"Ask him, does it still hurt?" Faust gestured to his body, where the mayor had stabbed the mutated natives leader.

Faust wanted to make the native chieftain understand what he meant. He wants everyone to know that he is sincere in his efforts to resolve the problems between the two.

The conflict between the indigenous tribes and the small town of Marula has always brought a lot of losses to both sides. Faust had obtained a bit of information about it from Squealer.

According to the data, more than one-third of the residents of the town of Marula depend on this jungle for their survival, and the economic benefits lost by the indigenous people every year remain high. At least one-fifth of the townspeople who die each year are directly and indirectly attributable to the indigenous people.

Due to the hostility of the people of Marula, the indigenous people also found it difficult to trade in salt, iron and other goods needed for daily life, and their living standards were much more difficult than those of other tribes. They have even regressed to the primitive societies of hunter-gatherers. You know, a few decades ago, they mixed with immigrants and almost jumped into civilization.

Although they were temporarily blinded by hatred, and at first even puzzled by Faust's actions, Faust believed that as long as the two sides were reconciled through this action, and the people enjoyed the benefits of trade, they would begin to appreciate him.

With gratitude comes prestige, and prestige is something that a ruler has to think about – even if it's just a small-town ruler.

Faust was a man who fell on the road, and he had to grab a handful of dirt before he could stand up. Although the mission put him in danger, he was determined to get more money out of the mud.

For this reason, what he did had to be convincing, and neither sneaking nor forcibly kidnapping could do so. He had to convince people with reason, or at least bow before he soldiers.

Presumably, as soon as the old chief heard this greeting, he understood his intention. Faust looked at the back of Batura limping and stumbling towards the camp, and thought silently that he had signaled to the old chief to challenge, and it was up to him to see if he dared to meet him.

Batura's figure soon disappeared among the camp's scattered huts and tents, and Faust could have tracked him down using remote sensing, but failed to do so.

Almost as soon as Batura disappeared, five or six native-warrior warriors with spears in hand ran out of the camp and quickly surrounded the hiding place of Faust and his party.

"Who are you?, let Zhannath go!" the leader asked loudly, "If you dare to hurt Zhanas, I will make you suffer the harshest punishment in the world!" Although he spoke to Faust, he kept staring at Zhannath's face.

Faust had already guessed that with Batura's recklessness, he must not know how to keep secrets—perhaps he ran back shouting all the way—and the news of Zhanas's capture would surely spread to the whole tribe.

Among the people who got the news, there were naturally also this kind of crazy bee and butterfly-like characters. And they will definitely not think about it after they get the news, they will definitely rush out immediately, wanting to be a hero to save the beauty and capture the hearts of the beauties. Faust had heard and witnessed such things in the old world I don't know how many times.

Faust did not intend to pay attention to him, the camp was not large, the chieftain would soon get the news, and by then the situation would be nothing for the man to worry about.

But Faust's silence was understood by the other party as fear, "Well, scared, just know that you are afraid, as long as you let Zhannath go, I will consider letting you live—leaving only one of your eyes." ”

The arrogance and self-indulgence of the Wild Bee finally caught Faust's attention, and he tilted his head slightly to turn his gaze to the other man.

It's so ugly. This was Faust's first impression of him. Faust thought that the other party would grow more handsome, otherwise how could he be so confident, so confident that he thought that he would be the protagonist of the story of the hero saving the beauty? You know, the ugly monster can't be the "hero" in this kind of story.

He was tall, but not at all athletic, on the contrary, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. The belly of the bamboo pole bulged high, as if she was pregnant. He was tall, but his legs were short, only about the size of his arms, and he didn't seem to have much muscle.

On the top of the neck was a small head, almost as wide as the neck, and the facial features on the face seemed to be unable to stand the cramped space, and it looked extremely distorted—a pair of eyes of various sizes, with a crooked nose at the bottom, and a large mouth with thick lips at the bottom, and a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth.

He stood in front of the three or five natives warriors with his waist crossed, carrying a mace in his hand, like Faust's musical instrument in his previous life, the lute.

Pipa was squirming her lips at the moment, spitting and saying, "Don't be afraid, Zhannasi, these cowardly kidnappers are already stupid when they hear my Gurubang's name, and you will be free again soon." ”

"My lord, do you want us two to ......" Lucas seemed to be unable to stand the ugly ghost, and asked Faust for his life.

Faust looked at the warriors behind the ugly ghost, all of them with lifeless expressions, and it was obvious that he didn't like this man. So, he nodded, "It's better to let him suffer a little." ”

"Yes. Rucas was unusually full of energy, and he quickly glanced at his brother, then picked up his sword and jumped into the open space between the two groups.

Faust cleared his throat and said, "As long as you can win against my servant, what does it matter if Miss Zhanas leaves?"

Lucas also scolded twice in Aventu. Gurubon's mind didn't seem to be very clear, and when he heard Faust's words, he was very angry, "You are not afraid of me, you are not afraid of me?"

After repeating it a few times, he suddenly roared and leaped forward, and the mace slammed into Lucas's head!

Lucas was not very strong in the past. He was formerly subordinate to the Prince's Guard, however, their role was not to provide security for the Prince, but to serve as a servant and guard of honor. This also caused him to have an empty rank, but his actual combat ability was very low, so that he was defeated by the toad people led by Kuaza in one fell swoop. Those who really have the ability to protect the prince will not be able to come to the new world because of the level restrictions of the portal.

However, after several trials in the New World, especially during the half-month trek through the jungle, Faust's harsh torture made their combat experience skyrocket, and they were forced to wrestle with wild beasts, fight with their teammates, and fight Reinhardt......

Now, Lucas is absolutely confident that he will not be weaker than any warrior of the same level, they are all the best trained, as long as they accumulate enough combat experience, they will never be worse than the mercenaries and adventurers of the wild road.

"Wow!" Lucas heard the familiar sound of the weapon crashing, and his hand sank, "What a strength!" he exclaimed.

It turned out that Lucas raised his sword to block the mace's attack, but he couldn't catch it—he underestimated the power of this misshapen ugly monster. In a small tribe, the one who can lead the warriors in battle must be the bravest, but Gurubang's deformed body paralyzed Lucas, making him subconsciously think that the other party is just a brain.

However, it can be dealt with.

Lucas took a deep breath, his body was short, and with one foot as the central axis, he rotated half a circle with his back to support the spine of the column, skillfully unloading the weight of the mace, and then swinging the big sword towards Gurubang's short leg.

Gurupin also noticed Lucas's movements, which were completely different from the impression given by his size, and his steps were nimble. I saw that his two short legs alternately retreated, and quickly exited Lucas's slashing range.

In the first round of the encounter, it was Gurubang who lost the upper hand. It seemed to make his anger even stronger, "Ahhhh

"Gurubang, you stand down!" At this moment, an old voice came, stopping Gurubang's actions.