In just one hour, none of the soldiers of the Holy See army who died in the battle had their bodies intact.

The paladin, covered in blood, looked around in horror and surrounded him, and the demons with playful expressions trembled uncontrollably.

"You're the commander here?" asked the chunky demon with blood-stained hands cracking his mouth and sneering.

"Yes...... It's ......" the pale cheeks of the Hatchet Paladin twitched frantically.

"That's enough!" said the demon leader in a deep voice with his eyes closed and his expression very sad.

The six demons quickly turned their heads and looked at their leaders in confusion.

The demon leader wiped his tears and said, "I'm sorry! I'm too emotional!

Seeing this scene, the six demons all slapped their heads vigorously with their hands、、、、、、 they had long heard that this head was a celebrity of the Purgatory Opera House, and his words and deeds were very dramatic, and he finally understood it!

"Boss??"

The Humpty Dumpty Demon lifted the Shortaxe Paladin with one hand and said to his playful leader.

"I need your memory!

The demon leader continued to say with a sad expression.

"Help、、、 help、、、、、

"What's that rambling?" said the Humpty Dumpty Demon's face with a hideous smile. He reached out his large left hand, grabbed the opponent's waist tightly, and threw it upwards with all his might. The Paladin of the Hatchet screamed in horror and danced in mid-air, causing bursts of wild laughter from the demons around him. They threw their heads up to the sky in a tacit understanding, opening their mouths as they erupted in a raging flame. Before the Shortaxe Paladin could react, it had been steam from the skyrocketing flames, leaving only one of his sturdy teeth to fall to the ground alone, with a clear click on the silent rooftop

"Enough fun, haven't you?"

The demon leader looked at the other six demons with the doting eyes of his parents looking at his children, and gradually turned back into naked human appearance, and said with a heartfelt smile.

"Hey..................hey"

The rest of the demons looked at their leader with satisfied smiles.

Then he began to rummage through the corpse for valuable things.

"This is the last time I will indulge you! If anyone disobeys orders in the future, you should know my ability, and I will let him die slowly, very slowly, slowly、、、、、!"

With a strange smile, the demon leader uttered this sentence little by little in an extremely slow voice. From his tone, you can hear that it is definitely a very cruel and cruel way to die.

The six demons immediately stopped their actions of cleaning the battlefield and reaping the spoils of war, did not dare to look at their leader, and stood in place and shivered.

"Pick out your own suitable clothes and assemble quickly!"

The demon leader seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of his words, and sat on his horse and calmly gave orders.

"Yes, boss!"

"Obey the command!"

"Right away!

Saying that, the other six nightmares who had turned into war horses also walked into the corpse circle, shook their muscular necks, and began to eat the still fresh corpses of humans on the ground.

"Hey, I'm talking about clothes, not fucking armor!"

The demon leader pointed to the tall demon closest to him, frowned, and said slightly angrily.

"Take it off!"

"Chief, why don't we put on these armors, pretend to be a paladin, and sneak into the Holy See by the way?"

This demon, with his eyebrows fluttering, continued to wear the Papal See's Paladin armor on his own.

"Hey!

The demon leader looked excited and gave a thumbs up.

The rest of the demons, seeing that something was going on here, quickly moved closer to this side.

"That's all good for you! hehe............

The praised demon said obscenely with a flattering smile.

"Promised!"

The demon leader smiled like a flower and continued to compliment.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately pulled down his face and pointed at this demon: "Flatten him!"

The obscene one dug his nostrils and turned his back: "Lao Tzu hates others teaching Lao Tzu to do things the most!"

There was another crack of fists and kicks to the flesh.

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Hundreds of slave girls stared at the bowl, twisting their bodies, around the bonfire, sometimes moving lightly, sometimes violently, dancing the bonfire dance, Hannibal sat firmly in the middle, Jobs and Marcus on the left and right, then Stewart, Da Han, and then a dozen Anglo tribal patriarchs, all women, several of whom began to tease Jobs with the strength of wine、、、

A few Tatar barbarians closed their eyes and played the horse-head fiddle in their hands, and the tune was still in line with the loneliness and desolation of the wasteland. The braids on the back of their heads are not missing, so their current status is still that of slaves, although they will be equipped when they fight, but when they are idle, their status is no different from that of those female slaves. They all crave war.

Hannibal is undoubtedly the leading wolf, and Jobs and Marcus are his most trusted loyalists.

There was a small crisp sound, but the whole banquet was instantly quiet, and it could even be said that the atmosphere began to be a little awkward.

It was a stone wine glass that was violently thrown out and collided violently with the ground, and it can be seen that the arm strength of the person who threw the wine cup was amazing, and the fragments of the wine glass were scattered and punctured the slender calves of several slave girls dancing in the campfire.

"Why hasn't this woman been put to death yet?"

It was Alexandre Dumas who spoke, and his figure was already a little shaky, and this sentence was obviously addressed to Hannibal, who was clearly referring to the prisoner of war - Elijie, who was naturally a slave trader who harmed Alexandre Dumas's tribe, and Hannibal had vowed to wash away their hatred with blood.

The four or five slave girls in front of him, who were in charge of dancing and buying wine for their masters, were so frightened that they quickly screamed and dispersed.

"Big hanging!"

Hannibal didn't even look at Alexandre Dumas, who was drunk, and continued to toast each other with several patriarchs, casually reminding Da Hang, take care of your cousin.

Da Hang stood up in a panic, ran to Dumas's side and grabbed Dumas's shoulders, blinking his eyes: "Cousin, you have drunk too much, come and I will serve you to go back and rest!"

"Get out of the way! I've got an explanation today!"

Dumas roared as he vigorously pushed the crane to the ground.

This push was too violent, and the big crane was caught off guard, and was pushed out three wheels in a row, knocking over three low tables, and this banquet was half ruined.

Almost everyone stopped and looked this way, there were Hannibal's old tribes, the new barbarian slaves, the Angles, and the goblins and human slaves.

"Little Joe!"

Hannibal finally raised his eyelids this time and shouted softly, and you could hear a slight anger in his tone.

"I understand the village chief!"

Xiao Qiao quickly stood up as he spoke, pulling his arms left and right, pushing away the two slave girls in front of him who were responsible for pouring wine for him.

Pedal Pedal 、、、

"Grass mud horse!"

Little Joe leaned down, stood in front of Alexandre Dumas, who was still messing around like a child, and burst out with a slap "Grass and mud horse!" A slap on Alexandre Dumas's cheek, with so much strength that the Anglo warrior who weighed 240 pounds was also slapped and hung in the air for three weeks, and after landing, he rolled out a full five meters away.

Next time you dare to talk to the village chief like this, I'll make your skull into a crotch protector and wear it inside!"

Xiao Qiao looked at Dumas, whose right cheek was bulging fast and as high as his chest muscles, and still dropped a cruel sentence in a menacing manner.

"It's too small! hum," (This sentence is whispering to himself, and it actually has a tsundere energy.) ）

After speaking, a pair of big hands patted his buttocks to prepare, walked back, suddenly felt a slight pain in his palm, raised his hand to see, it turned out that his slap was too fierce, and one of the other party's front teeth was pierced in his hand, and it was a centimeter deep、、、

Jobs pulled it off like a thorn in the wood.

Hannibal stood up, raised his glass, and looked around, and a circle of people bowed slightly: "Everyone go on!"

After drinking the wine in the glass, several other Anglo tribal patriarchs also drew gourds in the same way, and then the sea bowl was facing down.

"In three months' time, we'll be able to eat the food grown from the corpses of our enemies as fertilizer!

As soon as Hannibal finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter.

"I promise you that not a single person will go hungry! This second winter, the birth rate of Anglo babies will be very high, and it will be one by one! The Anglo men will have to work hard to sow seeds!"

As the center of the whole incident, Elejie always had a blank expression, kneeling behind Hannibal, helping to pass the wine and food like other slave girls, she just wanted to keep the name of her brother Satsuma, otherwise she would have been killed by Hannibal with her fierce and stubborn character.

In fact, Hannibal did not kill Elijie, and there were many people who were dissatisfied with this matter like Alexandre Dumas, but no one dared to provoke Hannibal、、、 a young barbarian who was just 15 years old.

"Lord, come on!"

Hannibal had just picked up the mare's milk wine in the bowl of the sea again, and Marcus on the side quietly pulled Hannibal's belt and whispered, Marcus looked excited, and obviously restrained, if he hadn't restrained, he would have kicked off the low table and danced with the slave girls in the campfire.

Marcus was motioning for Hannibal to come with him, and there were some secret things to discuss.

Hannibal nodded, then drank the sea bowl in his hand again, and stood up with the shoulders of the two slave girls on the left and right: "I'll go pee and pee!"

"Hehe, it seems that the village chief's kidney is not dripping!"

As soon as Jobs finished speaking, Hannibal flew over with a cowhide shoe.

Outside the revelry crowd, two figures began to move swiftly towards the silent sentry somewhere on the periphery.