Lucien was a little surprised to see the wastelanders who took the initiative to attack, in that situation just now, according to the habits of the wastelanders, after the sneak attack failed, they should take the initiative to retreat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unless, Lucien's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the mouse on the ground, and as soon as his mind moved, the two-person tall gargoyles on the side rushed up, raised the body of the mouse, and waited for Lucian's order, ready to tear the human in his hand apart at any time.

"Surrender or the man dies. Lucien pointed to the mouse in the gargoyle's hand and screamed intimidatingly.

The reason why Lucien said this is because these wastelanders should have been living in this city for a while, they should be more familiar with the terrain here than him, and they can be used as cannon fodder in future adventures, which should be of some use to him.

Even if these wastelanders are useless, at least, they will definitely not be spies of other forces, which can reassure Lucien.

Lucien's assessment of the situation has always been very accurate, and after discovering that the rat is not dead, the strong man with a mutant hand in his right hand led by the other party has a flickering eye.

It seems that this leader has a close relationship with Lucian's hostages.

That's easy to do.

"If you are obedient to me, I can provide food, salt, and safe habitat, or I can rebel, like this rock. ”

As he spoke, the giant sword in Lucian's left hand was brandished at the boulder next to him, and with a bang, the boulder was split into two pieces by Lucien, and Lucien did this, in addition to showing off his strength, that is, to tell the other party that the hostage in his hand, he wanted to kill, and he could kill it with a sword.

"Convinced, or death, answer me, wastelander?" Lucien said in a loud voice again, "Answer me!"

Suddenly, a long howl rang through the sky.

Lucien looked up and noticed a huge strange bird hovering above their heads in the moonlight.

"Damn, it's the smell of blood that attracts Pan Ying. Lucien gritted his teeth.

Pan Ying is a kind of monster, the eagle-headed man has wings on his back, and his physical fitness is equivalent to that of a great knight when he becomes an adult, and he awakens one or two types of spells at the same time, plus he can fly, which is quite a difficult monster to deal with.

The moment Lucien looked up, the Pan Eagle flew down and pounced on Black Claw, who held the battle axe in his hand and slashed at Pan Ying.

But he didn't expect that at the moment when the tomahawk slashed Pan Ying, it stretched upward, dodging the black-clawed tomahawk, and then the eagle's beak spit out a mouthful of black mist at the black claw, this black mist was extremely viscous, and there were countless small white insects wriggling in the black mist, which looked extremely disgusting.

The speed at which the black mist came was not fast, but because the distance between Pan Ying and Black Claw was quite close, Black Claw saw that he didn't have time to dodge, so he grabbed a clansman next to him and blocked it in front of him.

The wasteland man was stained with black mist, and suddenly let out a miserable cry, and the place shrouded in black fog was gnawed out by small insects, and after a while, there was no breath.

Lucien knew he couldn't run away because he wasn't familiar with the terrain. On such a night, running around in such a city will only attract more monsters, and the top priority is to kill Pan Ying and then eliminate his traces in the city.

Thinking of this, Lucien pulled out the fiery sword on his waist, stimulated the high temperature on the sword's body, and threw it at its back at the moment when Pan Ying spit out black mist.

The feathers scattered, Pan Ying wanted to climb up, and then swoop down again, how could Lucien give it such a chance again, taking advantage of the moment when it adjusted its body posture after being injured, the giant sword in his hand was dragged by the mycelium, splitting it into two petals.

In the distance, there were wolf roars one after another, which made Lucian's face change drastically.

No longer caring about his image, he put his sword directly on the neck of the leader of the wastelanders, and threatened, "Take me to your camp." ”

Lucien knew that this group of wastelanders must find a safe place to survive here, and now that the monsters around him had been attracted to him, he had to move to a safe place immediately.

"I'll bring you here, will you let us go?" said Blackclaw.

"You're threatening me?"

Blackclaw nodded and said straightly, "Yes." ”

"It's impossible to let you go," Lucien said with a cold gaze, "It's still that condition, I protect you, and you are loyal to me." ”

Blackpaw was silent for a moment, and at this time, the wolf's howl was getting closer and closer, and Blackpaw looked at the mouse on the gargoyle, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay." ”

With the submission of Blackclaw, and the dangerous circumstances at this time, the remaining wastelanders also temporarily submitted to Lucien.

Lucien followed Blackclaw, grabbing his way through the city's streets.

"It's really unlucky, I didn't expect that in this city, the density of monsters is so large, I was careless. ”

Lucien reflected on himself as he ran.

I caught the mouse just now, and I transferred it as soon as possible, so there would be no such a big problem.

Or I'm greedy.

Luckily, the wolves are still some distance away from them, and as long as they can find a safe place where there are no monsters and away from here, I believe the wolves will not find them.

Led by Black Claw, Lucien skillfully avoided the lair of large and small monsters in the city and came to a sanctuary in the northeast corner of the city.

This church, located in the northeast corner of the city, is backed by a towering cliff and a river on one side, facing the direction of the city, with several artificial walls, black old walls and milky white pure churches, with a kind of misplaced beauty.

Although this temple was erected in the city, it was actually specially walled, which made Lucien a little curious about the purpose of this temple back then, but he didn't delve into it, after all, these things were none of his business.

Lucien climbed up the uneven wall and entered the Sanctuary, where the campfire in the Templar Square proved that Blackpaw was not lying, and that this was indeed the place where they camped on a regular basis.

It's just that now there are no foreign enemies, and these wastelanders ......

.........

The moment the first rays of sunlight fell on Lucian, Lucian opened his eyes, looked at the shivering wastelanders in front of him, showed his snow-white teeth, and asked, "Do you all know how to speak the lingua franca?"

When he was resting last night, as Lucien expected, this group of wastelanders really wanted to sneak attack Lucien while he was resting, and naturally, they were suppressed by Lucien's iron blood.

Then Lucien used the rope that the wastelanders carried with him, tied up the wastelanders one after another, like rice dumplings, and summoned gargoyles, so that they did not sleep all night.

"Don't speak?" Lucien smiled, his left palm aimed at the one of the wastelanders closest to him, and the mycelium spewed out, wrapping around the man's neck, and then slowly, slowly crawling along the neck to the top of the man's head.

Knowing that the wastelanders are bald, this person can clearly feel the wriggling of this horrible plant on his head.

Then he saw the freckled man in front of him smiling at him, smiling at him like a trying to mate.

Right now.

"Ahh

A miserable cry.

Suddenly, it was as if thousands of needles were inserted into his head at the same time.

"God, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare to imagine this devil in front of me as a girl anymore!"

His words made Lucian's face darken, and of course, the man let out a miserable cry again.

The screams were painful and desolate, and the hearts of the wastelanders next to them were horrified.

"I don't think it's enough for one person to shout, it's good for everyone to call together. ”

Lucien was a little annoyed by being treated as a girl, and the mycelium on his hands, in the frightened eyes of the wastelanders, branched out, each branch corresponds to a head, and entwined it.

"More knowledge is better, and you know how to torture people. ”

Lucien's laughter was like a signal to open the gates of hell, and one after another the wastelands who had been tied up into rice dumplings bounced on the ground, screaming, as if they wanted to die immediately.

Lucien was very satisfied to see the already white cheeks of the wastelanders turn pale as paper, the wide, godless eyes, the big weak mouths, and the terrified look in their eyes at Lucian.

Seeing that the fire was almost over, Lucien stopped the torture and said, "Or last night's problem, surrender or death?"

After asking the question, seeing that no one answered immediately, the corners of Lucian's mouth only moved slightly, looking like he was about to smile, and the thief-eyed wasteland man who was captured by Lucien at the beginning said, "Surrender, we surrender." ”

Immediately afterward, the rest of the wastelanders also scrambled to roar, "Surrender, we surrender." ”

There is an indescribable tremor and fear in the language.

Lucien's gaze looked at the leader of the wastelands in the corner who had not yet surrendered, and after a moment, the man sighed and said, "I surrender too." ”