention to Lao Hei, Lao Xiang was stretching and stretching with a sword, and he couldn't pay attention to whether it was stabbed or what.

"Hurry up," I shouted in his ear.

"I can't do it," Lao Xiang threw her sword on the ground. He also sat down on the ground decadently. Without looking back, I plunged my spear into the chest of the Filipino at once, and in a moment I died, and everyone looked at me dumbfounded.

"Bury him, and besides, if anyone is greedy for life and death and does something that violates the rules, this is what will happen" I put away my spear and hurried away from them, and came to the wounded men, only York, who had been following me, and his mount.