The poor donkey was now tied all over his body, and his limbs and hooves were fixed to a stout, sturdy stick, and hung upside down on a simple shelf beside him.

Although he had been subdued by this group of people, he was still restlessly trying to break free from the ropes that bound him.

What caught the eye was his red, fat, unusually swollen lips, which were clearly poisoned by the accumulation of black qi.

On the other hand, at this time, Ta Ting's heart was also a little panicked, but he was weak, and his mouth was unable to speak because of the bee venom, seeing that he was about to be dismantled by this gang of minions, and now he was just roasted on the fire.

Although he knew that the struggle was futile, he still twisted his body desperately, allowing the rope to be deeply embedded in his body, and strangled the blood marks of the Daodao. His mouth didn't stop, and although he couldn't speak, he could barely get a few syllables out of his throat.

In this way, Treadbolt screams like donkeys around a group of chefs whose job is to make delicious food, trying to get their attention.

The barbecue subjects around him, who were caught like him, were all gasping for more breath and less breath at this time.

There are forest beetles that are a few feet long and covered with pale cyan spots, and there are also sika spotted deer with slender limbs and vigorous limbs, but more of them are those white, fat, delicious and juicy bee pupa.

The animals are listless, seemingly accepting their fate as food.

......

On the barbecue grill, a gray wolf with only half of his body left, his whole body has been stripped of his fur at this time, and his eyes that have lost his spirituality are still wide open, as if he is confused about something.

* The bright red muscle tissue blends with the high temperature to exude a strange faint fragrance, but the original bright color gradually begins to become pink and finally turns to gray and white, and finally the yellow-brown grease drips from the top to the charcoal burning below, but there is a "stinging" sound, and a trace of black burnt smoke rises.

At this time, the minions were almost done with their work, and they were looking for the next barbecue target from the rations. No, the thunderbolt who had been struggling frantically came into their sight.

However, when he heard the conversation of the chefs at this time, he believed that his heart was already in a state of collapse.

The cook on the side, when facing his miserable scream, touched his chin and thought for a while, and cast an inquiring glance at his companion: "Hey, lame, this donkey can't be sick with such a bad scream." ”

When he heard this, he hurriedly nodded excitedly, "Yes, I'm sick, and the meat on my body must be infected with bacteria or viruses or something, and it is absolutely not edible, if I eat it, I will definitely have diarrhea." It's just a pity that he can't speak, and his head is fixed and can't turn, so he can only snort a few times, as if to express that he is very satisfied with this decision.

"Well, it's a little abnormal, looking at its hanging look, it is estimated that it will not live long, so it is still fresh and quickly slaughtered and roasted. The lame minion looked Treadon up and down for a moment, and then gave his own advice.

"No, it's not like this, you stupid 13 how can you eat everything, do you have any professional ethics, aren't you afraid that you will be poisoned!"

But Minions A and B don't care so much, the two of them have also accelerated the work at hand, and the next work object is to step on the thunder.

Then, no matter how much Ta Ting tossed, the two of them were indifferent, but their eyes changed a little when they looked at it, as if someone had put a cake in front of them, and they were holding a knife and fork in their hands and thinking about where to put their mouths for a while.

No one paid any attention to the wailing thunderbolt, but watched as his screams grew lower and lower, and his throat became hoarse, weakening at a rate visible to the naked eye.

And Jiawen, who was hiding in the dense forest after witnessing all this, was also anxious at this time, and the only thing he was thinking about now was how to save Ta Ting.

If he asked the other party directly, he was not naïve enough to believe these outlaws. Not to mention how many catties and taels he has, these mercenaries are not good at stubble, you must know that in this kind of sparsely populated wilderness, it is a very normal thing to treat black and black among peers, not to mention that he is an unarmed hairy boy.

looked at the offensive and defensive preparations on the opposite side, and for a while, Jiawen was unable to say anything about this hot potato.

This mercenary team is extremely vigilant, although it is clear that there will be no enemies who can threaten them in the Phantom Forest on the periphery, but the guards here are still a little tight.

In the vicinity of the campfire circle, there are sentry posts walking around and monitoring everything in the vicinity, and every once in a while a new substitute will come up to take the place of the original one, and there is no chance to sneak in.

However, just when Jiawen was at a loss, a sudden phenomenon happened that made his eyes shine.

It turns out that every once in a while, there will be some ordinary members who have drunk too much, and go together to find a place to pee in the dark forest, after all, the capacity of the stomach is also limited, and it is impossible to go in and out all the time.

If he can take this opportunity to stun a member and change into their clothes, I believe it will not be difficult to blend into the team, and if he is more clever, he should be able to rescue Treadray.

It's just that these members are extremely vigilant and united, and every time they go out, they are in a small team of threes, threes, twos, and twos, and there is no opportunity for Jiawen to take advantage of them.

Seeing that the time was getting less and less, Jiawen couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so he couldn't care so much, and was ready to pick a small team to start, after all, the conditions no longer allowed him to wait.

......

At the same time, a little maid who accompanied the wine beside the blood madness was lowering her head and did not dare to look at the tall figure beside her, but her physical needs had to make her say something embarrassing to the person in front of her that seemed a little unspeakable to her.

As a female slave who was bought by the Iron and Blood Mercenary Group since she was a child, her duty every day is to let those mercenaries who smell of sweat violate her body, and every day there will be those dirty bodies lying on it and desperately stirring, often this one has just ended, and the next one will push the door in.

Now, if you take off her clothes, her skin, which should have been delicate and white, is now blue and purple, and there is even a small cigarette scar on her forearm, and the delicate place between her legs is also devastated.

What can support her to live until now, even she herself doesn't know, in her memory, every day is lying on that hard board bed to spend the nightmare, letting those well-dressed beasts act recklessly on their bodies, the girl's two empty eyes are only silently staring at the ceiling, she doesn't know how long this life will last, or forever?

Sometimes, some mercenaries may be in a good mood and throw one or two copper coins on the ground, but they are also carefully picked up from the ground by the girl, carefully scrubbed off the dust on them, and carefully put them away, so that even she doesn't remember how much she has accumulated.

But more when she is in a bad mood, she is used to beating and scolding, and maybe the reason why she can persist for so long is only the desire buried deep in her heart...

didn't care about the insignificant little slave girl in front of her, and the blood madness waved her hand casually and then followed the brothers at the same table to drink.

Maybe in his heart, the little slave girl is just a tool to vent his desires, and it is not worth him to say a word at all. Even the life of a slave girl was insignificant to him.

Yes, there are thousands of female slaves like her in the entire continent, increasing or decreasing every minute and every second, but will anyone ever care?

In addition, her name is Xiaowei, and yes, this is one of the few things she can remember in her short memory.

Xiaowei dragged her tired and faintly aching body slowly towards the forest, and the sentries on both sides of the road may have noticed her, but they turned a blind eye, retracted their gaze and let her walk through it.

Step by step, the girl gradually went deeper into the forest, and the darkness slowly swallowed her body.

In the campfire field, a group member with a pale face and a fat body inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xiaowei while drinking. Then it may be because he drank too much wine, and his whole body was hot and unbearable, so he unconsciously threw away the wine bottle in his hand, his eyes were red, and he staggered and followed Xiaowei into the woods.

In the dark and quiet woods, Xiaowei surprisingly didn't feel a trace of fear, but the cold wind at night made her unconsciously tighten the clothes on her body, and a linen dress that had been sewn and mended for many years was worn and worn, although it was an old clothes, it was washed very well, and she was unexpectedly clean.

Found a clearing without weeds, bent down and took off his pants, and then the sound of running water directly sounded.

At this time, just where Xiao Wei didn't notice, a black shadow was slowly approaching behind her, with red eyes and a heavy wheezing sound, all revealing the ferocious nature of the person who came.