After approaching, Liu Jian saw these people more clearly.

These people are clearly nomads, but they are not as small as the nomads of common sense.

They are tall and have bronzed skin, yellow-brown eyes, and black hair. Strong flesh is exposed in large swaths of the body, wearing leather jackets and leather pants. Their hair is characteristic, and all of them comb their hair back into a long braid, some with long braids and some with short braids. But the shortest also hangs down to the back.

The weapons they wielded included a short bow and a strangely shaped scimitar.

It was a scimitar with a great arc, bent into a hook moon in front of the hilt, more like a sickle than a scimitar. It's just that the blade is not on the inside like a scythe, but on the outside.

He rode his horse and rushed towards Liu Jian, and slashed down hard as he rushed in front of Liu Jian.

Blazing fast.

But in Liu Jian's opinion, it is too slow and there is no threat.

Without using any skill, he wanted to give these nomadic cavalry who didn't know which nationality they were more deeply shocked. So he grabbed the scimitar that the man had cut down with one hand.

The palm and the scimitar were handed over, and Liu Jian held it tightly. The impact of the steed made the scimitar make a screeching sound of steel grinding and metal twisting in his hands.

Hold, pull!

This seemingly skillful nomadic cavalry was dragged off his horse by Liu Jian, and Liu Jian did not make another move.

He kicked the nomadic cavalryman in the throat. The thump shattered his throat, causing him to breathe on his back.

Liu Jian will never show mercy to those who want to threaten him, not once.

Although he doesn't like to kill, he doesn't mind killing people if necessary, killing more people.

It's just that it's necessary.

If you want them to listen to you, you have to make them afraid of yourself.

So is it enough to kill one of them?

The death of the first man clearly surprised them, both the companion who was kicked to the throat and choked, and the scimitar twisted by brute force.

But instead of being afraid, they were clearly angry.

"He killed Kos!"

"Kill him!"

"Skinned him!"

Clearly not enough.

He killed one, and instead of frightening these people, he made them angry!

Liu Jian didn't try to talk to them, although he could understand what these people were saying, and he deliberately let himself understand what he was saying. But he knew that it was useless to try to converse peacefully with these barbarian peoples, who did not treat him as an equal, and that it would make them feel weak and deceitful.

If it's not enough, it's very simple, just keep killing.

There were twelve nomadic cavalry in this group, and after deducting the one he had just killed himself, there were eleven left.

Eleven, maybe five or six of them themselves need to be killed to make them feel enough fear.

So, in the face of the invective of these nomadic cavalry. Liu Jian just stood up straight, spread his hands, and beckoned to them.

Come on.

Simple action, except for the kind of slap that represents the strange people who propose, any nation should understand the meaning of this gesture.

Provocation.

The enraged nomadic cavalry charged at Liu Jian. Liu Jian moved a few steps slightly, covering Cheng Caiwei behind him.

He was not afraid of these nomadic cavalry, but Cai Wei did not have any martial arts on his body.

The time was too short, and he hadn't had time to teach Cai Wei to learn martial arts.

If these nomadic cavalry rushed to Cheng Caiwei's side, this was definitely not a situation that Cheng Caiwei could handle.

Then the rest is simple.

Fighting, calling it war is obviously too small.

It's obviously too easy to call it a fight.

It should be regarded as a simple one-sided massacre.

Even in the face of a dozen angry nomadic cavalrymen, Liu Jian still had time to think about these unorthodox questions.

As Liu Jian thought, it was obviously too easy to call this battle a battle. Fight with even a dozen people, if these dozen people have no ability to hurt themselves at all. The battle starts fast and ends quickly. Liu Jian killed four people, knocked the remaining seven to the ground, took their weapons and trampled one of them under his feet.

"Can you listen to me? Now, tell me who you are and what is this place? ”

"The Dothraki will not spare any enemy! Infica (Gentiles), you will die, I will cut your throat, and before you die, you can only struggle in agony. ”

"Dothraki?" Liu Jian smiled, grabbed his hair with one hand and picked him up, and picked up a scimitar that had just been twisted by himself with his right hand: "Is that so?" ”

With a single force, the sharp blade slit his throat.

Throw aside the nomadic cavalry who was still struggling and not dying,

In this way, Liu Jian killed two more people.

Wiping his bloodstained hands, Liu Jian looked at the third person: "So, can you talk to me well now?" ”

The third person, Liu Jian could see the hesitation in his swollen eyes, so he waited.

Soon, he took out a knife but did not attack Liu Jian, but cut off the braid on the back of his head and threw it at Liu Jian's feet.

"As you wish, my lord."

Liu Jian nodded with satisfaction: "Very good." ”

After some inquiry, although he didn't completely figure out where he was, from the mouths of the remaining knights, Liu Jian also had a rough idea of his current location.

It is not clear how big this grassland is, but it is at least clear that these people called it the Dothraki Sea, a word with many meanings, which can mean both grandeur and massiveness, as well as pasture grass and horses. The translated word should mean a huge sea of grass where horses gallop indulgently, referred to as the sea of grass and horses...... It's a little ugly, but it's still called Dothrak Haid.

And these people are the masters of this Dothraki Sea, the nomadic people of the Dothraki Sea.

These people are subordinate to a Kao called Zoka and are his clan. They came here to hunt under the leadership of Lynchko.

By the way, Lin Qikou is the third guy to have his throat cut by Liu Jian, and it is precisely because Liu Jian killed Lin Qikou that the rest of these people will choose to surrender.

Kao means the same as Cole in the Dothraki language, but Kao's title is higher, and he can be regarded as the leader of the chief.

In the mouths of these Dothraki people, their tribe was called Karasa, and Kao was the leader of Karasa. Kao, on the other hand, would disperse his Karasa into a variable number of Kas, whose leaders would be known as Coles.