I shook off the bread I had nibbled on and jumped on the unicorn, the wind running in that direction. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The unicorn seemed to understand my anxiety, and came up at top speed, and in the whirring wind, I soon saw a crowd in front of me.

The vast majority were our brethren, black and oppressive, at least two hundred brethren, and in the middle were a few dozen people, back to back in a circle.

At a glance, I saw a young man with short black hair, who looked as if he was still an underage child, not tall, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes flashed with nervousness and unyieldingness. He was wearing a light leather armor with two sword marks, and his lower body was very ordinary linen pants and leggings, and his hands tightly held two scimitars less than a meter long, the front half of the blade was bent downward, and the head of the knife was bewitchingly upturned, like two poisonous snakes, and the knife body was engraved with layers of snakeskin-like scale lines, which looked even more strange.

The fat man beside him, who looked to weigh at least two hundred kilograms, had a face full of meat, but he was holding a small dagger for cutting mutton, and he could only spitt and spitt with his eyes closed, and the little man behind him, although he was nervously pulling a longbow, but looking at the arc of the string, it was clear that he did not have enough strength to pull it away, not to mention the middle-aged man who looked like the leader of the group, wearing a chain mail, and holding a sword and shield in his hand like a warrior, with a resolute face, but his trembling thighs completely exposed his fear。

Seeing that there were only a few of them, and that they were clearly not Rhodok's scouts, my heart finally relaxed a little, and I began to search for Tydamir in the crowd.

This guy was on the other side, frowning, one hand touching his beard, as if thinking about something, I noticed that one of the belt of the black steel chain mail on his chest was broken, and the mark was cut by a very sharp knife with a very fast hand, so the knife edge was smooth and neat in a straight line, and there was no sign of bending after struggling at all.

"You, who the hell are you, bandits?" said the short-haired young man in the middle, nervously but resolutely, "I, I tell you, you won't get anything...... Except for my knife, when it sticks in your chest!"

"Young people. I sat up straight and shouted to him, "We are not bandits. What's your name, and why are you here?"

The young man's eyes widened at me, and the knife in his hand lowered slightly.

In a moment of distraction, Tedamir sprang out of his horse, and in the blink of an eye he was at the edge of the circle, and the black horse struck down the little man who had fallen from his bowstring in fear, and stabbed the short-haired boy in his waistcoat.

The short-haired boy's reaction was as fast as a poisonous snake, almost reflexively, his body flicked under his feet, his body soared into the air, and he writhed twice in the air extremely strangely, and the scimitar in his hand slashed at Tedamir with great speed, because the speed was too fast, and it almost turned into two gray shadows.

All I heard was a click, and the broad-bladed spear in Tydamir's hand snapped in unison, but he didn't panic at all, and the barrel of the gun, which had been cut into a short club, still stabbed forward and slammed into the short-haired boy's chest.

The short-haired boy's body writhed again, and the barrel of the gun somehow slipped away, and his scimitar had obviously swung out, but it was very strange that it bounced back like lightning, as if it had been stepped on by a poisonous snake with its tail lightning bolted, and the gray shadow flashed, and two more slender knife marks appeared on the ribs of Tedamir's back blades.

But it seemed that the boy's strength could not keep up with his speed at all, and these two only cut through Tydamir's chain mail, but did not hurt his body.

It's enough to get here, and if you continue to fight, there will inevitably be casualties. I quickly pulled out a trace of soul from the crystal ball, and through the transformation of the unicorn, in an instant, it turned into dragon power.

"Dragon's roar, the sound of the army!"

There was an abrupt explosion, and the pale cyan sound wave spread out in all directions like a tide, and the boy felt something at this moment, and his body was about to dodge as soon as he flashed, but how could the speed of the person exceed the sound? As soon as his figure moved, he was knocked to the ground by the sound wave, not only the young man, but also his companions, and the soldiers of the Order who were surrounding were all pushed down by this sudden sound wave.

This dragon magic is only to temporarily stun the enemy, and it will not cause any damage, plus when I released it, I deliberately controlled the scope of the sound wave at the small circle of more than a dozen people, and the surrounding soldiers of the Sect were only affected by the aftermath, and it didn't take long for them to wake up, and they rushed up and tied up the dozen or so guys who had fainted on the ground and kept convulsing.

Among the dozen or so people, the first one to come to his senses was indeed the short-haired boy, but his knife had been confiscated by me, and his hands and feet were tied with heavy ropes. I smiled and looked at him, "What's your name?"

He seemed wary and turned his head away without saying a word.

"Don't speak? I smiled and pulled out Anduriel and put it around his neck Eighteen years ago, Sergio Grasse was born in Dugan. It was a nearly completely forgotten village on the edge of the continent of Calradia, deep in the Kujit steppes, a hundred and twenty-six miles from the nearest Kujit settlement, Azuganfort, the first footprints left by the ancestors of the Kujiit people on this strange land when they first set foot on the continent of Calradia.

Now that the Kugit have trampled their horse's hooves to the snowfields of Southern Vekia and the Meadows of Eastern Viruga, the memory of Dugan has long been thrown out of the clouds, as if Kugit had never had such a small village.

So, for a long time, Dugan became a paradise for robbers, ringing horses, horse bandits, and the Salander bandits on the other side of the mountain. At first, the village was sacked four or five times a year, but the robbers gradually realized that it was better to take over the village and use it as a transit point for them to hide in the vast grassland, rather than trek more than a hundred miles to this village where even rats would starve to death.

As a result, Dugan became a den of robbers fighting each other, and the residents of Dugan who were unwilling to leave, or who could not leave, became slaves of bandits who changed every year. None of the Kugit Nayan cared about what was going on here, and they didn't even care if Dugan was still Kujit's territory.

These nightmarish days lasted for nearly twenty years, almost a generation, and the entire generation of Dugan was born whose memories were only of the killings, bloody battles, insults, and enslavements that took place every year.

It didn't end until last year, because of this boy named Sergio Grass.

No one knows when the boy was born, whose child it was - for for for more than ten years the mission of all the women of Dugan has been to provide sexual services to different robbers, and then to give birth to their children whom they do not know, and many women have died in humiliation, but soon new women will be brought in by robbers who go out to "hunt" or slave traders who have come from afar, to join the ranks of this humiliation.

Sergio Grass was born in Dugan without a sound, because of his yellow skin and black hair, he was considered to be the breed of last year's Kugit horses.

There are only two ways for men (including boys) to go to Dugan, either to join the bandits and fight to the death to defend their control in Dugan, or to become slaves and endure whipping and ** every day.

Sergio Grass was reluctant to be the former, but he was also reluctant to join the latter's humiliation, but fortunately, by the time he understood this, it was not too late. He was only six years old at the time, and whether he joined the bandits or became a slave was after the age of twelve.

So he tried to escape, but was caught and beaten, and he gritted his teeth and stiffened up, harder than a grown man, and his eyes flashed with a cold light of revenge. Not long after, he once again saw the opportunity for the robbers to go out "hunting" and fled.

When Sergio Glass was captured, he was considered an untamable wolf, and the bandit leader announced his decision to kill the wolf in public as a warning to Dugan's slaves. Just before the execution, another group of horses attacked the bandits, and Sergio Glas was spared.

Because of Sergio Grass's Cugit's face, he was forcibly recruited into the team by this group of Kugits, mainly composed of Kujits, to serve as grooms for the Ringing Horses. It's a little better...... At least better than his buddies who had varying degrees of anal fissures or hemorrhoids.

Sergio Glass was still thinking about escaping, but he was already twelve years old at the time, and vaguely had some mature sense, knowing that he could not run on his own two legs, and that if he did, his companions who remained in Dugan would inevitably be slaughtered.

He then secretly made a decision, not to run away, but to ...... Defend Dugan!

Although it is not known who Sergio Grass's father is, the man must have had a keen fighting instinct. Sergio Grasse showed the same talent for fighting, when he suddenly realized it during a chance encounter with a poisonous snake and a rat catcher, and then he went so far as to create a knife technique without a teacher. Later, after the Ringing Horse repelled a gang of Salander bandits, he stole two sharp scimitars of unknown material from the trophies, because they happened to match his knife skills and made him use their greatest power.

He was preparing for everything, lobbying and mobilizing his companions, gathering strength for that final moment.

I don't know who let the word go, or who became a traitor, Sergio Grass's plan was broken by Hibiki, and the demented leader of Hibiki began to set fire to the village in Dugan and kill all the slaves.

In order to save Dugan, Sergio Grass broke into the big tent of the ringing horse leader with two knives in his hand, and the young man who had never killed anyone before had to fight the ringing horse leader who had been adrift on the tip of the knife for half his life.

The duel lasted for a day and a night.

In fact, ten seconds after the first ten seconds of the battle, the winner was decided, Sergio Grass cut the skin on the neck of the horse head with a knife, but Sergio Grass never killed anyone, he created his own set of knife techniques, and he never secretly practiced with his partners, and the moment the blade touched the opponent's skin, Sergio Glass would always subconsciously keep his hand. As a result, although Sergio Grass slashed at the opponent's body, he could not be fatal.

The battle dragged on for a whole day, and all the people, Hibiki and Dugan's aborigines, gathered outside the tent, holding their breath and waiting for the battle to end.

When the battle was over, Sergio Glass staggered out of the tent, the blood stains on his twin knives already dry.

Inside, the ringing horse leader who used to dominate the party, lay quietly on the ground, and his blood was dry. In a day and a night of fighting, this guy was slashed by Sergio Glass more than 5,000 times in a row, and every inch of skin on his body was stabbed, but not a single knife was killed, he was bled dry and was killed alive.

The ringing horses outside saw the tragic death of their leader, and suddenly they all felt the demonic horror of the young man in front of them, and none of them thought about revenge, but they all turned around and fled, and spread the name of "Dugan Demon".

For the first time in twenty years, Dugan ushered in an era of freedom from bandits.

In the next few days, many bandit groups came to Dugan to challenge, but the masters they sent were always cut to death by Sergio Grasse for a day's work, and those who didn't know thought that this "Dugan demon" was not only perverted, but also perverted!

Slowly, no one dared to provoke Dugan anymore. Dugan is peaceful from now on!

Until...... Three months ago, Nayan Asugang, who was ordered by Saiga Khan to suppress the bandits, suddenly remembered that there was still a place like Dugan, and he led 5,000 Kugit iron cavalry to level Dugan overnight, and the village was reduced to ashes, and the heads of all the people in the village were taken away by Nayan Asugang, as a record of exterminating the "Black Flag Kujit", and paid to Saiga Khan. Dugan, who had been ravaged by the bandits for twenty years, was not destroyed by the bandits, but by their Nayan.

Sergio Grass, known as the "Demon of Dugan", could not fight against the full 5,000 regular army, and the only thing he could do was to escape with as many companions as possible and wander the continent of Calradia under the banner of the "Black Mamba Mercenary Regiment".

And it was precisely because of that nightmarish "Dugan Night" that Sergio Glas would tremble with excitement whenever he saw groups of horses and armies of heavily armed troops, not nervous or fearful, but anger and ...... An unquenchable desire to destroy!

Under the influence of this desire for destruction, Sergio Grass's sword technique gradually abandoned the point of forbearance, and began to slowly have a murderous edge, but before this edge was fully formed, he was stunned to the ground by my dragon's roar.

I slowly withdrew Anduriel, looking at the thin and stubborn short-haired boy in front of me, and I didn't know what to say for a while.