"Cheman, what are you going to do!"

Some of the tribal leaders seemed to have a premonition, and shouted fiercely.

Phew!

The sword stabbed into the chest of a tribal leader without hindrance, and blood splattered Qiman's body.

"Cheman! Do you dare to kill us? ”

Phew!

Cheman answered the question with action, and in the blink of an eye, killed another tribal leader.

The wooden house suddenly boiled, and the remaining leaders cursed and struggled one after another.

But Cheman remained unmoved, and continued to the next tribal leader.

"Wait! Cheman, I'm willing to surrender, I'm willing to surrender......"

Phew!

Cheman swung his sword again, like slaughtering a wild boar.

"You madman! You traitor! We have all surrendered! Why kill us! ”

Phew!

"The warriors of the Longbeard Tribe will repay me ......"

Phew!

……

The smell of blood permeated the enclosed wooden house, tumbling and mixing with the smell of feces and urine flowing out of fear, creating a smell that was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

It's like a slaughterhouse.

"The Butcher" Cheman's body was already covered with a thick layer of blood, like a bright red armor, which was formidable.

As one tribal leader after another was killed, the cabin fell silent.

Only the last one remained, the patriarch of the Blueskins and the uncle of Cheman, Linya.

Lynia was silent at this point, and there was no anger or fear on her face.

He looked at his nephew standing in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Tell me, why?"

Cheman, who had been silent, finally spoke.

The voice was hoarse like a rusty sword:

"For the future of the savages."

"The future of savages?" Linia, who was already dead, suddenly became angry again, "You are killing the future of the savages with your own hands!" ”

Cheman shook his head slowly:

"No, you're the ones who stand in the way of the wildlings."

Linia was stunned for a moment when she heard such ridiculous remarks.

Cheman continued unhurriedly:

"We savages are also descendants of our ancestors and Andals, and there is not much essential difference between us and the Hewan people. But thousands of years have passed, and the Hewan people have built hundreds of castles, fed tens of millions of people, and raised countless powerful armies. But what about us savages?

We have been in the company of wild beasts, in the company of ignorance, divided into hundreds of tribes, large and small, fighting each other for a ridiculous territory and prey, but after fighting for so long, what have we fought for?

Don't you just dare to hide in the Crimson Mountains? Occasionally go out to the mountains to plunder, and see the regular army of the Hewan people can only flee from the wind?

Tell me, uncle, what if I join you this time to drive the Hewan people out of the Crimson Mountains?

We will still return to the previous state, mired in barbarism, ignorance, and backwardness. ”

Linia scoffed:

"Could it be that you can change the future of the savages by being a dog for the Riverwanes?"

Cheman didn't care about the insult in his uncle's words, and still responded in a flat tone:

"At the very least, this is the best chance to break down the barriers between the tribes and unite all the wildlings of the Crimson Mountains."

"Even so, the future 'Savage King' will be the Riverbend noble, and you are just a mad dog under him!"

"As long as the savages can break free from the quagmire of savage ignorance, what if I am a mad dog?"

Linia was silent.

At the end of his life, he seems to finally understand his nephew.

Of course, understanding does not mean forgiveness.

Linia couldn't forgive Cheman for what he had done, but now he knew he couldn't stop his nephew.

He didn't know if what Cheman had done would lead the wildlings into a glorious future, or into an even more desperate abyss.

But Lynia suddenly felt that maybe it was time to give the Wildlings a different leader.

"Don't be a mad dog." Linia suppressed the hatred and anger in her heart and became serious, "It was the Riverbend people who asked you to kill us, right?" If you kill us, you will reap the hatred of thirteen tribesmen. In the future, the more people you kill, the more blood stains will accumulate on your body, until you are the enemy of the whole world. So, Cheman, control your desire to kill! Otherwise, before the savages have a bright future, you yourself have already fallen into the abyss. ”

Cheman tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face was a little weird:

"I'm already in the abyss, uncle."

"It's not too late." Linia persuaded, "The Crimson Mountains are still very large, it's too late for you to stop now, the future of the Savages needs you." ”

Cheman shook his head: "It's late, I'm a murderer, and I have no future." ”

Linia was stunned for a moment, then thought of her brother-in-law's death, and her face suddenly changed:

"You killed your own father?!"

"And brothers." Cheman stepped forward, the blood-red sword in his hand piercing Lynia's chest, "Now there's another uncle. ”

Liña roared, and blood continued to pour out of his mouth, but there was not much hatred in his eyes, but a look of great regret:

"You...... Why do you ...... To do this ...... Things that are rejected by the gods......"

Cheman looked at his uncle who was wheezing in pain expressionlessly, and said lightly:

"I have also prayed to the gods devoutly, but I have never received an answer. So, I decided to dedicate my soul to the devil. ”

Linia seemed to be struggling to say something, but his shattered heart was no longer able to support the body, and he spat out the last mouthful of blue blood, and he finally tilted his head and stopped moving.

Cheman stared at his uncle's corpse for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the shouting outside the house had completely subsided that he turned and walked to the door and opened the locked wooden door.

Whew-

The cool night breeze greeted him, but it failed to blow Cheman's hair, which was already covered in clotted blood scabs.

"Cheman, where's Lord Linya?"

"And what about our longbeard tribal chief?"

"And our patriarch, now that the battle is over and we have surrendered, you can release them, right?"

……

Faced with the questioning of the captured savages, Cheman remained silent.

It wasn't until everyone saw that Qiman was covered with blood that they changed color, scolded loudly, and some even rushed up to fight Qiman.

The soldiers hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, and even killed a few of the most ferocious ones before nipping this captive riot in the bud.

At this time, Samwell happened to be surrounded by soldiers and walked into the camp.

The savage captives also gradually quieted down, and set their eyes on the riverbend nobleman who was about to decide their fate.

Samwell first glanced at Cheman from afar, then a warm smile appeared on his face, and in the expectant or fearful gazes of the savage captives, he said aloud:

"Whoever is willing to surrender, I will forgive you for your capital crimes!"

The captives were silent for a moment, and then burst into cheers:

"Thank you, merciful lord!"

"We are willing to surrender!"

"We are willing to serve!"

……

Cheman looked at Samwell, who was cheered and embraced by everyone, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Illuminated by the orange firelight, the young riverbend nobleman seemed to radiate a divine light.

And he could only stand alone in a cold corner, exuding an aura of disgust.

Cheman chuckled, shook his head, and then jerked his right hand on his chest, and said loudly:

"Loyalty, to the greatest Caesar!"

"The greatest Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

……

The sound of cheers rose higher and higher, sweeping through the mountains and forests like a violent wind.