Chapter 39: The Flying Head
"We've been discovered?"
The little giant, with a belt of bone accessories around his waist, or more accurately a barbarian, muffled his existence.
As he said this, dull footsteps came from the darkness.
Six savages, taller and more athletic than normal humans, emerged from the darkness.
There were no superfluous words, like a group of silent killing weapons, standing in front of the shorter, thinner looking barbarian.
The little barbarian who could clearly see the nasolabial folds on his face, obviously having a status completely different from his size, said to a group of people in a muffled voice:
"It doesn't matter, as long as no living person sees us, it's a perfect lurk. Now, though, plans need to change. β
The group disappeared into the darkness and walked towards a house with candlelight flickering at the entrance of the alleyway, leaving one person behind to finish.
Inside, a small room hidden in a remote corner of Titan that didn't even have a ventilation design, it became a secluded space as the door closed.
"Chew the bone, the plan changed slightly, things have changed, and the red-haired lady has no way to do it.
It's too strange, obviously she didn't leak the news, and she left the territory during the day, but there were many human spell swordsmen around to follow and protect her......
Why are there lord's guards who don't protect the lord with them? That's more than the lazy chieftain guards!
And the crooks who are full of lies, the maggots in the sewers, and the pigs rolling in the mud! They clearly said that the succubus lord was weak, but I watched from afar before, weak? Is there such a weak one?
There is no eye to gouge out!
The man's physical condition is already good enough to be comparable to that of a barbarian, I went to the dungeon before, and observed from a distance, that guy is not easy to kill, not to mention the human who has been with him, as dangerous as a monster......
We're here to fulfill the Horde's plan, not to die! β
"So what are we going to do?" The barbarian scratched his head, "You just say what you want to do, chew bones don't like those who need to use their brains, just tell me whose head you want to crush." β
The barbarian youth bared his teeth and looked into the corner of the room, smiling cruelly.
Hearing this, everyone looked to the corner, where there was a girl tied to a chair and her mouth covered with rags.
The barbarians' eyes changed inexplicably.
A barbarian next to him didn't have the madness of not caring about anything like chewing bones, and said with some dissatisfaction:
"What are you going to do with this person, kill him directly?
According to the requirements, the Lord of Lancaster or his fiancΓ©e must die one, and if they make sure that the two are dead, kill the student of the Shaping Monarch, and they will fulfill their promise......
But now we have caught a girl, and she has seen us and can't keep it. β
"Then kill!" The leading barbarian said indifferently.
The girl tied to the chair had a frenzied struggle in her eyes, full of fear.
The black hand of the monarch student who had returned home didn't pay much attention to it, but after seeing her expression, he was stunned for a moment: "You can understand the tribal language?" β
The girl nodded frantically, trying to prove that she did understand the tribal language and could communicate with them.
What are you kidding, she finally became a student of the faction monarch, so she didn't want to enjoy her good youth, so she died inexplicably in the abandoned hut in her hometown.
She regretted it very much now, obviously there were no more familiar people in this territory, why did she want to return to this sad land?
The teacher has already arranged a residence for himself in the royal capital, isn't it good to stay in the royal capital and not come back? I have to run back to see, now it's okay, something happened.
Thinking of this, the fear in her eyes became clearer.
She could see that these barbarians really wanted to kill her and do nothing, so her future was probably going to end here.
I thought that nodding her head would show that she could understand the tribal language, at least she would have the opportunity to communicate with the barbarians, but she didn't expect that the barbarian, who was called the black hand, didn't even give her the opportunity to communicate, and said indifferently:
"If you can understand the tribal language and see us, you will die even more. Don't leave the trouble to the tribe.
Unfulfilled promises are like leaves wiping your ass, meaningless.
They don't give it, it's a big deal that we take it directly from those crooks. They are much weaker and more deceitful than the Eber Federation. As for this guy...... Just kill it. β
They came to Lancaster with a mission, and everything they did here must not be discovered by outsiders, if any......
No ifs!
As long as all the people who found it are dead, nothing has been found.
He looked at the girl.
Judging by her age, she should be the same age as her daughter.
A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and without the slightest pity, he said to his people with an indifferent expression: "Send her on your way." β
"Then I'll start ......" Chew Bone grinned and walked straight over. He loved the wails and the sound of his prey's bones shattering when they crushed them.
It's just that before he could finish the corner, a slap was thrown directly on the back of his head.
Syllable!!!
Chewing Bone shook his head, looked at the little man leader for some reason, and said, "Black hand, why did you hit me?" β
The black hand scolded angrily and angrily, "What are you doing? β
The chewing bone who was about to step forward was a little unresponsive, and was stunned for a moment, and then he said in confusion: "Black hand, listen to you, kill someone!" β
The black hand was almost stunned by his pig teammates, jumped up and slapped the head of the chewing bone, and said viciously: "Where are we now?" β
"Lancaster Collar!"
"I mean...... What is our environment? β
Chewing Bone hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "A room that doesn't even have enough places to stay? β
The black hand gritted his teeth and said, "Then are you going to splash this temporary station, which is too small to even lie down, with blood and become a mess?" Pull her out and gag her. Don't do anything in the house, just find a corner that is not easy to be found, and just strangle it. β
The black hand remembered something, and added: "You don't like to use your brain, you don't have enough food, tribal status and your own tent, if you want someone to take a fancy to you, it's impossible, you must have been holding back for a long time."
Hurry up when you go out, don't leave the tail of your hand, the student of the Magic Monarch, if you haven't officially carried out spell research and haven't had a sense of protection, it's not so easy to deal with. β
Just as he said this, a creepy feeling welled up in his heart.
The pupils of the black hand shrank suddenly, only to see that a corner of the room was instantly shattered, and more than a dozen spears wrapped in azure mana roared and burst into the air!
The black hand who reacted quickly had already picked up the short axe in his hand at this time, and the muscles that had grown up in an instant swung wildly, shattering the spear that was shooting in his direction on the spot.
But it is clear that not everyone is a black hand.
Except for the chewing bones with amazing strength, who were desperately injured to block the sudden attack, the rest of the barbarians were either severely injured and killed on the spot in this surprise attack, or fell to the ground wailing and lost the ability to resist.
"Chew the bones! What are you doing in a daze, idiot, run! The black hand cursed angrily, and was a little delirious by a series of attacks, and subconsciously crashed into a wall next to him.
This collision smashed the wall hard, broke into the chewing bones in the long night, and finally subconsciously looked back.
Instead of retreating, the Black Hand roared in anger and tried to charge into the approaching Rangers.
But in the next second, several silk threads emitting a faint cold light burst out, and a cold figure flashed like lightning, drawing a waltz in the air.
Even if it was far away, chewing bones could feel the cold light revealing a cold murderous intention.
He subconsciously understood that it was too late.
The roar of the black hand flashed in his mind.
In reality, the head of the black hand flew up in an instant.
"Catch up." He heard an indifferent command from afar.
Urged by the sense of fear, Chew Bone didn't dare to stay, and ran into the darkness for the first time.