I walked in the middle of the mountain path, yes, "walking", because in the name of Fujigami, I ordered the bald man to carry me back to the top of the mountain and walk at the front of the line to take revenge on this guy who always had a smirk on his face and a bad idea.

Behind him, there were white-robed slaves who had lost their sharpness and returned to the appearance of a shell, all the way back to the top of the mountain, crooked, horizontal, and fragmented broken limbs scattered on this narrow dirt road less than a meter wide, and there was no feeling in the vicious fight, but when I turned back and saw all this, something suddenly in my stomach was about to spray out along my throat, but I was still forced to hold back, after all, there was still a person under me, and the bald head without a single hair shook left and right in front of my eyes, I couldn't bear to vomit on him.

Huya was still lying there, but she had regained consciousness, staring at me on the bald back, and I couldn't see the slightest "guilt" for acting without permission and putting me in such a situation, but more like I had done something sorry for her, and at that moment my thoughts turned several times in my mind, but I couldn't think of what I had just done wrong to make her stare at me like this.

On the contrary, when the bald man saw that the tiger girl woke up, he was thrown on the ground like a sack by me without even discussing, and I pounced on the tiger girl like a pig's scream, kneeling on the ground and kissing her forehead and wiping the blood on her face, the action was very intimate.

"Don't touch her, she may have internal injuries", looking at the blood oozing from the corner of Huya's mouth, I dragged my injured leg to her side, and deliberately pushed the bald man aside with my elbow and said.

But the situation seems to be much better than I thought, Huya broke two ribs, and simply did not hurt the organs, but the original collarbone wound burst again, only because of the charcoal fire that closed the surrounding blood vessels, so there was no more blood, but Rao is so, and it is estimated that it will take several months to recover as before.

I stroked Huya's hair, stroked her head, and whispered in her ear, "This bald man is your man?" ”。

The tiger girl glanced at the bald man in disgust, shook her head, but did not speak, her face returned to her original frost-like expression, and then struggled for a long time and seemed to whisper in my ear with all her might: "If he comes close to me, you will kill him", and then no matter what I asked, she clenched her teeth and stopped opening her eyes.

I smiled at the bald man knowingly, thinking that you are a young man with two hot heads of unrequited love.

He smiled stupidly at me, as if he knew what Huya would say to me: "She is my mother-in-law, my exclusive!" What she said to you was angry, she liked me very much, and I had a lot of mothers-in-law like her", the bald man said, looking behind him with peach blossoms in his eyes, looking at the girl lying on the ground gritting her teeth and clenching her fists.

The bonfire on the top of the mountain had already burned to ashes, and the black ash of wolf smoke was scattered in the nowhere corners of the mountaintop, and the only remaining less than twenty white-robed slaves were standing, lying, and sitting; The naked tiger tribesman with a dislocated arm had just reached the top of the mountain and fell down; There were also a few people who were slightly injured and still moving here step by step halfway up the mountain, and I looked at them blankly, remembering how the group of limp skins in front of me had turned into those demons and wolves dozens of minutes ago.

The team is indeed unpredictable, a group of dwarf and thin slaves who have not eaten for a few days, actually knocked twenty or thirty evil men from the top of the mountain down, knocked back into the sea, at first I only thought that these dead evil people were just the other party's pathfinders, but it was not until later that I understood, these dozens of people are actually their main force and each is extremely brave, usually these warriors with demon spears can fight seven or eight thin natives is not a problem at all, you know, just a few days ago, Half of the dozens of stupid big men razed the demon girl tribe to the ground, which numbered several hundred people, and burned all traces of the demon girl tribe's survival, including the sacred vine that was planted in the stone castle and worshipped by the demon girl.

The white-robed slaves were so happy that they had survived, and in spite of their bruises, in an hour, we had slapped to death enough of the demons who had trampled us a dozen times in turn around the mountain, and the white-robed slaves knelt on the ground and cried to me, saying to me that they had been slaves of the demons since birth, and had never thought that one day they would pick up sticks and fight them, but now they understood, they tasted victory.

In fact, I understand that this is not a taste of victory, this is freedom, a new survival in exchange for breaking free from humiliation, but with their long-degraded fangs.

Two figures stumbled on the beach, desperately propping up the bamboo raft and rowing back a few boats that were still parked a nautical mile away, and I prayed in my heart: "Hurry up, row quickly, don't die in the sea, I need them to go back and report the news."

Yes, that's what I thought, I'm sure there must be Spiritmen on that ship, and I hope they'll get the word out and run here, because all my traps are in good shape, and don't forget, the Spiritmen haven't even touched the walls of the defensive tree I built for the Witches' attack. As long as they are few in number, I still have the ability and confidence to destroy them.

I desperately wish I could do this, because it might give me three boats, three big ships with oars and sails, and with them I might be able to go to sea, to find a civilized land, if I were in the southern hemisphere, it might be Hobart in Australia, or Auckland in New Zealand, or even the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa or Buenos Aires in Argentina, anywhere. My leg injury seemed to remind me all the time to get out of here as soon as possible, the danger here was completely unsuitable for my survival!