"Really smart people don't make deals with you."

When the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head, and he just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Only a fool should be a slave controlled by you." ”

"Stupid."

The shaman was not angry at this, he shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be so smart: "Your uncle has already sold you to me, thirty thalers of silver, you are my slaves, my property. ”

In this regard, sensing a slight sound behind him, Ian, who knew that Hilliard had begun to act, briefly commented: "Stupid." ”

The shaman snorted, no matter how bad his imperial Chinese was, he could understand the curse, but without waiting for the shaman to speak, he called his guards to come and catch this kid.

He smelled a strange smell, instinctively sniffed, and his complexion changed suddenly.

"Blood?!"

The shaman looked around, his voice fearful, "Where did the blood come from?" ”

Just as the shaman was in shock, Ian lifted the pitchfork and poked down the brazier that was piled up not far away.

When the charcoal covered under the ash meets the air, it emits a red fire and scatters sparks.

Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, along with the flammable linen and clothes stacked aside, were ignited instantly, and the blazing fire instantly illuminated the hall and illuminated the shaman's stunned face, as well as Ian's expressionless face.

- The wood in the old house was dry, and he deliberately spread all the algae oil in the house in key places.

This was what Ian had intended to use to burn Orssena in a desperate situation, but his uncle was too wasteful to use it at all.

Now, it's cheaper to see this indigenous shaman in front of you.

The decayed firewood and grass velvet that had been prepared for a long time baked the old house with a blazing heat, and the terrible heat and bright light dazzled the shaman's eyes for a moment.

The Redwoods are adept at night, seeing clearly even on dark nights without moonlight, but they can't see bright daylight or overly exuberant fire.

"Crazy, you have to go!"

With only one thought in his mind, his eyes shaky and unable to see clearly, the shaman clenched the cane in his hand and swung it forward indiscriminately, driving away possible attacks.

- Who would have thought that someone would be ready to burn their home to the ground?

In this situation, no matter what Ian's final outcome is, Ian's house on fire will attract the attention of the surrounding residents, and if they don't leave now, they really can't leave!

The shaman couldn't see the room clearly, and Ian shouldn't have seen either, but he didn't need to see it - the boy had his eyes closed at the moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin eyelids when he turned on the psionic energy, and could see directly through the firelight in the direction of the thick white mist.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian took a step forward, using the same technique that Hilliard had taught him to dig holes, using the strength of his waist and his hands forward, and stabbed the pitchfork out of his hand.

Boom! There was a dull crashing sound, and even if it was blinded by the firelight for a while, the shaman was not unable to block the blow, and the cane got stuck at the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.

But he still couldn't help but be stunned in his heart: "How come? This is not the power of ordinary children! ”

Without time to ponder, the shaman tried to retreat, but the ball of his right foot ached - he didn't stand still from stepping on Ian's trap, and the cane that had been holding the pitchfork slipped diagonally and landed aside, but it also took the pitchfork with him.

"Do you want hand-to-hand combat?"

At this moment, although the shaman was vigilant in his heart, he was not really flustered, he was still an adult after all, how could he not beat an eight-year-old child? If you don't have a weapon, it's not a raid, if you're prepared......

Syllable.

A bag of sleep powder smashed into the shaman's face.

The delicate fragrance permeates the heat of the flame, becoming mellow and long-lasting.

To tell the truth, lime is indeed invincible in the world, and if this lime is still poisonous, it is even more incomparable.

After this, the shaman really wanted to continue to resist, and his resistance to sleeping powder after shamanic ritual training was by no means comparable to that of a white civilian like Osenna, but he was already inconvenient with his legs and feet, not to mention that Ian seemed to be completely unaffected by the fire, and did not affect any action at all.

After throwing out the sleeping powder, Ian flew straight and pounced, knocking the shaman to the ground.

He reached out and grabbed the other man's neck firmly.

"Hmm...... How...... Possible?! ”

Sleeping powder, high temperature, and lack of oxygen, the young shaman's eyes bulged, and his face flushed.

In the blazing firelight, he could only see Ian's eyes finally open, glittering with a pale blue halo.

The sheen of light water mist swayed around the boy's pupils.

- Yes, psionics?!

Consciousness faded away, frantically struggling, banging, grabbing, and shaking Ian's arm with all his might, but no matter how hard he swung it, Ian endured it in silence, only the strength in his hand grew stronger and stronger, as a reward for all this pain.

"It's just a sacrifice that has been bought for a long time ......"

Before losing consciousness completely, the shaman of the feather ring screamed the last words in hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in the cavity of his lungs.

Soon.

Like his partner Osenna, the hapless shaman fell into an eternal sleep that could never be revived again.

"Hoo ......"

And Ian let go of his hand, the flames were almost burning to his feet, and the blazing flames were licking the corners of his clothes, and sparks were splashing, burning more holes in his trouser legs, which were already quite torn.

Ian stared at the third person he had killed today, he exhaled wearily, shook his head, and calmly said to himself, "You are nothing more than a sacrifice of the tribe and the totem." ”

"It's sad and ridiculous that the sacrifice still wants to offer a sacrifice."

Then, he turned sideways and picked up Elan, whose mist had suddenly turned white and was no longer bright red.

Ian strode towards the hallway of the door where the flames had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard standing in the doorway waiting.

The old knight nodded with a smile, as if to praise his student's performance.

Ian smiled back, looking back at the sound of the flames burning.

Under the starless night sky, the crimson light seemed to be a spark on this bleak continent.

He stared at the blazing fire behind him, and subconsciously hugged Elan who was still sleeping in his arms, and the boy could already hear the exclamations of his neighbors at this moment.

He turned sideways and looked in Hilliard's direction.

The other party's face and hair color have changed to the appearance of Orsna.

Ian laughed too.

"It's over."

"It's also a new beginning," he said. ”

- Everything that was old was burned to the ground.

So, the boy stepped forward and walked towards Hilliard, the moonlit street.

It's time for a new life.