"Unfortunately, I don't want to choose either of the two options you said, maybe you'd like to give a third?" Rogge said defiantly, staring at the woman in an animal skin skirt with oil paint on her face.

The woman stared at him and groaned slightly, and suddenly bent her bow and shot an arrow at him, Rog stood quietly and watched the arrow fly, and at the moment when the arrow was about to hit him, he decisively stretched out the fingers of his left hand and flicked the shaft of the arrow, and at the same time tilted his head to the right, and the arrow flew past his left ear and landed on the strawberry jam wooden jar that Lilith was holding in her arms behind him.

"Ahh

"That's right, it's not time to eat!" Before Rogge could finish speaking, the woman in the animal skin skirt led by him had already rushed forward with two javelins in hand, and both spears stabbed at Rogge's upper and lower plates respectively.

Rogge didn't move, and when the woman's twin guns pierced his shadow, he went around behind the woman, and flew up and kicked the back of the woman's left-handed javelin, which flew out of his hand and landed accurately in front of Tali, and the shaking tail of the gun hit the strawberry jam jar in Lilith's hand again.

Seeing the jar in her hand shattered and scattered, little Lori was completely angry, she grabbed the remaining half of the jar and turned into a little owl and soared into the air, and threw it at Rogge with both claws, Rogge raised the gauntlet of the fallen angel to block it, the jar shattered on the surface of the gauntlet, and a large number of sharp pieces of wood flew towards the woman in the animal skin skirt.

The woman retreated sharply as she swept away the flying debris with her javelin, and when she shot down all the debris to steady her footing, an arm grabbed her neck from behind.

"Maybe that's the only way we'll be able to talk properly?" asked Rog softly next to her bone-ringed ear.

"Men are not qualified to speak here!" the woman threw away the javelin in her hand, grabbed Rogle's arm around her neck, and screamed, throwing him to the ground in front of her with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Catherine, Tully, and Murphy, who were watching from a distance, were all taken aback by the fact that Rogge's back was slammed into the sewage, and the moment he landed, his right hand threw forward by inertia, throwing the woman off his head.

The woman also fell headlong into the sewage, and both of them got up from the sewage like chickens in soup, and Rogge wiped the rotten dirty water from his face, spat on the ground, and said, "I hate this place more and more!"

"Well, the bad wolf has suffered!" cried out the little furball gloating as it landed on his head.

"Wipe the strawberry jam off your face, you unclean little bird!" Rogge sneered angrily, and walked towards the woman, who also looked at him with fierce eyes, without the slightest hint of backing down.

"Do you want to play hand-to-hand combat?" Rog took off the handguard of the fallen angel on his left hand, reached out and grabbed the little furball and stuffed it into the hand, waved it to Tali, and hooked his finger at the woman in the animal skin skirt.

"You're killing yourself!" the woman sneered and pounced on Rogge, who waited for her to rush forward and swung his fist at her, the two fists, one large and one small, collided together, the woman's face did not change, grabbed Rogge's arm and dragged him forward, and the other hand punched him in the abdomen.

Rogge took advantage of the opponent's strong drag and slumped his shoulders and elbows into the opponent's arms, his left arm blocked the opponent's punch to the abdomen, and his right hand broke free of the woman's hand, grabbed her leg and lifted her up, and threw her to the ground behind him.

The woman subconsciously reached out and grabbed Rogge's back collar, and the heavy falling force of his body immediately dragged Rogge to the ground, he lay backwards on the woman's body, and his body pressed the woman's waist and abdomen heavily, and the woman endured the pain and punched Rogge in the face, pushing him away from herself.

The two sat in the dirty water of the swamp with their faces covered and their stomachs rubbed, staring at each other hostilely, when Rog suddenly heard a jumble of footsteps behind him, and he turned back to see the female warriors rushing behind him, raising their bows and arrows to surround him.

"Is that all?" Rogge asked as he looked back at his opponent, the woman's oil-painted face was expressionless, staring at him coldly, Rogge shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly put his hands on the ground in a Thomas whirlwind, sweeping the female warriors around him on their backs.

He straightened up, reached out to catch a short bow that had fallen from the hands of the female warriors, came to the woman in front of the leader with the surprised expressions of the female warriors, handed her the bow and said, "Maybe we should not be hostile to each other, I have no intention of offending you, if this place is not allowed to enter, we will leave here at once." ”

After saying that, he strode past the woman and waved his hand to his companions, Murphy nodded lightly, leading everyone to prepare to leave, when he suddenly heard the woman in the animal skin skirt at the head say loudly, "Who are you?"

"I have many names, but even if I tell you, I don't think you know them. Rog turned back and smiled at her, then turned and followed the three companions away, the woman sitting quietly on the ground watching his back until several of them stepped forward to help her up.

"Lisa, they're gone, shall we go back?" said one of the women.

"No, we can't let them leave like this," said the woman named Lisa, staring intently at Rog's departing back, "He's the best man I've ever met, I'm going to take him back and let him leave a descendant for our clan!"

......

"I'm sorry, but I was talking to Catherine and didn't notice that we were walking into Amazonian territory. Murphy said apologetically as he looked at the drenched Rogge.

"It doesn't matter, at least we're out of it. Rogge said, shaking the water off his clothes.

"My Strawberry Jam didn't get out of it!" said Little Furball, reluctantly.

"Your strawberry jam isn't going to be gone, and it won't be long before you're eating them all. Rog took the Fallen Angel's gauntlet from Tali and put it back on.

"Can you tell me who those people are just now?" Catherine, who was really unable to hold back her curiosity, asked impatiently: "I have never seen such a woman, it is so strong!"

"Let our Mr. Adventurer introduce me, he knows this place best," said Rog, taking off the black shirt he was wearing, revealing a strong muscle covered in wolf tattoos, and wringing the water on the suit as he said, "I'd better get my clothes done first!"

"Those are the warriors of the Amazons," Murphy looked up at Catherine and explained, "The Amazons are a race that has lived in the swamp of death for generations, and they are the only matrilineal clan on the continent at present, and there are no men among the Amazons, all the people are women. ”

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Catherine in amazement, "where have all their men gone?"

"I'm guessing they've all been eaten, like a stupid mantis!" the little furball interjected as he leaned on Tully's snow-white shoulder.

"Not really," Murphy said with a smile on his face, "The Amazons hold conventions in the border villages of the human kingdom for two seasons a year, mainly Itali and Erus, which the locals call love meetings, in the final analysis, for the purpose of reproduction." ”

After that, the Amazons return to the village and if they give birth to a girl, they are left behind, and if they give birth to a boy, they are returned to the child's father. ”

Murphy looked at the shocked expressions on Catherine and Tully's faces and said, "Sounds incredible, doesn't it? Finding a random strange man to spend the night at the conference and having a child is like something that happened in the ancient barbaric era!"

"That's right," Rog interjected, shaking his wrung out clothes, "but that's not all, I've read in books that they imprisoned male slaves in tribal villages, and as another way to reproduce, these slaves ended up with only one death." ”

"No wonder they first said that the only men who entered the territory were death and slavery!" said Tali.

"Yes, the Amazons are one of the most primitive races, they have lived in this inaccessible death zone for generations, isolated from the outside civilization, and still maintain the most primitive way of life, so it is not surprising to see anything here. Rogge smiled and nodded.

"Like the barbarians and orcs of the savage wilderness?" asked Tali, curious, tentatively.

"That's right, but the living conditions are even worse!" Rogge smiled approvingly, looked at her and Catherine, and said, "Did you notice those women's boobs just now?"

The two girls couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed and dazed by Rogge's sudden mention of this, only to hear Rogge laugh and say: "Amazon women will cut off their right breasts when they become adults, so that they can draw their bows and shoot arrows. ”

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Catherine, dumbfounded, she never dreamed that there could be such a thing in this world, that a woman would cut off her own chest with a knife in adulthood, just to draw a bow and shoot arrows and fight!

"Aren't you glad that you're not a member of the Amazons?" Rogge put his clothes back on his body and said with a smile: "The Amazons are also regarded as monsters by the Holy Order, and the Holy Society once issued an announcement calling them the most murderous maniacs and the most dissolute banshees, but in my opinion, they are just products of primitive civilization. ”

"It's terrible that we got rid of them!" said Catherine, holding her hands to her chest.

"yes, it's terrible, my good can of strawberry jam was only half eaten and then shattered!" Little Furball echoed with a look of regret.

"Don't worry about your strawberry jam, let's go to the sky, it's getting dark, we'll have to find a place to stay, I don't think anyone is going to sleep in the dirty water tonight, right?" said Rog as he grabbed the little furball from Tali's head and tossed her into the air.

Reluctantly, Lilith flapped her wings and flew into the air, circling the swamp at the center of the circle of the four of them, her eyes piercing through the deepening night and the fog of the swamp, searching for a place to stay.

Suddenly, something caught her eye, the little furball turned around and flew behind Rogge and the others, Rogge on the ground looked up at her, saw her flying away in the opposite direction, and couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Little villain, where are you going?"