After only ten moves, Hannibal had no ability to parry, Canute began to hold his right hand behind his back, with a faint smile, holding a knife in his left hand, and kept playing Hannibal, for a while his body gently tilted to let Hannibal make all his efforts to split or stab, and then at the moment when Hannibal passed by himself, he hit Hannibal's elastic ass with the back of the knife, and for a while, while Hannibal was panting, he swung the scimitar into a fishnet-like tight afterimage, covering Hannibal, Hannibal could only retreat, trying his best to resist, despite this, he was scratched and scratched by Knut's worn-out scimitar in many places, are all minor injuries, every injury is just right, the kind that will condense by itself half a minute after the injury, Hannibal himself knows in his heart that this is still Cnut's mercy, he wants his life here easily,

Everyone outside the arena was no longer interested, and it turned out that Hannibal was a big step behind Canute in terms of skill, and they began to chat.

Hannibal believed that he had an absolute advantage in strength, and from the knife he had just slashed with one hand, Knut needed to raise his sword with both hands to resist, and it could be seen that all barbarians had an advantage in strength!

Hannibal wiped a wound on his cheek that had just been cut by Knut, but the problem now was that Hannibal couldn't even touch Knut's edge, and the old boy was as slippery as a fox covered in animal oil.

Canute was playing with it again, and his left and right hands began to rotate the scimitar alternately, and then swung it again so rapidly that it looked like Cnut was holding not a scimitar, but a fishing net with a faint metallic sheen.

Ahem, ahem, ahem

Canute kept tugging at the sand around his face and eyes, his expression pained.

Hannibal made another trick, this time when Canute swung his scimitar at himself again, Hannibal quickly pulled out his right foot that had been inserted into the sand, and lifted a large handful of dust to Knut's face, and at the same time lifted the scimitar in his hand upside down, and slashed at Knut's neck with the back of the knife.

However, just as Hannibal's back was about to slash into Cnut's neck, there was a sudden rise of dust in the field, and the wind was raging and spreading widely, and this time it was Hannibal's turn to open his eyes.

When the sand and wind stopped, everyone patted the dust on their bodies, rubbed their eyes, and saw that Hannibal had a scimitar behind his back, and it was Knut who held the scimitar, and he was clearly in the sand in one eye, blinking incessantly, and still holding tears. But there was a pale golden glow like sand.

The well-informed Stewart immediately saw that it was the light of the fighting spirit, but he didn't expect Cnut to be fighting spirit, you must know that there are less than five thousand martial artists in the entire continent, and each of them is a strong man.

"I lost!"

After saying that, Hannibal turned back to face Knut behind him, and one of his eyes was also in the sand, and he kept blinking.

Hannibal's eyes blinked rapidly, and he said with tears in his eyes, "What did you just use to suddenly increase your speed!?"

Knut's eyes blinked rapidly, and he said with tears in his eyes: "The unique 'sandstorm fighting spirit' of the desert country!

Hannibal's eyes blinked rapidly, and he said with tears in his eyes: "I'll give 100,000 gold coins to teach me!"

All the onlookers around looked at Hannibal Knut in the center of the field, face to face with each other, all squinted, blinked together and shed tears, and they all covered their mouths and snickered.

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Knut's eyes blinked rapidly, and he said with tears in his eyes: "You are stupid, everyone in the continent knows that although you barbarians and orcs are physically powerful, they cannot cultivate Dou Qi!"

Hannibal's eyes twinked rapidly, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Oh!

Then he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Damn, Xiao Qiao, quickly get a basin of water to wash my eyes, my face is about to cramp in the blink of an eye!"

Hearing this, Jobs quickly stood up and ran away.

"Two pots!"

This cry was from Cnut!

"Damn! What a shame, if my ancestors knew that I had been squinted in the sand by a barbarian under the age of 18, I would have cursed me to death!"

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Jobs brought two basins of water, and Hannibal and Knut pulled out more than a dozen small grains of sand from their eyes, and sat side by side on the ground with hot towels on their sore eyes.

"Admit to losing the bet!

Hannibal held a hot towel in his right hand, and threw a money bag the size of a human head to Canute with his left hand, Canute immediately smiled, quickly took it, opened it and counted them one by one, and Hannibal, who had been in contact with Knut for a while, knew that Knut did not believe in himself, but that he liked to count money, especially before going to bed every day, it was said that sleeping soundly, the effect was better than counting sheep,

Canute's money was still gone, and Jobs ran in a panic with his weapon: "Village chief! There are no less than 8,000 Anglos calling outside the door!

Hannibal quickly threw away the towel and jumped up: "What's wrong with them??!"

Jobs scratched his face: "They asked to eat first!"

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Hannibal wore animal skins and wrapped a hot towel on his left eye, and walked back and forth in this strange pile of 8,000 Anglos, these are more than 8,000 unshaved Anglo adult males, each about two meters tall, but thin, skinny, skinny, and covered with whip marks, I don't know how long he was hungry, anyway, after destroying about three tons of roasted corn and flour, each of them ate almost five catties of meat.

"Little man, we won't eat you for nothing, we Anglos have strength, what farm work do you have, we have it all!"

A down-and-out Anglo man smirked at Hannibal after stuffing two cow testicles into his mouth like eggs, his face already branded with the "S" symbol for slavery.

Hannibal smiled and didn't speak!

"You speak politely to our prince, otherwise I will 、、、、 with an axe"

As a diehard loyalist of Hannibal, Da Hang said that he was going to pull the axe from behind.

"Big hanging! Are you hanging big hanging? Why did you shave all your hair!"

Unexpectedly, this Anglo in distress suddenly jumped up and pointed at the big hanging and shouted excitedly, almost with tears in his eyes, ready to pounce!

Da Hang took a big step back, pulled out his heavy two-handed axe and pointed at the other party, and scolded angrily: "Who are you! It's true that I am Da Han, but I don't know you, don't recognize you!"

"Da Hang, I'm my cousin! Your cousin, Alexandre Dumas! Let me hug me, I haven't seen you for three years!"

The fallen Anglo paid no heed, and continued to pounce on the double-edged axe that came from the big hanging.

Da Hang was stunned for a moment, the double-edged axe in his hand fell to the ground, and he stepped forward and grabbed the other party's chin and shook it left and right: "Ah! What a cousin, you are as thin as a monkey standing upright, I really can't recognize it! Aren't you much warmer in the south than we are? Why are you like this?"

"****!

"Cousin, don't call me that!

That night, Hannibal understood, a group of about 30,000 slave catchers, into the scope of the big hanging cousin tribe, and then the rest of the things were simple, and Hannibal did the same thing as the goblins, the difference is that they did not leave the old and young women and children to farm, all of them had to be taken away and sold, this gang of slave hunters obviously underestimated the Anglos, they left only 1,000 people to guard the big hanging cousin and then marched to a nearby goblin tribe, as a result, the big hanging cousin they killed the guard, escaped.

"What about my cousin and my children?"

Alexandre Dumas (Cousin Dahang) hung his head: "It's still in the hands of those beasts!

"We heard that there is a very talkative barbarian prince near here, and I want to borrow some food and weapons, and take a rest to save our women and children!"

Dumas looked at Hannibal pitifully: "That, that, that prince, borrow us some weapons, and wait until we slaughter those beasts and give them back to you!"

Before Hannibal could reply, he jumped up violently: "That's easy! The prince has weapons in three warehouses!"

As he spoke, he took off the brand-new double-edged axe from behind his back and handed it to his cousin in a half-conspicuous manner: "This! Touch! Pure metal! See you for the first time in such a big piece, right?

Then he took off two daggers from his waist: "This! will never rust, the prince gave it!"

Then he took off the musket on his waist: "This! We captured it ourselves! No! The loot belongs to the prince, so it was also given by the prince!"

Alexandre Dumas was holding a large number of iron tools in his hands that he could never have in his life, and he couldn't slow down for a long time, knowing that there were more than 2,000 men, women, and children in their entire tribe to have ten iron pots and three copper axes!

Hannibal kicked him away with a kick in his big ass that was showing off excitedly: "I can lend you weapons, but I doubt that you 8,000 men will be able to take back your wives and children from the hands of the well-armed 30,000 slave hunters?

A sentence made Alexandre Dumas's head hang down again.

Hannibal: "Do you know which country or region the slave catcher belongs to?"

Alexandre Dumas touched his chin and recalled: "Each one has relatively white skin, medium height, it should not be a barbarian from the north, like from the west, and there is an old man with a wooden stick and a fireball!"

The muscles on Hannibal's face twitched, "That's called a magician!"

"That's even more impossible, even if it's just a junior magician, you might be able to kill a lot of you on the way to kill you!"

Saying that, Hannibal coaxed and shook the animal skin that he used as a cloak: "You don't understand war!"

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The Anglos are the simplest, most stubborn and most stubborn people, and they will go all the way to the black when they recognize one thing, but 8,000 tough guys have to choose to compromise for the sake of their wives and children.