Chapter 010: Mad Dog

Characters in this chapter: Jonda, Jonda, Brotherhood of the Forest, Locke, and Jamie Lynn Quintos. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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"Still hard-mouthed?" the bloodied wooden stick was once again whipped the mercenary who was tied to the tree, and Yoda let out a muffled cry of pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The entire afternoon of torture had made the sturdy warrior's clothes no longer visible in their original color, blood running down his chin and the corners of his clothes, and drowning in the dense forest with the faint swallowing sound in the mercenary's throat.

"I said a long time ago, you can't catch us! I only know that the bastard who shoots pheasants in the mountains, your brain, is it ...

Another stick slammed into the mercenary's face, half of a bloody tooth flying far away from Yoda's scream.

The once tenacious and sturdy warrior can now barely stand with a little dignity only by relying on a rope that fastens himself to a tree.

Yoda's whole body was covered with blood, and only the still fierce eyes were still alive, staring intently at the scar-faced man who was sitting by the low tree stump not far away admiring everything.

"The taste of stooping under a leader who is much weaker than himself must not be what normal men like!haha・・・・・・" Yoda slowly raised his already heavy head, his knife-like eyes staring at the scar-faced man with a confident smile.

The latter's expression twitched slightly, and then unknowingly regained its original calm.

It was only a brief moment, but the confident smile that originally belonged to the scar-faced man rose from the corners of Yoda's mouth full of black and purple blood. "You think you're good at commanding, and you're ruthless, as if all of Calradia can't do without you, bastard!—" The robber in charge of "entertaining" the mercenaries slammed into Yoda's abdomen.

"But you're still ****** a thug in the woods. It's cool to interrogate someone like me, who has died a hundred times and no one pays attention to me, right?" Yoda spat out the last few words weakly, and the sharp pain in his abdomen made his internal organs seem to be twisted together.

"Stop!" One-Eye finally stood up from the stump, straightened his leather coat, and slowly approached the man on the trunk who was gasping for breath. A pair of sharp eyes stared at the captive who had witnessed him being scolded by the leader in the afternoon, and drew the hunting knife at his waist.

"Boss Locke..." The leader said that he wanted to keep this guy alive..." A robber who knew his boss's temper, but was more afraid of offending the leader of Jason, whispered to the boss, and that careful tone once again angered Locke, the small leader of the Green Forest Society, who was clenching the dagger. "Shut up Lao Tzu! When did you remind Lao Tzu to pay attention to proportion?"

Since joining the organization a few years ago, Locke has gone from being an ordinary little brother to being one of the seventeen minor leaders who are now second only to the Godfather and the three backbone leaders. Not to mention the countless injuries, countless times he was dragged back to his camp with blood, the people he led have always been the most able to rush to the forefront, and many encirclements and suppressions in the Swadia Kingdom have been killed by him and there is no return. And compared to the time he took when he joined the organization and what he snatched back, none of the other sixteen leaders could compare to him. More than a single person, he can cut down anyone in this organization alone. In terms of sincerity, as long as it is a task given by the leader, he has never said a word.

The only deficiency was the scar on his face that had been cut by the Swadia infantry a few years ago during the counterattack against the encirclement, and because of this scar, the chief's daughter did not dare to look at him directly.

In the entire organization, even if you count those who have become wives, the daughter of the leader is the most beautiful. Unlike the fat powder smell of the women in the city, the chief's daughter seems to be born to belong to the elf of the forest, with a mischievous beautiful little face that smiles every day, a seventeen-year-old body, a good figure as if everything has been designed by God, whether it is wearing leather armor or the skirt that Locke has worked so hard to snatch for her, it is so good-looking.

Ever since he first saw this girl, Locke had fallen in love with her. But it turned out that Locke was just an ordinary brother, and he didn't dare to think about liking the chief's daughter. As the girl became more and more beautiful, now he finally has the qualifications to marry her, but the damn scar on his face seems to have cut him and her apart.

Last month, the chief abruptly announced that he had accepted the offer of another bastard among the five chiefs, a coward who let his brother go first and avoided himself every time he fought.

Locke suddenly felt that he had been like a mad dog with no head and no brains, and that he was a hunting dog that regarded himself as his master, but in fact he was just an insignificant wild dog.

Lowering his head to calm the anger that had just been immersed in the memories and the tenderness that even Locke himself had not noticed, he stared back at the damned mercenary.

"You think you're smart, you seem to be self-righteous when you see something, and after a few beatings, you think you're a tough guy, right?" Locke grabbed the mercenary from the tree's hair, lifted his head down, and forced the other to stare into his eyes.

"You're really right, my boss won't let you die today, I really can't kill you bastard, but is it that easy to live?" the hand holding the hunting knife slashed against Yoda's left head, slowly slicing off a piece of his scalp as he screamed.

Locke still had that faint smile on his face, watching the blood spill out of his hair and the face of the scolding mercenary, making the latter choke on his own blood and cough out.

Locke pinched the mercenary's face tightly, stuffed the bloody scalp into the mercenary's mouth, which was already stained red with blood, and covered Yoda's mouth as he struggled to spit out, until the latter's Adam's apple moved up and down, and then he suddenly let go of his hand and took out a burlap to wipe the blood on his hand.

"Open the dog's mouth and spit out a word, and cut off your ear for you to taste. Locke withdrew his hunting knife, and with murderous intent, he swept the mercenary who hung his head and gasped, and was already too weak to say a word.

"Shut him up with that boy, and don't let the wolves and beasts of the woods eat him. Locke waved to the brothers who were in charge of cleaning up Yoda.

In this way, the two robbers dragged the captive, whose hands were tied, to the base camp not far away.

It was pitch black all around, and at this moment, there were heavy footsteps and the impatient complaints of the two robbers outside the silent door,

Jemilin, who was locked up in the hut, could faintly hear one of the robbers saying something like Locke was a mad dog.

The swaying of the chains outside the door brought about the characteristic crashing sound of metal, and through the moonlight hanging high outside the door, Jemilin saw the two robbers brutally throw a bloodied figure into the dark wooden house.

Jason found this a good opportunity to escape, and he could escape in the dark of night by knocking them down before the two robbers in front of him could scream.

Sitting in the corner of the cabin, he looked up at the two robbers in front of him, and he tried to move, but found that his strength was not very strong, so he gave up the idea of escaping.

Ever since he was confined to this hut, these robbers who killed and robbed him never let him have enough, so that his physical strength was always in a state of weakness, and even if he was forced to hold on, he would not be able to hold out for long.

"Boy, look at what, be honest," said one of the tall robbers. "If you dare to run away, you and him will be killed. ”

The door to the cabin was closed again, and the sound of chains clanging rang in Jemilin's ears again. The hope of escape, which was foreshadowed, was dashed.

Darkness enveloped him again, but this time he was surrounded by a stranger who had been beaten so badly.

"Hey, can you still speak?" Jamie Lin tried to ask the motionless figure lying on the ground.

"What do you want to ask?" said Yoda, enduring the pain.

"Does it matter if you have any injuries? Why did they beat you so badly? Jemilin, out of gentleman's opinion, first asked about the other party's injuries in a slightly concerned tone.

"As long as you can't die, this little injury is nothing. ”

"How did they get caught, do you have any other companions?"

Yoda didn't answer the question he asked, just lay motionless, his empty eyes staring straight at the pitch-black roof above.

He knew very well that when he answered these questions, the next question would be: How is your relationship with your companions, is it important that you are in the team, will they risk coming to your rescue?