On earth, there is a very famous allusion to Sui Xiong's motherland, saying that children are flowers in the garden, thriving under the sunshine and warmth of the motherland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And in this other world, which obviously lacks warmth, the young flower bones will not be so strong as they grow up, some will wither, some will wither, and some will not bear fruit...... There are also a few very few, although they bear fruit, but they are wonderful.

Well, the orc nicknamed "Bloody Hand" in front of him is a typical strange thing.

"Let's give him the 'legendary treasure' or he's going to slaughter innocent villagers...... Gerald, is this guy in the water in his head, or is he mentally abnormal?" Sui Xiong thought for a while, but he couldn't understand this god-like logic, and finally he could only ask shamelessly.

However, Gerald couldn't give a reasonable answer, and he wondered.

Kindness does not mean stupidity, just find any villagers they don't even know and take them hostage and threaten them...... This is simply an insult to their intelligence!

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Gerard couldn't help but ask, "Why do I want to take precious treasures in exchange for you not killing these villagers?

Ruhl apparently expected him to reply, and smirked, "You could have killed me, but I've scattered my men." As long as you don't give me that bracelet, they'll soon be killing all the civilians they can!"

"Decide, do you care about a single treasure, or do you care about the lives of those innocents?"

His smile was bad and cheap, his stubby nose almost cocked, and the slimy spat ran down his fangs, emitting a disgusting stench in the sun.

Gerald laughed angrily, intending to punch him in the face and help him rebuild himself for the rest of his life, if he had one. Sui Xiong stopped him.

"Huh...... I've never seen such a brazen person!" Sui Xiong sneered, full of murderous intent, "PK, but I'm going to kill my newcomer with leveling?" hehe...... Hehehehe...... If you don't kill him, let him go online, so that he won't dare to go online again in his life, I can't get to the idea!"

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

"Give him the bracelet. Sui Xiong said coldly, "When the matter is resolved, I will inform you." ”

Gerald was taken aback: "What?!!Give him the 'Void Gaze', to this despicable and shameless scoundrel?"

"Give it to him. Then you turn around and go, without looking back. ”

From Sui Xiong's gloomy tone, Gerald understood something, and secretly shuddered.

He understood that this ridiculously bad orc bandit had completely angered His Majesty the great Void Kamene, and what awaited this guy would be an extremely tragic end.

provoked a true god, and then foolishly brought the holy relics of the true god incarnation with him. What will happen to such an unreachable guy?

The kind-hearted Gerald was no longer willing to think about it, he was afraid that if he thought too much, he would give himself nightmares.

Taking off the bracelet on his right wrist, he threw it at Ruhl, not bothering to see the greedy robber scrambling to catch the treasure, and then turned away in ecstasy.

He walked fast, on the one hand, he didn't want to witness the tragic end that was about to befall this guy, and on the other hand, he felt disgusted.

The actions of this orc robber are no longer evil or ugly, they are as disgusting as rotten stinky meat. Gerald asked himself if he wasn't a fly or a dung-eating worm, and he couldn't force himself to stay with such a thing.

Ruhl didn't bother to care about this stupid rotten good guy, and at this moment his attention was completely drawn to the bone bracelet that had just arrived.

This treasure is indeed as stated in the news he received, containing powerful magic. Although on the outside, the magic aura is not dazzling, and it seems that it is only an adventurer who has been in the rivers and lakes for a few years can afford to buy it, but when he really holds this bracelet in his hand, he can feel that the magic contained in it is so abundant, it is endless!

He tried to put the bone bracelet on, but found that what was a bracelet for a giant was too big for him to use as a bracelet. After pondering for a while, he hung it around his neck and used it as a collar.

Albeit...... Even when used as a collar, it seems to be a little oversized.

But he didn't care anymore, the moment he put on the "collar", he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and then he felt that there was endless power surging from the bottom of his heart, and he seemed to have become extremely powerful, extremely confident, and seemed to be omnipotent. For a time, there was quite a heroic attitude of "if the heavens want to destroy me, I will go against the heavens, and if the gods want to stop me, I will kill the gods", and the momentum was so great that even the surrounding plants and trees trembled and bowed their heads to him.

"What a baby!" he couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he turned to look at his subordinates and asked triumphantly, "What do you think of this baby?"

The next moment, his smile froze on his face.

What caught his eye was not his subordinates who had been with him for many years, but pieces of flesh that were soft and slimy, waving countless tentacles, and making strange noises.

Ruhl exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously took several steps back, until he hit a tree and regained his footing.

But he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and that it was not the hard touch of a tree at all, but a soft sticky feeling, as if it was about to stick to his body.

He hurriedly struggled hard, and finally broke free from the sticky thing, and when he looked back, he saw that there were still traces of trees where it should have been woods, all of which were tentacles dancing wildly, large and small, and chaotic.

If you look closely, there are still faces on those tentacles, and those faces seem to be a little familiar.

He couldn't help but look more closely, only to see that those originally vague faces gradually became clearer. Hideous and ugly with fluff, a stubby nose, fangs showing out of thick lips, and scars on the face......

Suddenly, he came to his senses.

That's the faces of his men, the orcs and wolf riders!

At this moment, all the faces that were not clear enough suddenly became clear, and they were all familiar to him! But these faces were not at all fierce and obedient, but they were all full of fear, and they were even more lifeless, with the peculiar pale of corpses.

Ruhl roared loudly and quickly drew his scimitar, guarding carefully.

"You ...... What are you!" he roared, waving his scimitar to cheer himself up, "How dare you play tricks in front of Uncle Bloody Hand, believe it or not, Uncle will chop you to pieces!"

A strange laugh rang in his ears suddenly, and without hesitation, he slashed at the place where the laughter came from, but it fell short.

Turning his head, a monster with an orc's face, but covered with tentacles, and not even a fixed form floated in the air, looking at him with those lifeless eyes.

The sharp sound of a cat's claw tearing at steel came from what appeared to be a neck.

"Come back, come back to us. ”

Voices came from all directions, repeating "Come back, come back", these voices were high or low, old or young, but all of them were lifeless, and they could not hear the slightest vitality.

However, if you look closely, you can clearly hear endless joy in those voices.

Ruel let out a terrible scream, brandished his scimitar, and charged in the direction where the monsters were least few.

As a habitual bandit, of course he is afraid of death, but even if he dies, he must not die at the hands of these weird monsters!

His intuition told him that if he fell into the hands of these monsters, he was afraid that he would want to die!

"Bless me, O King of Beasts!" he prayed, running forward desperately, trying to leave the monsters far behind.

However, I don't know why, he was already running wildly, but he didn't feel like moving forward at all, and the scenery around him didn't change at all.

When he looked down, he saw that there was not solid dirt under his feet at all, but something wriggling, and even cold slime was running on the surface of the thing, covering the instep of his foot.

Ruhl screamed frantically, swinging his knife and slashing in all directions, and although he couldn't cut anything, it was as if he had regained his courage through this method, and even stood a little more firm on his feet.

"Come on! Uncle Ruer is not afraid of death!"

The things with strange tentacles but faces under his hands quickly approached. Although they are not very powerful, they are viscous and tough, and the sharp magic scimitar often can't cut a single mark.

Ruhl, who had been cornered, gritted his teeth and slashed desperately. If one knife doesn't work, two or three knives will be cut, and if a knife alone is not enough, they will punch and kick, and even bite with their teeth.

He couldn't remember how long ago he had been so embarrassed, and his thoughts were becoming muddy, blurry, like half-coagulated grease, slimy, indistinct.

I don't know how long it took, but his scimitar was no longer in his hand, his hands and feet had lost their strength, and even his innate weapon, his teeth, were so sore that he couldn't bite them.

The tentacles had finally defeated him, wrapping him around him tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His vision began to blur, his heart and lungs aching with every breath of exertion, but the pain in his chest was nothing compared to the pain that came from deep in his head.

The pain that ran from the deepest part of his head was so itchy and itchy that he wanted to smash his head with an axe, pull out all his brains, and throw them all to the ground and stomp on them.

But he couldn't do anything but watch as a huge tentacle with a blurred face slowly approached him. At some point, a large mouth full of tiny teeth appeared on the tentacle, and countless small teeth rubbed against each other, making a sharp sound.

For a moment, he felt that he should pray, but his confused mind could no longer give a clear answer.

Who to pray, how to pray? He couldn't remember anything.

In the next moment, he even forgot about "praying".

As he was entwined by the tentacles and sent into the huge mouth, he finally saw the face of the giant tentacles.

It was his own face.

The last shred of clarity in his thoughts collapsed, leaving only an endless viscous chaos. The bandit leader, who was reduced to a humanoid shell, grinned strangely.

"Huh...... Hey...... Oh hahaha......"