Hannibal asked impatiently.

"Someone just came to deliver a letter, saying that your adoptive father, Quentin Sr., is afraid that he will not be able to do it、、、、!

"What??"

Hannibal was completely awake at once, and was shocked into a cold sweat.

When Hannibal rushed home, it was already a day and a night, and Hannibal saw in the distance that around his family's big tent, surrounded by men, women and children in the village, all with solemn faces, old Quentin changed into new clothes, and his body showed that his skin was blue, apparently dying of excessive bleeding, lying quietly on a cowhide half a meter wide and two meters long, the cowhide was sprinkled with flower petals, and the men who came each of them slashed lightly on their faces with a knife after seeing the corpse of old Quentin, in order to show respect for the deceased!

Hannibal jumped off the "White Snake" with a demented face under the support of Jobs, believing that if there was no support from Jobs at this moment, Hannibal would definitely fall off the horse because of his distraction.

Two familiar and cold bodies threw themselves into their arms, one was his aunt, and the other was naturally his sister Lydia, both of them were red and swollen eyes, their faces were pale, and in just three days, they had already lost a lot of weight, and their two cheekbones appeared very high.

The two hugged Hannibal's shoulders and waist tightly, almost with all their might, and even though they were women, they also made Hannibal feel painful, as if they were afraid that they would lose another relative of Hannibal again.

Hannibal gently patted them on the back as a sign of comfort, his face still in a state of distraction.

It was only with great difficulty that Hannibal pulled away the two women who had been around him, and he walked slowly towards the corpse of old Quentin like a walking corpse.

"Hey, hey, old man, stop making a fuss, stand up! I've got you another cigarette stick, made of pure crystal!

The corners of Hannibal's mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, and he let out two very dry laughs.

Then he took out a cigarette stick from his bosom that was even more gorgeous than the one he gave to old Quentin last time, it was transparent, but the top of the tobacco used to hold it was slightly blackened, it seemed that someone had already used it, I don't know where Hannibal got it!"

The cigarette stick was very rudely stuffed into the arms of old Quentin, and when Hannibal stuffed the cigarette stick into the arms of old Quentin, he saw the terrible wound in his chest, and shivered.

"You guys get up for Lao Tzu!**Didn't you say that you would promise my father to watch my wife give birth to a baby?"

"Get up for me!"

Hannibal's eyes were filled with tears at this moment, and he suddenly went berserk, sat down on the corpse of old Quentin, and picked up the old Quentin's collar and roared hysterically at the old Quentin's already blank face.

"Calm down!"

"Pull him away!"

Five or six Viking warriors from the same village dragged Hannibal away from old Quentin, Hannibal bent his waist and roared in the direction of Old Quentin's corpse and said: "**What about the wife I found, no credit! You are a disgrace to the Vikings, and the Vikings will never be untrustworthy! You will get up for me now and find me a wife! I want it now, I will have a baby tonight! You will get up for me! Get up!"

Hannibal's eyes were always rolling in his sockets, and when he shouted the last two words, he was already hoarse because he had tried too hard!

Looking at Hannibal's cousin, Lydia and her mother on the side hugged each other again and cried.

In the end, Hannibal did not cry, and he presided over this funeral as the son of the elder Quentin. Old Quentin in the evening, three old horses were driven to the most desolate part of the Great Wilderness, which was called the Heavenly Burial.

The three old horses would come back the same way they had come in the middle of the night, while the old Quentin's corpse would remain in place, to be pecked by various scavengers.

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"Come with me!"

The people who had come to the funeral in the village had all left, and Hannibal, Lydia and her aunt, sat by the campfire in relative silence, and after about ten years of urine and drying, Hannibal broke the silence and said with a cold face.

"Come with you! What about Abba's territory?"

Lydia replied coldly.

"No, I'll take care of you, pack up your things and leave tomorrow!"

Hannibal took a sip of mare's milk wine and hung his head.

"Impossible! This is Abba's territory, and I will protect it even to death!"

Lydia also took a sip of mare's milk wine and said casually with a casual touch of her lips.

"In that case, if I marry you Lydia, you can always take your aunt and follow me later, right?"

Hannibal looked at Lydia and said softly.

"I repeat, I'm going to protect Abba's territory!"

Lydia was stubborn again.

"How do you protect a woman?"

Hannibal was clearly in a bad mood today, and for the first time since he was born, he shouted at his sister, who was a full twelve years older than him.

"Woman!

"Well, I swear from today that I will never marry in this life, I will no longer be a woman, I am Quentin Tarantino's eldest son, Lydia Tarantino! From now on, Abba's territory will be guarded by me! Don't worry about it! You are just Abba's adopted son!"

As she spoke, Lydia pulled out the dagger at her waist and slashed it back along her forehead without hesitation, and in an instant, her originally thick and shiny hair was bald, and she used so much force that when the strands of hair fell, a trace of blood began to oze from the top of her head.

Lydia looked at Hannibal with a dagger in her hand.

Hannibal let out a deep breath, stood up, kissed his aunt on the forehead, then turned to look at Lydia, walked towards Lydia, and kissed Lydia on her forehead, which was covered with stubble and blood, and said, "I'll leave tomorrow to abandon the highlands!

Hannibal finished slowly wiping the stubble from his lips, the stubble that made him itch!!

The wind blows incessantly in the wilderness,

In the middle of the night, in the most desolate part of the wasteland, three old horses galloped forward side by side, dragging a cowhide of about three meters by three meters behind them, and a middle-aged man with a blue face was placed on the cowhide, even if he died, he still looked obscene.

A slender plough mark appeared on the cowhide after passing through a section of weeds, and the flowers around old Quentin's body had long since been sprinkled by wisps of withered weed debris and fragments of dried animal feces that had been boiled by some kind of animal.

After continuing to move forward for about 100 meters, the three old horses seemed to have spirituality, stopped in unison, jumped forward violently, and the body of the old Quentin on the cowhide behind him flipped over a few wheels, rolled down from the cowhide, and lay on the ground sideways, with a C-shaped bend.

Three old horses circled around the old Quentin's body three times, one of the old horses of the red maroon bent his neck, with his head on top of the old Quentin's corpse, so that his bent body straightened, keeping his face up, and then the three old horses let out a roar in unison, which was a signal to the nearby scavengers.

After the roar, the three old horses quickly turned around, galloped faster in the direction they came, and disappeared into the night in three or two clicks.

Similar to canines such as wolves and foxes, the sound of the meat pads on the soles of their feet stepping on the weeds began to sound gradually, at first the frequency was very slow, and the position was far away from the corpse of the old Quentin, and gradually as the sound of the hooves of the three old horses became weaker and weaker, the frequency of the small sound of the meat pads stepping on the weeds here began to accelerate, and about four to five hyena mouths with a strong smell of bad breath gradually approached the corpse of the old Quentin.

Hyenas, canines that are slightly smaller than wolves, like to live in groups, and unlike wolves, they also eat corpses, and no matter how strict the rotting ones are, even if they are crawling with maggots, they can eat them, and they will not get any diseases.

These animals are insidious and cautious, they are omnivorous, and they can earn a place to survive in the wasteland where all kinds of beasts are rampant, and these two things are tested.

Even though the human in front of them was dead, they cautiously approached, backwards and backwards, ready to flee at any moment.

After surrounding the corpse of the old Quentin and making several tentative moves, a hyena finally opened its mouth and bit the old Quentin's neck, which was a habit, even if the prey died, it was necessary to bite his throat first.

"Uhh、、、、hh

After a gut-wrenching scream, the hyena's neck that pounced on the old Quentin's corpse bent to the other side in the greatest arc, and thick blood began to flow from its mouth and nostrils.

In an instant, the rest of the hyenas scattered and fled.

The hyena that pounced on the corpse of the old Quentin had a hand around his neck that was not too thick and had a blue hair like a dead man, yes, it was the old Quentin, the old Quentin was still closed at the moment, but the right hand was stretched out and strangled the unlucky hyena.

"Huh、、、、、 in this plane, you can't live in peace even if you die!"

Saying that, old Quentin actually sat up, and began to slap the grass clippings and feces on his body left and right, without even looking at the hyena he was still holding in his right hand, and with a slight wave, he threw it to the side, frightening the group of hyenas who were not giving up and watching from the sidelines and fled again, the difference is that this time it is estimated that they dare not come back.

"Your Lord!"

Thirteen cloaked figures suddenly appeared in front of Old Quentin like ghosts, kneeling down on one knee in unison, their heads hanging down respectfully.

"Wait a minute!"

Old Quentin didn't look at the thirteen figures, and waved his hand.

After speaking, his right hand stretched out to the spine of his back in an arc that was impossible for a human body to bend, and pulled out black rune-covered crystals like pulling nails. The rows of black crystals were inserted one by one along the gap between the old Quentin's spine, and the old Quentin pulled out a handful of black crystals from the groove of the ass to the back of his head.

At the moment when the last crystal on the back of the old Quentin's head was pulled out, the original blue complexion of the old Quentin's body quickly turned yellow and then white, and the wounds on his chest and thighs were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye、、、 and soon there was no scar.

Old Quentin's size began to rise little by little, his curved back began to straighten, because the shoulders that had become contracted by old age began to widen, and the small belly also quickly recovered, but the muscles in his chest began to bulge.

This series of changes also includes the face of old Quentin, his original obscene appearance, instantly unfolded, wrinkles disappeared one by one, caused by the beginning of the skin tightening, the hair color did not change, but became longer, a pale blonde shawl hair almost hung down to the waist, with a knife and axe-like masculine appearance, it was even better than the first beautiful man in the wasteland - the prince from Loulai.

At this moment, the old Quentin looks at the figure of twenty-four or five years old at most, and his appearance is about 30, and there is a bit of contempt and unruliness for the world in the masculinity.

The coarse linen on old Quentin's body has long been worn out, and at this moment, small holes or gaps are all over it, which is completely inconsistent with Old Quentin's knife-and-axe appearance.

"Your Excellency, this is your armor, and we have kept it for you!"

When Old Quentin quickly took off the tattered thick linen on his body, one of the thirteen black shadows stood up, took two steps, and came to Old Quentin with a set of black armor in his hand, knelt down again, lowered his head and raised the armor in his hand with both hands.

"Yes!" Warden, my old fellow!"

Old Quentin has always ignored the thirteen black shadows, knowing that when he saw this set of armor, his eyes only released a little brilliance, rubbed his hands, put the black armor on his body, breastplate, handguards, skirt armor, leggings, and finally put on a two-meter-long blood-red cloak under the service of the two black shadows、、、 (handsome!)

Old Quentin's armor is called "Warden", and after wearing, the left and right shoulders are a white horn, reaching into the sky, and on his chest is a pattern of a purgatory demon holding a long whip and whipping corpses.

After the old Quentin finished dressing, he took out a scroll from his bosom without a trace of hesitation, opened it with his left hand, and threw it out with his right hand.

Rub 、、、 hum、、、、

Two sounds of space-time turbulence rubbing against air sounded、、、

A door appeared in front of the old Quentin, two meters high and one meter wide, this is a portal, a blood-red portal, opposite them is a black and red world, full of sulfur, magma and volcanoes.

Old Quentin put his helmet on his head with great aura, and once again took out two things from his bosom, both of which were cigarette sticks, one was made of pure gold, which spit fire for the dragon, and the other was made of crystal. It was all sent by Hannibal to accompany the burial and put the old Quentin's body together, the old Quentin pinched the two smoking guns, bit his lip and said, "I'm done with the money that should be returned!"

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As he spoke, old Quentin stepped into the portal.

The first volume of "The Barbarians" "A Nation on Horseback" ends, and the second volume of the more hilarious and bloody epic chapter - "Abandoned Heights" begins、、、、、、

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