"I'm sorry, Archmage. Hahaha! Fiskel looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing with contempt and arrogance.

"You say you're so mean, do your parents know?" Zhou Yu pressed one finger to his nostrils and sprayed a lump of boogers at him.

"Despicable? It's a word that can be used to describe a person, but it's too small to describe a tribe. ”

"Oh? Do you mean that you centaurs are selfless, boundless, and righteous? ”

"O each other, if I let the hero go away like this. The other tribes should laugh at our Centaur Tribe's poor greeting and rudeness. Little brother doesn't care, we want to save face. ”

"Bang Bang!" Zhou Yu slapped him.

"Well said, a centaur who wants to save face. People can be shameless, but I have never seen shamelessness to the point of yours. It's an eye-opener this time, but you don't care, you can't be called human. ”

"What a sharp mouth." Just as Zhou Yu was angrily scolding Fiskel, a hobbled old woman walked over slowly with the support of two horses. The old lady wore a seven-colored garland on her head, a multicolored cloth robe, and a silver metal rattle in her hand. It looks old, but his eyes are sharp and sharp.

"Report to Samir, this kid has opened the Cyberratan box and saved the prairie fires. At your request, he was taken into custody and detained. Wait for Samir to fall. Fiskel bowed deeply, his face reverent.

Samir? It turned out that the old witch's name was Samir, and it seemed that Fiskel was not the leader of the Centaur tribe, but someone else.

"You kid come forward and let the old man take a look." Samir said quietly.

"Let's go!" Seeing Zhou Yulai motionless in place, the two spear tips behind him pressed against his waist and poked forward.

"What? Could it be that Samir has taken a fancy to his little brother? Do you still have an unmarried daughter named Gao Cuilan in this village? The younger brother is not Marshal Tianpeng. Zhou Yu rolled his eyes and reluctantly took two steps forward.

"Someone, take off his mask." With a wave of his hand, a sergeant next to him stepped out of the ranks, walked over with four hooves, pulled out a dagger from his waist and pinned it to the bottom of Zhou Yu's mask, and lifted the grinning silver mask with a loud bang. The mask flipped several times in the air, and landed in the rubble with a thud. After a few staggers, there was a dead silence in all directions.

"You?" Samir was shocked when he saw the face under the mask. The look of consternation in his eyes returned to calm. And to others, under this mask is nothing more than a disgustingly ugly face.

A large scar was cleft from the forehead to the jaw, and one eye was black and the other was a black hole, as if the eyeball had been gouged out of the socket by some sharp object. The lips turned outward at the widest, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth. The whole person looked extremely disgusting, and some centaurs turned their heads to look at him and did not want to look at him.

"What am I?" Zhou Yu asked her tentatively, this face was carefully designed and created by Xerxes for him, using the long-lost Persian secret method - peeping magic. Legend has it that Cambyses II, who inherited the mantle of Cyrus the Great, attempted to invade the kingdom of Cush (a civilization in ancient North Africa, roughly located in the northern part of the present-day Republic of Sudan) around 523 BCE.

"Well, nothing. The appearance of the little brother is a little different from what the old man expected. The look in Samir's eyes changed from surprise to calm, and he said lightly.

"Oh? Could it be that Samir thinks that he is handsome and talented? If that's the case, what are we immortals still wearing this Rausch mask for? Wouldn't it be better to go to the Fast Men competition one by one? Zhou Yu took a sip and said.

"Little brother, don't panic, the old body has no malice in letting the patriarch leave you. It's just that this time you helped the Elven Grassland to retrieve the fire, which is a great achievement and a kind act. I will inevitably have to thank the good students so that I don't lose the courtesy. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here. If you want to kill or chop, give us a good time. Zhou Yu simply used the agitation method.

"Samir, please take a look." Fiskel used the tip of his oiled spear to reach into the central suspended iron box and ignite it, and a cluster of cheerful green slowly passed over under the gaze of everyone.

"Sure enough, it's a prairie fire. The rediscovery of the fire is the blessing of the centaur, the blessing of the elven steppe, and the blessing of Thoraxia! Samir took the spear and held it high. The centaurs around him were kneeling with two front hooves, chanting words and worshipping reverently.

"I said Samir, everyone is a four-legged animal, but you are an old man, more like a human than an elf!" Zhou Yu shook his head, ignoring whether he was a prisoner or not, bent down to pick up the mask, blew it, and put it back on his face.

"Presumptuous, dare to speak to Samir like this, is it impatient to live?" Fiskel rushed up as he spoke, grabbed Zhou Yu by the collar and lifted him up all his life, and threw him to the ground.

"Huh? Those who do not know are not guilty, patriarchs. How wise is the god of the steppe, how can such a vulgar person understand it? This kid was a little clever at best, and it took a bit of luck to open the Cyberbethan box. I don't think I need to worry too much about them, and it doesn't hurt to let them go. Samir waved his sleeves.

"But?" While Fiskel was still hesitating and wondering, Samir had already returned to the cabin.

"Hey, do you hear that? Old Zama, Samir asked you to let us go. Zhou Yu provocatively stepped forward and straightened his chest.

"You, I..." Fiskel was furious, and was about to draw his dagger at his waist. Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of bells, and the bell in his hand shook violently, as if a magic sound had entered people's hearts through the eardrums. Zhou Yu felt his scalp tingling, his heart beating violently, and the whole person quickly collapsed with weakness and weakness.

What kind of magic is this, which can be manipulated by voice to make people quickly lose resistance? Is it really the magic bell? Zhou Yu hurriedly controlled the spirit of scattering, adjusted his breathing, breathed into the dantian, and gasped heavily.

When he looked up at the centaurs, all of them, including Fiskel, were prostrate on the ground, and they didn't dare to raise their heads. They trembled one by one under the ringing of the bell, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Bamble, quick! Run! When it was too late, the Governor, who had adjusted his breathing, jumped to his feet, quickly took out the fire in his hand and lit the linen in his helmet, and threw it on the firewood house with a vigorous throw from a rugby game. Suddenly, a fire broke out, and thick smoke rose into the sky with the light of the blazing fire.

The centaurs around them, who had no time to dodge, were contaminated by the Terran fire, and immediately burned from the inside out, roaring, rolling, and flapping in pain in the fire like gauze soaked in alcohol. Good guys, this fire is really powerful. It seems that Fiskel is not a lie when it comes to saying that the elves are afraid of the fire of the human race. And, it definitely hurts.

The twenty or so immortals all did the same, and set fire to everything they could in the stockade as quickly as possible, and took advantage of the rapid ringing of the bell and the weakness of the centaurs to set fire to it with all their might. Some of the centaurs who struggled to get up half-up, and before they could raise their spears in their hands, the Immortals rushed forward and slashed or stabbed them with fatal swords, making them regret that they had stood up.

Hey? This bell doesn't seem to have much effect on the Terrans, but it is only a temporary restlessness that does not lose its resistance. Zhou Yu muttered in his heart while running wildly outside the village.

"Quick! Xerxes! Fast! Breakthrough! "I heard the deafening command of the Grand Governor from the burning walled city. Good guys, the three thousand immortal troops besieged outside the village began to counterattack. Xerxes took the lead and rushed forward, and with a burst of swords fell, two or three centaur heads flew into the yellow sky of the evening sunset.

The war was absolutely one-sided. In any case, Zhou Yu had to thank this magic bell sound. It was precisely by taking advantage of the fact that the centaurs were robbed of their souls one by one that the Immortals were able to escape and escape.

"Deputy Commander, why are you going? Didn't we run away? Marsha grabbed Zhou Yu, who was going back.

"Retreat first, don't go back. Heading to the heart of the grassland, I'm going back to get something. The east word is still in my ears, and the west word has already pulled out an echo in the distance.

"What are you taking? More important than life? Xerxes saw that Zhou Yu raised his knife and killed him again, his brows furrowed, and he chased after him with a whip. Are you dying? Is there Cleopatra or Helen in the stockade? At this time, he already had eight points of certainty to escape, and he was ruined by Zhou Yu's runaway riding. Xerxes feared that the bell wouldn't last long. If the centaur regains its strength at this time, it will really be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger and a self-defeating snare.

"Lao Xue, you take them to break through to the west. What are you doing with me? Zhou Yu used a knife to cut a bloody path while asking Xerxes beside him.

"Nonsense, you are the moonlight that shines on the Achaemenids, how can I abandon you?" In Xerxes's heart, Zhou Yu was not only a lifesaver who saved his body, but also a guiding light to save the soul of the Achaemenid dynasty. Xerxes is in, Achaemenid is in. If one day the earth returns to peace and Mithra warms the world, he may order someone to clean a corner in the Valley of the Kings, and dig a pit for him next to his pyramid to make a place for him to be mummified. For ordinary people, that's a great honor.

"Which way?" The two who rushed back to the stockade found that the centaur had gradually regained consciousness and strength. The Immortals who were behind them began to turn downwind, their shields could hardly support the strong and strong four-hooves stomping, not to mention the rain of spears and arrows from above.

"Here, follow me!" Zhou Yu used his shield to block the stray arrows flying in all directions, and led Xerxes to the wooden house where Samir had just hidden. In such a chaotic scene, the most feared thing is not a frontal attack, but a stray arrow. The various cold arrows shot in the oblique ground are the key to taking the lives of countless heroes and heroes.

The sound of shouting and killing, extinguishing fires, and the sound of gold and iron echoing was endless, and Zhou Yu was in front of him the immortal army who rushed up with a machete, and before the knife was chopped down, he was poked by a spear of a centaur galloping over on the side, and he was stunned to lift the corpse and throw it into the magic box after a circle in the air.

"I'll kill!" Seeing the slave friends who used to drink and eat meat by their side died tragically like this, Zhou Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed up with an arrow and swept away, and with a brush, the two front hooves of the man and horse were cut off in the air, and when he landed, a dog ate. Where will the Metropolitan Governor let go, pick up the handle of the knife and turn it into a thorn, give the fallen people and horses a heart-chilling, and at the end do not forget to cut the knife, so that he suffers a lot.

"There, Old Xue! You outflank her from the left and intercept her. It's that old lady with flowers! Zhou Yu pointed to Samir, who was standing at the door of the wooden house and looking around, wanting to leave and stay. When the old lady saw that the situation was not right, she hurriedly ran to the back of the stockade. At this time, I couldn't see that her legs and feet were not good, and she couldn't even catch up with Zhou Yu when she ran.

"Stop, Samir. Didn't expect us to meet again so soon? Zhou Yu outflanked him from the right rear and intercepted the old lady's way. Samir was about to run away, but he saw Xerxes coming from the way he came, and he was murderous.

"What are you—what are you going to do? I tell you that you will be punished by the god of the steppe for doing so. ”

"Punishment? Well, let the god of the steppe punish me. But before I do that, I'm going to punish you! With that, Zhou Yu rushed forward with a knife with a black face. Unexpectedly, Xerxes was faster than him, and a full moon scimitar was thrown out from the left, and flew over in a circle, directly taking Samir's head. At this moment, the closest to Samir is Zhou Yu, if he swings his knife to block Samir's escape direction, the old woman will take Xerxes's knife alive.

With a loud sound, the long knife in Zhou Yu's hand slashed at the full moon scimitar, the blade split the night sky, and with the wind and thunder of the steel knife, a few strands of hair on the back of Samir's neck were abruptly broken, and disappeared without a trace.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to kill her? Xerxes said angrily, apparently he felt that he was about to succeed, and he could plan how to rush out. But Zhou Yu, who was originally a companion, waved a knife to save this old woman who jumped the god.

"Go back and tell me more, you want to live." Zhou Yu said with a solemn expression. Samir thought he had escaped and was about to anoint the soles of his feet. Zhou Yu returned a knife and slashed her in the back of the head with lightning speed. Samir limped and collapsed into the arms of the Grand Duke.

In the face of the centaurs who are gradually recovering and awakening, the Immortals are gradually overwhelmed. The number of dead and wounded continued to increase, and Bambul, Marsha, Kazik and others dragged themselves to the rear, holding the gate of the village. It was narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they used their spears and shields to resist wave after wave of attacks by the centaurs who wanted to rush out.

"Hurry, hurry! Commander, Deputy Commander! Bamble watched as he ran ahead carrying a large multicolored rice dumpling, swinging his knife and constantly slashing the two governors who were shooting at them. Now the centaurs' goal is to take the door, not the inconspicuous two who slip by.

"Marsha, with a rocket." Zhou Yu shouted as he ran.

The Immortal Army listened to the order, squatted down in the front row, and the hundreds of archers in the center roared in unison, and all the archers drew their bows to the full, and the tips of the arrows rested on the shoulders of the archers in front. The person in front took out the fire from his bosom, and as soon as he raised his hand, he lit the tip of the quenched arrow. This ignition method saves space and time, and does not cause the formation to scatter.

"Brush!" A group of stars rises in the sky, indistinguishable from those in the sky. Zhou Yu stood in the distance. Pretty, like a meteor, like a Leonid meteor shower. But when it falls, it's not so beautiful. There was a wail.

All the centaurs who were hit by the arrows were quickly engulfed in flames, and in an instant they were reduced to dry bones. Those who are close to the side and do not have an arrow will also be ignited because they can't dodge, and they will roll on the ground to extinguish the flames, but they will not succeed. Obediently, this Terran fire is so fierce, it seems that Prometheus has done something good.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

After three rounds of rockets, the stockade was quiet except for the sound of sizzling fire and some faint gasps. It's like a conference room that has been dismissed.