The man staggered through the wilderness, leaving a bloody footprint on the dirt beneath his feet every time he took a step.

Black and red blood poured out from dozens of wounds on his upper body, and under the rough stitching marks on his chest, the flesh seemed to be constantly wriggling, this poor man wanted to commit suicide, but with his arms amputated, he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

"I ......"

He kept muttering slurred words, blood gushing out of his mouth, and his chopped tongue swollen like a sausage, but "cleverly" did not completely block his throat, leaving room to breathe.

The man who was brutally tortured had to face an even more cruel truth - the other party spared his own life.

Consciousness begins to wear away in excruciating pain, and only instinctive reactions remain. Although the appearance is still human, the person's IQ has been reduced to the level of a small rodent, and a large part of the brain has long since stopped working, leaving only a small part of the brain still struggling to support it.

His bloodshot eyes swirled and slowly froze on the wasteland in the distance, and several cowboys rode over, and when they saw the man's tragic condition, they were so frightened that they immediately stopped in the distance.

Even though the guy had been tortured to the point of being inhuman, the cowboys recognized the man from the few strips of cloth that remained on his body, as well as the large birthmark on his right cheek.

"Holman? How did you become like this? ”

"Hmm......"

The cowboy named Holman tried to say something, but his chaotic consciousness couldn't think of any words, and his swollen tongue also affected his pronunciation, and the other cowboys came to him, and finally heard what the guy was trying to say:

"Kill...... I...... Hurry up ......"

A sturdy young man drew a gun and aimed it at Holman in the head, helping him to end the pain with all his might. When the poor man fell to the ground, an even more horrific scene happened.

With a "bang", the stitch marks on Holman's chest cracked, and the misaligned internal organs slipped out of his chest cavity and lay flat in a large pool of blood.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

Witnessing the tragic scene, even the cowboys who did not show mercy when they scalped the Indians were frightened and retreated. Then, they soon realize that Holman had been engineered to die.

A cowboy bent down and tore a nailed note from Holman's back, only to see a scribbled line of text written on it:

"I killed five people, and if you have a kind, they will come to me."

“God-damn-it……”

The cowboy crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it at his feet and stomped on it twice.

- Holman must have been sent to the Indian settlement to the south, and they did set out in five people. Judging from the text on the note, the other four should also be more than lucky.

"What are you doing? Go back and call for reinforcements! The tall cowboy looked back at his companions.

He didn't know where the enemy came from, but such a cruel and subtle method was definitely not something that the Indians could do. Robbers in the wilderness only want to rob money, and usually don't bother to get this kind of injury.

Other words...... They were facing strange criminals in the wilderness, and there was certainly more than one of them.

However, no matter how arrogant the other party is, it will not be able to resist the wave of American pioneers!

"You're dead, son of a bitch......"

The tall cowboy looked back at the wasteland in the distance, then drove his horse back the way he came, and began to call for reinforcements from the nearby cowboy colony.

At this time, Bloodblade, Lin Chi, and Andrea happened to arrive at the Indian settlement where they were slaughtered by the cowboys.

The houses here are made of thatch, there is a extinguished campfire in the middle of the "village", and nothing else. Compared to the houses built by cowboys, the Indians seem to be living in a primitive society.

"Someone's idea of building a safe house is shattered." Lin Chi said with a smile.

"That's too bad, isn't it?" Bloodblade sighed, "I was going to get a base here or something. ”

"You might be able to get out of the base, but after your provocation just now, the cowboys may be coming over." Lin Chi looked thoughtfully at the wasteland outside the settlement.

When the Blood Blade was carrying out a cruel "treatment" before, Lin Chi, who had nothing to do, also watched the whole process from the side, and he naturally saw the provocative words written by the Blood Blade.

"Are you afraid they won't make it?" The Blood Blade glanced at Lin Chi.

"If there are too many people, we can't get it." Lin Chi spread his hands: "If thirty people come, do you think we can handle it?" ”

If you have time, you might be able to prepare traps or something, but the cowboys here are mostly on horseback, and they don't have time to prepare anything, and the enemy should arrive.

This village on the plains doesn't have any reliable cover, and if they are surrounded by a large number of cowboys, they will have to be a live target.

"I just had a bit of a good time." The bloody blade rubbed the blood stains on his hands: "Isn't it just right for a few more people to offer sacrifices to that 'god' of yours?" ”

"The sacrifice it wants is the 'warriors of the terror,' not these miscellaneous soldiers." Lin Chi reminded: "By the way, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

- The original words of the old gods are "In the southernmost part of the wilderness, there are terrifying warriors". Judging from the map, this should be the southernmost edge of the map.

Lin Chi had also tried to reach the edge of the map before, and then found himself blocked by an invisible "wall of air". However, NPCs and followers can move beyond the perimeter and outside the wall.

"There's Andrea here anyway, no problem." Bloodblade whispered.

However, at this time, Lin Chi, who was checking the map, did not respond to her words, but turned around absentmindedly and looked at several thatched houses on the west side of the village.

"Maybe the 'Warrior of the Terror' is here?" He said.

"You mean the Indians?" Bloodblade reacted immediately.

"That's right, this should be the southernmost part of the wilderness." Lin Chi nodded: "The sacrifice requested by the ancient gods may be some Indian who lives here. ”

"Then you should go back to the bunker, the bodies are there." Bloodblade shook his head.

"I don't think the 'Warrior of Terror' will be moved away so easily." Lin Chi said meaningfully, looking at the firewood pile in the center of the village: "Don't you think that for a campfire, there is a bit too much firewood here?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Bloodblade and Andrea immediately turned their heads to look at the pyre.

The three of them walked over briskly and removed the firewood that had been piled on top. Then came into view of a bloodied corpse:

It was a large man at least two meters tall, with white oil paint on his red skin and feathers around his neck.

His neck had been cut into a deep bone-deep gap, and it looked like there were at least a hundred gunshot and knife wounds all over his body, but even though he had already died of blood loss, he still held a spear and a short knife in his hands.

Judging by the scars on the man's hands, the Americans should have used shotguns and knives to try to seize his weapon, but despite this, they were unable to cut the bones of his hand.

Even after his death, the warrior's eyes were still wide open, and his face still had an angry expression, as if he could stand up and continue the fight at any moment.

"That's what it is...... Warriors of terror. ”

Bloody Blade crouched next to the corpse and reached out to touch the other party's cold skin, she had always liked to use the human body to make some "crafts", but this time she didn't do that.

Lin Chi took out the bloodstained skull from his backpack and placed the temporary altar next to the corpse of the Indian warrior, and a translucent cloud floated out of the corpse of the Indian warrior and was sucked into the skull.

Then, a purple glow flashed again from the eye sockets of the skull:

"Make a wish, you have made sacrifices."

"A group of pioneers are coming at this village, curse them." Lin Chi said his request bluntly: "We will offer you a better sacrifice, please save our lives." ”

"Until darkness falls, all gunmen who come near this place will suffer my curse."

The eerie voice of the old god echoed in the ears of the three of them: "In the northern part of the wilderness, a mighty warrior is wandering, offering his flesh and blood, and I will grant your next wish." ”

With that, the light in the skeleton's eyes dimmed again, as if it had exhausted its strength.

The village was dead silent, save for the buzzing of flying insects and the silence of the curses of the old gods, which did not seem to bring any real change.

"I still think it's a lie." Blood Blade frowned and looked at the skull in Lin Chi's hand.

"Whether it's a lie or not, we should find out soon." Lin Chi put away the skeleton and looked at the edge of the wilderness with interest.

There is no cowboy in sight yet. However, if Holman's body is found, their "Legion of Vengeance" should be almost there.

Soldiers are fast, and cowboys must know that. If the time drags on too long, the "criminals" who tortured their companions will surely escape.

It will be up to the cowboys, then, to find the poor worm.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from afar, and twenty minutes after Lin Chi had finished the sacrifice, the tide of angry revenge had finally arrived.

Sand and dust drifted from all sides of the Indian village, and at least thirty people formed a circle and slowly approached the slaughtered village from the outside.

The pioneers on horseback took aim at the seemingly uninhabited village with rifles in hand, keeping an eye on the huts that had not yet collapsed to guard against a sudden attack by the enemy.

Unlike the cowboy who carried the corpse just now, the people who arrived at the village this time were all accurate marksmen with rich combat experience. Among them were veterans of the American Civil War.

For these soldiers who have experienced brutal battles, whether they are Indians or wilderness robbers, they are nothing more than fragile waste. And the commander in charge of the encirclement and suppression this time was also a veteran who participated in the Battle of Gettysburg.

"Set the house on fire, burn them out......"

The veteran spoke loudly, the scars at the corners of his mouth changing shape as he spoke, and several cowboys armed with torches began to approach the remaining huts in the village alertly.

Regardless of whether the enemy is hiding here or not, it is still necessary to eliminate hidden dangers. The only places to hide in the village are huts and firewood, which "coincidentally" are very flammable.

The pioneers quickly scanned the surroundings, not missing a corner, and the cowboys, with torches in hand, continued to approach the huts in the village.

At that moment, an earthquake struck the village.

Airplanes!

The pioneers' eyes suddenly trembled, and the violent tinnitus instantly cut off normal hearing.

They soon realized that it wasn't an earthquake, it was themselves who were shaking!

"Quick...... Withdraw ......"

Before the veteran could utter these words, he fell from his horse with a heart attack, and the other pioneers fell to the ground one by one, howling in pain.

At this time, they feel like they are in a burning hell. Despite the absence of any external injury, the organs in the body seemed to be melting, and the incredible pain was incomparable to any external injury.

"Uhh......h

A cowboy opened his mouth and spat out black and red plasma, his body suddenly became weak, but his eyes widened with extreme fear: he saw his shriveled heart vomited out!

"It's a witch...... Poison ......"

One of the pioneers who survived, in terror trying to escape, fell to the ground before he could take two steps, his burnt entrails squirting out of his mouth, painting a decadent abstract painting.

"That's too handsome, isn't it?"

Blood Blade, who was still skeptical of the ancient gods before, after witnessing the effect of the curse, was like a child who got a perfect score in the exam, and his eyes were so excited that his eyes were about to pop out: "It's worthy of a god, it's too gorgeous!" ”

"Master, you're so excited." Andrea reminded.

"Tell me, where did you get this old god?" The blood blade shook Lin Chi's shoulder vigorously while sitting in the hut: "I can pay, as long as I can recruit this!" ”

"Forget it, this kind of power is not something you can bear." Lin Chi casually rambled a reason.

"Then how can you?" Bloodblade stared at him with a frown.

"I've always endured a handsomeness and wit that doesn't match my age." Lin Chi said with a smile.

"Stop, I can really pay." Bloody Blade said angrily: "Or you can exchange it for other things, such as the information you need or something......

"It's personal privacy." Lin Chi's attitude was still resolute: "Forget it." ”

"Master, I don't recommend that you set foot in the realm of the Old Gods either." Andrea stood up and stepped out of cover, looking down at a pioneer curled up in a spherical shape, convulsing rapidly.

"Humanity should not rush into contact with the gods, otherwise it will lead to irreparable misery. You know that gentleman, too, right? ”

"I can accept this tragic ending." Lin Chi waved his hand indifferently, and also walked out of the hut and returned to the village where the battle had just taken place.

The thirty or so pioneers who had surrounded the village were all dead by this time, and their mounts were unscathed, but they had long since fled.

According to the Old Gods, the curse should last until sunset, which means that the next few hours should be completely safe.

"Let's rest for a while, and then go north in the evening." Lin Chi said.

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