Professor Pericles is indeed alive for the time being, but his current situation is somewhat ......

"Hey, honorable strong gentlemen, I'm a scholar, can you understand? Hey, I'm just a scholar, not a soldier or a knight, I'm only here for research on a new topic, damn it, I've changed 7 languages, don't you understand a word!! ”

Professor Pericles, who was tied to the thick pillar at the mouth of the bowl by rough vines, struggled and screamed, and the long kneeling position of the bound and the long kneeling position caused his whole body to feel uncontrollable numbness and itching

The erudite professor understood that this was the result of the prolonged poor flow of blood, and the unbearable pain made him continue to scream at the top of his throat, despite his dry and smoking throat......

Perhaps because the noise was too annoying, he finally managed to make a tall and burly brute not far away a little impatient, and turned around and walked to the professor's side with heavy steps

The barbarian was extremely tall, his thick hair was woven into countless tiny braids of plants, and in such cold weather, his upper body was almost naked, only a beast skin was draped diagonally, his bulging muscles were slightly bronzed, and a worn-out iron double-edged battle axe was carefully tied to his waist in the most comfortable position. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lowering his head and staring at it for a moment, the barbarian opened his mouth and spoke the lingua franca of the Empire

"Shut up, you skinny monkey, don't take us for uncivilized fools, I don't understand what a scholar is, just know that you are my prey, be quiet, otherwise I don't mind cutting something out of you as a souvenir"

As he spoke, the strong man with a face full of mysterious totems drawn with plant juice shook the necklace on his chest in front of Professor Pericles as if he were showing off, and looked at the bone fragments in front of him......

Shaking his huge head, the barbarian muttered a few words in the native language, reached out and took a water bowl made of the skull of an unknown animal from the side, and threw it in front of the professor

Looking at the somewhat cloudy "water bowl" with a layer of oil stains floating on it, Professor Pericles couldn't afford to try even if he was extremely thirsty

Glancing with some trepidation, the barbarian in front of him whose arms were thicker than his thighs made the professor plead in a low voice as he was about to turn away

"Uh...... Mighty warrior, if, if you can, can you help me get some clean water, if you don't bother, and some food I will thank you very much for your generosity......"

"Whew!" Hearing this, the huge body of the barbarian warrior instantly turned around, crouched down and glared at the professor with a fierce look, and the bones exploded under the steel-like muscles

"Food and clean water? Go and tell my companions who were cruelly locked up in cages and sold to the Colosseum, that it is because of you people that my people and I are living in such a dark and damp place, and it is because of you that countless old people and children die every winter because they have no food......"

With that, the barbarian warrior let out a terrible roar, stood up, and slammed his fist into the pillar that bound the Professor, and the thick hardwood at the mouth of the bowl was shattered by his bare hands, and the flying fragments left blood marks on the Professor's face and neck

Holding the professor with one hand, the pattern on the barbarian warrior's face became even more hideous, and the palm held on his neck gradually increased his strength, and when he saw that the professor's face was blue and he couldn't breathe, he let go and let the other party slip softly

The barbarian warrior spat at the ground with a thick phlegm, "Human, remember, that you are still alive now, which is my greatest mercy to you!" ”

"No, Tedamir Bear Slayer, you have no right to decide, my father, the leader of the tribe and the wisest elder, has heard the will of the ancestors, and this human will be a sacrifice and distributed as food to everyone!"

"What did you say?" The brute, known as Tedamir, gasped and took a few steps forward, the tip of his nose almost touching the face of the person who spoke

It was a brute who was only slightly thinner than him, but compared to the simple clothes of Tedamir, this man was covered in a human linen robe, but unfortunately his muscular figure made the wide robe look like a straitjacket on him, funny and ridiculous

"The warrior who has been given the most precious title of the tribe, Tydamir, you heard it right, this is a decision from the tribal leader and the shaman, do you have any opinion on this?"

"Opinions? Yes, Celt, you damned reptile, your mind is more vicious than the most cunning and cruel jackal in the dark forest, first you took my woman by dishonorable means, and now, you dare to come and rob my prey!! ”

At the same time as Tedamir roared, a fist the size of a sea bowl slapped directly on the opponent's cheek, and the violent attack made Celtic unguarded, letting out a terrible howl that did not look like a human, and his huge body flew out of the distance......

"Ahhh

The knocked out Celtic shouted frantically and stood up, casually touched a handful of nosebleeds that kept spurting, opened his mouth and spit out half of his teeth, and waved his fists at Tydamir and rushed over again, this is the tradition of the barbarians, simple and direct, and basically no one is talking nonsense if you can do it

Like two upright beasts, two giant men who are more than two meters tall barely have any dodging movements, and they only rely on their strong bodies to resist attacks, and they are scuffling together with their fists and fists......

The loud sound of a hammer smashing a stake made Professor Pericles close his eyes in some horror, and for the first time he began to regret and examine whether he had often made some decisions rashly......

The battle didn't last long, and in the end, Tedamir, who was given the title of Bear Slayer, was even better, raising his hands to the convulsing Celtic, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood from the cracked corners of his mouth, and the muscles of his arms instantly bulged out, ready to knock the detached opponent to his knees......

"Enough, Tedamir, let go of my son, or I will use the power of the tribe leader to banish you, even if you are the strongest warrior of the tribe!"

An old man with a face seven or eight points similar to Celtic, with a scepter in the shape of a flame representing the tribe's totem, came with several warriors and stopped Tydamir with a drink

Staring at the red eyes, Tydamir's eyes turned back and forth between the old man and the Celtic in his hand for a moment, and finally he threw him to the ground with an unwilling roar

"It's him, it's your son, he's going to take my prey, and I've done nothing wrong, patriarch!"

Celtic's father, the leader of the Flame Barbarian tribe, had the warrior behind him pull his son back before he spoke with a hint of mockery on his face

"Tydamir, how do I think you hold a grudge because Celtic stole your woman? Your prey? No, this thin-skinned and tender-fleshed human being, he will be the sacrifice that the entire tribe will offer to the ancestors, and the food for the next few days...... In winter, we can barely hunt, and the tribesmen cannot survive this horrible season by relying only on the rhizomes of plants! ”

"Patriarch, we are barbarians in the mouth of those hateful humans, but we should also have our own dignity, as noble warriors, we can die on the battlefield without hesitation, but we can not use our own kind as food, I, the Tydamir Bear Slayer, cannot do it!"

Glancing at the trembling professor, Tydamir was disappointed to find that his words did not even resonate with any of his companions around him, and some even whispered curses at him

Smiling miserably, pulling out the rusty tomahawk and raising it high in both hands, a huge war howl came out of his mouth, and Tedamir took two steps forward and stood in the middle of the field, like a lion defending his territory, slapping his hard chest hard

"Then come, according to the traditions of the tribe, I will defend my rights to the death with my blood and life, come on, let the souls of my ancestors judge everything here!"

Seeing his son's tragic condition, a hint of anger flashed on the tribal leader's face, and he waved his hand at the ten barbarian warriors who followed behind him

"Kill him, and sacrifice his flesh and blood to the Ancestors!"

(To be continued.) )