The Crossroads is a city and a penal colony, and apart from a few Kingdom officials, the rest of the population is the real prisoners!

In the kingdom of Bimon, among the camps scattered throughout the territory, there are larch sentry posts that train recruits, a thousand needles camp that mines resources, and so on. Although these strongholds also have exiled criminals, compared to the crossroads, these places are at most labor camps! In the kingdom of Beamon, only the crossroads are real prisons!

An intersection is not an intersection, nor is it on a traffic artery. It can also be said that the intersection used to be the intersection of two roads, but now it is far away from the main traffic artery, and travelers from the east, west, north and south no longer come close to it.

Similarly, the crossroads were not Ouyang's only way to the southern territory, and the reason why they would take it was because of Huo Jiasi.

It was Huo Jiasi who suddenly said that she had an uncle who worked at the crossroads and wanted to come over to see his old man. Knowing that her niece is missing, her uncle must be very sad, and as a junior, he should also report his safety to the old man.

Ever since that sad news came three months ago, the Mink Warden Orm had changed, even the crossroads.

On that day, when he learned that his brother had died at the hands of a human robber and that his beautiful niece was missing, the warden wept bitterly and had a hangover all night. Angrily clinging to the wooden stick to clean up the prisoners here, pouring wine while beating back, he kept scolding these scum for having no strength but doing all the bad things, not thinking about serving the country, if it weren't for guarding these scum, the empire wouldn't need to waste its troops here, and neglected to prevent being taken advantage of by humans, so that his brother's family was ruined!

The prisoners, who were also angry with humanity, chose to be patient with this weak man's actions. They have been fighting all year round, and they have long been trained to have thick skin and thick meat, and they don't care about this light stick. However, the next day, when the warden appeared again in front of the prisoners, it was as if he had changed his mind.

There was still a tired look on his face, but this man who made a horsewhip was armed with a stunned temperament, and the consciousness of a battlefield veteran who saw through everything but begged to die in a battle was very strange to appear on this man who had always been thin.

On that day, the warden, who was still the same person, waved his whip and said something that completely changed the crossroads!

"Either come to your senses and get ready to rush into the human realm with me in five blood-spattered steps, or die under my whip!"

Which Beamon is bloodless? Bloodless Beamon will be a prisoner?

After being pulled out of their stunned state with a whip, the prisoners were in a state of flux!

From that day on, the crossroads were no longer mixed and waiting for death, but turned into a concentration camp for death squads!

Starting with the bandits of the wasteland, under the baptism of leather whip and blood, the temperament of iron began to melt into the crossroads!

Crossroads, never miss a battle!

At the crossroads, we will not spare a drop of blood!

Crossroads, places that once suppressed bestiality.

Now that Pandora's box has been opened, the wild will be a flurry of demons!

The approach of a group of people outside the door shook the intersection. Inside the door, the former criminals nailed to the cross, now thugs, were silent, clasping clods of earth in their hands, crushing into dust. Because, outside the door, it seems that it is the more sinful group composition.

Mastiffs! The bearers of the "crime of the decree" should all be locked up in prison! However, more than 200 mastiffs armed with iron rods suddenly appeared, silent and neat, and had the temperament of a soldier who should not appear on the mastiffs. The criminals in the cross seem to be able to see the shining stones in the scorching sun through their hidden blonde eyes!

Harpy! The famous bandit, the messenger of death with the crows, whose screams herald the deep dry bones! Because this gang of robbers has always fought to the death, and no one survives to the death! If the last person left is the Harpy, she will kill herself! If the last remaining person is an opponent, she will be pecked by a group of crows! After the crows, only deep white bones will be left and wither in the gale!

Goblins! A special being that harvests the battlefield or is harvested by the battlefield! When it is indomitable, it passes through the "Three Lights"; when it flees in fear, it is a slaughterhouse!

And these two guys, who have been giving the kingdom a headache, are following behind the mastiffs, and their momentum is violent, is it a bloody crossroads?

The murderers originally thought that they would not be afraid even in the face of the Wang ** team, because they had a righteous reason, and they climbed over the other side of the mountain, and blood was splashed five steps!

Now, it's a nervous mood!

The warden appeared, still holding the whip in his hand, his gaze gray.

"Do you choose to surrender or surrender? Either way, the crossroads will grow, and the difference is your status!"

No one asks what would happen if he died. All the murderers looked at the figure behind the warden, cursed and threw away the clods of dirt in their hands, patted the dust away, and raised their weapons!

With the blood of the heart, to the eternal god of war!

As Dhorn rushed to the door of the crossroads, the ground shook beneath his feet, and the dust was so strong that he didn't dare to shoot the case!

Just rush out the door and he'll be free!

It's rushing out of the doorway, not over the walls!

Doon strode into the sun and shadow. It had been a long time since he had experienced the sensation of running, and the chains that had bound his freedom all these days were still wrapped around his arms, but the iron stakes that had been deeply rooted in the ground were missing. What excited him was not the wind whistling in his ears, but the dust splashed under his hooves, and only the running Goron could step on such a beautiful pluck of dust, like splashing water.

The cell door was close at hand, and a frenzy rose in Doon's heart, evaporating a fiery steam, the vapor breaking through his chapped lips and gushing out with saliva in a wild roar.

Free Golon, alone Godot!

Doon took a leap and crashed out of the prison where he had been imprisoned for so long. However, the black pressure in front of him made him stop his steps.

Who is it? dare to stand in the way of Doon!, Goron asked with a growl.

A roar, also from the depths of the ancient earth, responded to Goron's arrogance. Little Gronflegg burst out of the group, baring his teeth and claws into the clan he hated.

The rest is just the most primitive fist and flesh collision. Amid the sound of the two Gorons and the loud roar, behind the two fences carved with the head of a lion and the face of a tiger at the entrance of the prison, the clamor of the Beamon warriors charging sounded!

A large group of Beamon, a team of prisoners of all races, broke through the dust and smoke raised by Goron and rushed out.

Huo Jiasi's face turned pale in an instant! The prisoners have changed!

"Uncle!" the Mink girl went limp, and she almost fainted. She couldn't imagine how her only loved one would be treated in a group of wow-changing prisoners.

Perhaps it is already lucky.

When everyone was surprised, the officer in the ranks, who was accustomed to the wind and rain, immediately gave an order.

"All of them! Charge Liberal!"

The mastiffs dragged iron rods, whistled and stepped on the dust, and outflanked the sardines that gushed out from behind the prison gates. Several Bills, who were half a beat late in reacting, also rushed up with axes.

The Shandora militia is fast, but not as fast as an arrow, and among the Beamon warriors, the fastest shot is always the House archer.

An arrow, slicing under Goron's armpit, nailed to the face of one of the Tigermen of the Tygo tribe who had been in the lead. It let out a wail and planted itself in the dirt.

The six House archers that Ouyang had snatched from Eric's sacrifice and six obsidian-forged arrows knocked one of the Tiger Tigermen, four Wolf werewolves, and a Pigger Pig Man to the ground.

Then the mastiff arrived, and the first to strike was not the long stick in his hand, but the short stick pinned to his waist. The Doug rope is a must in Beamon, the soft rope is replaced by a short stick, and the mastiffs still have not lost their accuracy. The short rods, unforged and ground from pure obsidian, were hard enough to crack a prisoner's head.

On the one hand, there are well-equipped and regular army training for half a month, and on the other hand, there is a rogue martial arts with a perverse personality who has been fighting with the bandits of the wasteland for three months.

Judge from above!

By the time Cullen reached the end of the line, all that was left was a skinny man with a leather whip in his hand!

"Stop!" suddenly roared the thin man facing the giant axe.

This sudden momentum made Cullen's axe stunned. Such a momentum that is not afraid of death is really rare among the non-main battle races of Beamon!

However, all that paused was an axe, and Cullen's other axe slashed at the Mink man without hindrance.

Mink?

Sgt. Bill's open-minded mind seemed to have something in mind. Twist the blade of the axe and sweep it aside with the blade.

As the Mink man fell to the dirt, Cullen's expected cry rang out.

"Uncle!"

Cullen couldn't imagine whether the priest's face was black or white.

Kosha, who was about to make up for the stick, also understood from this shout, and happily put away the iron rod, and did not forget to put up the shoulder of Cullen, and said, "Lord Cullen, your face is quite black today!"

Ge Laozi's face has always been black! No! It's black!

Huo Jiasi rushed over and picked up the crossroads warden who had fallen into the dust.

Fortunately, the physique that the warden had cultivated in the past three months could still withstand the blow of the black-faced man of the winner, Bill, but the tail used to cushion his back was bald.

Cullen's shot was a thrilling one, and Orm only broke one arm into a few pieces, and the three ribs had to be tied to the fixing plate, and it was no big deal.

The misunderstanding was solved, and Ouyang decided to enter this prison to let everyone rest.

Huo Jiasi supported her injured uncle, and Ouyang followed behind, strolling around the strange prison.

The intersection is indeed a bit peculiar. The town was built on two small chasted rifts, which looked as if they had been struck in the flat ground with a large fork, and both times they were bulging out of the ground and intertwined with dogs' teeth.

The name "Crossroads" is not only because it resembles a cross, but also because it was a former crossing, but it was a crossing for the natives of the wasteland.

In the past, the natives of the wasteland turned the road into this rift valley in order to avoid the scorching sun of the sky when they were on their way, and at the same time they did some trading in the shade, and gradually became a ruin. At the same time, such terrain also made it convenient for robbers to carry out robbery.

Over time, this intersection became famous, and everyone knew about it.

After Beamon and Tran traded, the human merchants suffered here several times before they realized that this intersection was the bandits of the wasteland who came out to trap people. As a result, new trade routes were opened up by mankind, and the place became desolate.

It wasn't until later that Beamon fell in love with the topography of the place, and in this rockless wasteland, two rifts were natural walls, and it was fitting to block four exits to imprison prisoners, so there was the current crossroads.

After dealing with the injury, Huo Jiasi officially began to greet her uncle who had been reunited after a long absence, but when she saw the white hair of the elder, she couldn't help crying and said, "Uncle Orm, I want to kill you! Why is your hair all white?"

"Hogarth, my darling, let Uncle take a good look at you!" Orm stroked his niece's hair with his still able hand and continued, "It's really good that you're okay, since I heard that something happened in the village, and you don't know where to go, and Uncle I can't do anything, I am sad that I have become like this. ”

Looking at his appearance, he probably broke a lot of hearts for Huo Jiasi.

Ouyang gave up exploring the change in his temperament, and instead bowed, "Uncle Orm, hello, now that your niece can come back safely, you should be happy." ”

Only then did Orm remember that there was someone else next to him, so he quickly let go of Huo Jiasi, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked Huo Jiasi, "Huo Jiasi, who is this?"

Huo Jiasi obediently took Ouyang's hand and introduced him to his uncle: "Uncle Orm, this is my disciple, Lu Kai, he saved me from the bandits, and these people behind him are his followers and leaders. ”

Huo Jiasi was obviously putting gold on Ouyang's face.

Aum looked at Ouyang, then at the people behind him, nodded, and said lightly, "Young man, you did a good job! Thank you for saving my niece." ”

Ouyang Dao: "This is what I should do, the God of War will not abandon every one of his people, I just happened to meet it, under the arrangement of the God of War, I am honored to become a disciple of Mentor Huo Jiasi." ”

By the way, became his husband. Ouyang noticed the gaze of this Orm when he looked at Huo Jiasi holding his hand, and added in his heart.

"Yes, Uncle Orm, now that I'm a war priest, and Luke has become a soul priest, because we need to be busy with trials and trials, we come to see you now. ”

Huo Jiasi was very proud.

"That's good, that's good, Huo Jiasi, you have become a war sacrifice, which can be regarded as a comfort to your father. When Lord Vienna took you as a disciple, I knew that you were a natural sacrifice, and you had always been the only one in the village. Now that you have returned safely and been promoted to the War Sacrifice, Uncle I'm very happy!" Aum wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes again, and turned to Ouyang and said, "Young man, how can you have mastiffs with you? Did you really sneak them out?"

Ouyang couldn't help but smile when he thought of the mastiffs at the crossroads who were beaten down, and Kosha's complaints about his brother's heavy hands on his brothers, and said, "I brought these mastiffs from the Thousand Needles Camp, and Lord Eric, the scepter priest who guarded the Thousand Needles Camp, learned that we were going to the Colorado Plateau for the trial, so he kindly sent his mastiff prisoners there to help us complete the trial, and they played a role in our trial, so they canceled their prisoner status and became my followers. ”

Ouyang deliberately moved Eric's scepter sacrifice out.

Aum nodded, but shook his head again and said, "Huo Jiasi, why did you go to the plateau for the trial? Although I am not a sacrifice, I also know that this place is the place to accept the trial of the scepter sacrifice, you were only a soul sacrifice before, how could you be sent to that place for the trial?"

"Uncle Orm, we are being treated unfairly in the temple. Huo Jiasi explained in a whisper, she was afraid that the uncle would think that this was wrong for his face.

Aum looked at Ouyang and asked, "Unfair treatment?"

Ouyang shrugged his shoulders and said, "A prince probably senses that I want to beat him up and get in the way. ”

Every Beamon knows that the prince of the present day is a lion and tiger half-blood. Aum looked at the two juniors and said, "There are some things that cannot be endured. ”

"So, even Mentor Veena couldn't speak. The place of our trial is the Colorado Plateau, and the fiefdom is south of the Takijiang River. ”

Ouyang sighed heavily.

When Aum heard this, he who cared about his niece suddenly widened his eyes: "What, the prince actually made such a thing, what kind of bastard decision did the temple make!"

"Alas, Uncle Orm, it's useless for you to be angry, even Lord Veena can't protest, this order can't be protested, and I'm really worried about what will happen to Lord Hogarth when he arrives in that fiefdom. ”

Aum scolded a few times, and suddenly sighed as if he was deflated: "Alas, it is true that it cannot be disobeyed, the current King His Majesty has served as the king for five consecutive terms, and the power of their Lane clan is indeed something that no one can disobey." ”

Two gleams shot out of Orm's eyes, and he smelled, "Are you sure? ”

"As you can see, I have a good following. ”

Aum nodded and said no more.

Seeing him quiet, Huo Jiasi couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what happened to you here, why did those prisoners escape from prison?"

"It's not a jailbreak, it's my deal with them. I want to avenge you!"

Immediately, Orm explained his intentions. After speaking, he also commented with emotion: "After this battle, they can still have some advantages in fighting against the bandits, but in the face of the regular army, the difference is too far." ”

Huo Jiasi was already teary-eyed, and said, "Uncle, don't do stupid things in the future, I will be your relative." ”

"Silly boy, you're all back, what do I want it to do? But I'm glad I trained them for three months. Take them all, including the Goron. ”

"I have an official position, so it's good to stay here, besides, after three months, I still feel tired when I think about it. ”

Huo Jiasi nodded helplessly.

The next day, the group left the intersection.

Kou Sha looked at the newly wounded in the team, and couldn't help but complain to Ouyang: "My lord, it's not a way to go on like this, every time the enemy fights becomes a comrade-in-arms. This time, fortunately, the brothers did not take a ruthless hand for the sake of Beamon, otherwise it would have ...... Now there are no tears in my tears. Next time, before the war, can you ask the other party if they are your own people?"

"Next time, as long as you kill each other, you won't have to worry about it!"

A group of former crossroads prisoners couldn't help but twitch their faces when they heard this.

Outside the gate of the intersection, there are still a dozen or so prisoners who remain here.

Orm stood in the morning sun, watching the team in the distance.

Beside him, there stood an extremely lewd thin man, with a white beard on his cheeks, with a malicious smile, and said: "'Either rot in the dirt of the prison, or spill the blood to the south, not a raptor but the river', my lord, when did you become so incendiary?"

"Schofield, haven't you always liked to break from prison, why don't you leave this time?"

"Isn't there more chance when there are fewer people? I'm not sure I'll run away in a team like that!"

"That's right! That's the character of the Weasels of the Woucer tribe!"

Despicable and cunning, not necessarily a bad thing, I don't know if that fat man will do this trick.