At the moment when the electric snakes raged in the pool of blood and the disciples of the Praetorian Guard exploded, Mark and the others had already crouched down. The two guards guarding Mark were directly shocked by the scene in front of them and stood on the spot.

The opportunity is in a moment.

The sound of banging sounded continuously, and the supersonic steel needle blooming in the disciple in Mark's arms instantly burst out several silver-white round pits on the backs of the two guards in front of him who turned around in shock, and then the guards were hit by the force of the huge steel needle and retreated again and again, and countless strange and distorted sounds sounded in their armor, causing the retreating bodies to tremble.

The last two guards finally fell straight to the ground, splashing a pool of blood, a huge amount of blood swarming out of their armor. After the steel needles pierced through the guard's armor for the first time, they split into pieces and catapulted through the tin can, directly turning the fully armored body into a pool of unsupportable flesh!

The three massacres that were not long apart directly made the post station personnel who had been kneeling to be slaughtered fry the pot! They howled! Crying! Some of them rushed straight into the dark fields, some rushed back to the post station and ran out with a lot of things in a panic, and some rode out of the back of the post station with horses, camels and other kinds of livestock, and fled by the way.

In less than a moment, this place is like a wild stage in the wilderness, after a strange and tragic three-fold gorgeous drama, the curtain call is gone.

After a brief gathering of the weapons and belongings of the guards and war slaves, the crowd entered the empty hall of the post house with a large pile of seizures, and it was a mess.

Mark beckoned Mutto to scoop out a few glasses of wine from the counter and distribute them to everyone, while the two brothers lifted up a few tables and chairs. Everyone finally rested in this original habitat tonight. Drinking and spitting on the dregs of wine, the next wave of twists and turns of the thrill was settled, and after a long time, a burst of hearty laughter broke out for the rest of the catastrophe.

"Let's separate here." After being silent for a long time, Qi Yu finally spoke, but the first sentence made everyone's faces change.

Aite, who couldn't hold back his words the most, stood up and was about to speak, but was stopped by a gesture from Qi Yu.

He Mo and Muto, who also stood up, also stopped talking when they saw this, and finally sat back in place silently.

Only Mark didn't speak, and looked at Qi Yu with blazing eyes and some eagerness, as if he understood something.

"Before I leave, there are still a few things for you to do, and when you come back, we'll meet here again." Qi Yu looked at Brother He Mo and Mu Tuo solemnly.

The three of them nodded without hesitation, but they couldn't hide their worried and anxious looks, because in Qi's words, they once again confirmed that they were leaving.

"In the bushes where we hid before, Aite waited and checked, the king supply of this hunt should still be there, if you don't look for the neighborhood again, the sooner the better."

Aite nodded his head, carried the spear, took the disciples, and took an oil lamp from the counter of the inn and went out.

"Muto, there should be a corral behind this post station, you go and see if you can find a car, and if you find a car, you will meet with Aite and pull Wang Gong back."

Muto also nodded, and as he walked through the hall to the back, he kept looking back at Qi Yu with his right hand, and kept grabbing his fatter ass behind him.

"Mark, you go up with He Mo to see if there are any missed war slaves and janissaries, and of course, if there are guests, let them go. Don't forget to search for it, there are valuable things, don't be soft. ”

He Mo and Mark went up the stairs without hesitation.

After ordering everything, Qi Yu picked up the wine, walked out of the post hall and squatted at the door to drink.

While spitting wine residue to guard the movement of the avenue at the door, he fell into deep thought under the flickering lights.

Whatever the cause of this battle and what the consequences will be. Qi Yu didn't want to think about it anymore.

The only thing that makes sense is the results, from the hunt with Zuo Sai to tonight, all the results.

The full sixteen royal offerings were large heads, which were three or four times more than the usual royal offerings, which meant that the tribes of Zuosai would no longer have to go to the Divine Punishment Plain to hunt for a full year. And the punctual offering is believed to bring great influence to the tribe.

The capture of the battlefield guards and war slaves killed is also amazing, more than a meter is more than 50 people captured, and the weapons alone are piled up. Among them, there are more than 10 disciples and more than 30 batteries. The Praetorian Guard's armor should also be brought back, and staying here will only cause trouble, but even if you bring it back, you can't use it at will.

Of course, there was also the contract signed by the tribal leader who was let go by Qi Yu and them.

Population, with such productivity, remains an extremely valuable resource. It is estimated that Mark also saw his own plan, and this contract has only one meaning from beginning to end: "annexation".

It's just that this paper contract is a conspiracy, and the conflict was originally provoked by the other party, whether the other party wants it or not, with this contract, the result is almost the same. Hopefully, that old fox in Zuosai will take his chance.

As for goods, they are trivial. Qi Yu has been here for so long, and every detail he has seen shows that this place is still in a very primitive stage of bartering, and the belongings on those war slaves and janissaries are only useful in places where commerce is more developed, such as Wangcheng. In most cases, within and between tribes, there is still an exchange and competition of materials and force.

These, even if they are the final rewards for Zosai and Elo. It's not them, it's not these comrades-in-arms around them, they have long become unknown lonely souls and wild ghosts on the Divine Punishment Plain, what else to talk about in the future.

No matter how stupid a person is, he still knows what happened to him, this damn crossing!

I just don't know where it is or where it is.

Qi Yu gritted his teeth helplessly, and became more determined in his thoughts.

Go to the royal capital with Mark! Find the answers to all your questions, find your true power, and get the little guy back!

Qi Yu took the last sip of the wine and spat the wine residue forward.

Jingling, the crisp sound came from far away in the night sky, attracting Qi Yu's gaze.

Muto came with a low horse, pulling a fairly large carriage, and shaking the bell in front of it. Aite followed behind Muto, his eyes fixed on Qi Yu. Mark and He Mo squeezed out of the door behind Qi Yu with several huge sackcloth packages on their backs.

The weapons, armor, and royal offerings on the cart had been covered with a mess of all kinds of supplies, and everyone was holding a disciple with a murderous attitude. This was probably the most murderous tribal hunting team in the vicinity, and Qi Yu was very satisfied with it.

Everyone arrived, and they all stood in front of Qi Yu, speechless to each other, waiting for Qi Yu to speak.

Qi Yu was a little relieved, but he didn't need to say more in his heart.

After hugging one by one, Qi Yu gave the last order: "Everyone, go back to the tribe!" ”

He Mo, Aite, and Muto's eyes dimmed, but Qi Yu spoke again, and the last words made them smile.

"When I'm in the royal city, when I hear the name of the Harvey tribe again, and see the red lion shadow, I'll come back."