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CHAPTER XIX

When a group of people who looked a little "regular" appeared in front of the wilderness, Char's big grinning expression finally became a little serious.

He kicked the pitiful jīng of the captive to the ground, and then knocked the pitiful worm down, staring straight ahead.

Compared to the beggars I met before, these guys who are now blocking the front are obviously a little less sloppy in terms of dress.

There were about a dozen of them, and they were a little stronger than the beggars they had encountered before - and only a little. It's the same green skin, but at least some of the equipment on it looks like it. The dirty leather armor hadn't been clear for I don't know how long, it was stained with dirty dirt and something suspiciously red and white—but at least it was barely "armor".

Moreover, they all had weapons in their hands, though they were still ridiculously rudimentary by human standards: a few short spears, with the bones of wild beasts as hilts, and the tips of spears were sharp pieces of iron. There were also a few rusty blunt knives, and I don't know if they were dug out of some grave. One of them, the tallest, even had a shield, though it was about the size of a human washbasin, and it was nothing more than a piece of rotten wood covered with animal skin.

But at least, these jīng are organized.

The poor worm immediately became worried. Because if you add this group of regular troops, then counting the wanderers who followed behind, the number of jīng around them has exceeded seventy or eighty.

So much jīng, if you rush up......

But soon, to the surprise of the poor worm, something happened!

This group of regular soldiers, Di Jīng, did not directly attack Char and the poor worm, they went around from the side, opened their teeth and claws, waved the weapons in their hands, and chased those wanderers to be beaten, and those wanderers screamed and cried.

The wanderers seemed to be terrified of the regular army, and almost crushed at the touch of a button. Looking at their fellow human beings who had been beaten and bleeding from their heads, these jīng warriors laughed triumphantly, and some even let out an excited "Oak" cry at the fleeing enemy in the distance. There are two more daring ones, taking off their pants and happily patting their butts in the distant rout.

"There's an old saying in the wildfire plains: the jīng are a race that will never learn to 'unite.' Char muttered, "There are as many tribes as there are in the wildfire field, the population of the big ones is thousands, and the small ones are hundreds and ten. With so many tribes and a staggering total population, if they were united, even the dwarves in the wildfire would not dare to bully them easily. But historically, these jīng have never been united, and it seems that for jīng, the fun of bullying one's own kind far outweighs everything. ”

The Jīng warriors drove away the wanderers, and instead of attacking Char and the poor worm, they separated two people and rushed back, while the rest of the Jīng took the place of the wanderers' horns, hanging from a distance around the two of them.

Char still walked forward with the poor worm, and still did not let go of the poor captive, and after a few kicks, the guy rolled forward helplessly and got up.

Sure enough, seeing a fellow soldier being abused, those local warriors did not show the slightest hatred or even a trace of pity, and instead pointed at the guy and laughed.

There were more than a dozen Jīng warriors, and the number was much smaller than the previous wanderers, but the poor worm felt Char's reaction become much more serious.

Because the momentum shown by these warriors was far superior to those wanderers before them. At the very least, the previous wanderers were nothing more than a pack of earth dogs, following from a distance, barking once in a while. But now these jīng warriors are more like a group of wild wolves, and while barking, they also dare to show their fangs.

The first test came in the afternoon.

The two Jīng warriors who had run back earlier were probably on their way to report the news, and they brought more companions with them.

Watching as seventy or eighty Dijīng warriors came from the front, they even barely managed to keep in line...... Well, the rigor of such a queue is barely comparable to that of a human hooligan brawl.

Moreover, the courage of these jīng warriors was stimulated by the number of them, and for the first time, they raised their weapons, clearly blocking the path of Char and the poor worm.

The jīng screamed, very excited, Okeok's cries came and went, Char let go of the poor worm, and then kicked the captive, who saw so many jīng warriors gathered together, he was already frightened and his legs were weak, and he threw himself on the ground with his hands on his head, and pouted his ass high, shivering.

The jīngs continued to press, and when the distance between the two sides was only a dozen steps, they survived, and one of them was pushed out, standing at a safe distance and yelling at Char.

"Ok!Human, Territorial, Territorial, Deadbase!"

This person shouted on both sides, timidly glanced at the battle axe in front of Char, and then quickly retreated, retreating into the queue of his companions, and only then did he become bolder.

"What does it say?" asked the poor worm.

"It says that it is not good for humans to break into the territory of the earth. Char grinned, "Dead base means it's not good." The language of the jīng is very simple, and a word often sums up many meanings. ”

Indeed, the poor worm was suddenly. When Char's foot was broken by Char, the captive shouted for Oak on the one hand and Death Ki on the other.

For it, the foot is "broken", and the broken can also be replaced by "bad", which is the "dead base".

After Char finished explaining, he walked forward alone with an axe. Those people immediately raised their weapons in fear and shouted at Char.

A scene that surprised the poor worm happened......

Char walked in front of the earth, stuck the axe on the ground under his feet, coughed twice, and spoke in a bright voice:

"Oak!I, the mainland, the strongest, slay the dragon, the earth jīng, don't kill!" After speaking, he actually turned around, slapped his ass at the group of earth jīng, and turned his face to make a look of disdain.

Even the poor worm understood this...... This turtle actually brags about this kind of cowhide?

I am the strongest dragon slayer in the mainland, and I don't care to kill you guys...... Oak means "fuck" here.

When Char said the second sentence, he turned and pointed behind him, and first pointed to the captive jīng: "Suosuo!"

He pointed to the burden that was piled up like a hill: "Suosuo!!"

Finally, he pointed to the poor worm: "Suo Suo!!"

Although Char looked at those places: "I, Suosuo!Forky!Walker!Dijīng, don't kill!Oak!!"

The poor insect couldn't understand this sentence at all, but she was shocked in her heart: This turtle can actually speak jīng language?!

The jīng actually fell silent immediately, and the tallest of the guys, who seemed to be the bosses, squinted at the poor worm and the captive behind them for a while, then at the baggage, and finally they talked about it.

Char was a little impatient, and pointed at the jīng captive and shouted, "Suosuo!

The jīng shook their heads.

Char pointed to the pile of baggage again: "Suosuo!"

The jīng still shook their heads.

Finally, he pointed at the poor worm: "Suosuo!"

The jīng hesitated for a moment, looked at the poor worm carefully, but after a while, shook their heads again.

Char seemed disappointed, picked up the axe, turned around and walked back.

Walking back to the poor worm's side, the poor worm immediately asked with concern, "What did you say to them?

Char glanced at the poor worm and seemed to be a little dissatisfied: "It will be a little, hum......"

"What do you mean?" asked the poor creature "You just pointed at us and shouted at Suo......"

"Suoso means booty, prisoners, gold coins, cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, animals, weapons and equipment, and goods...... Everything that is captured can be called a soso. Char replied.

The poor insect's face was a little ugly: "Where's the fork?"

"Swap!" Char snorted, "Walker means walking, what I just said is to exchange my loot for them and let me walk through their territory." Alas...... It's a pity that they actually dislike the loot too much and refuse to agree...... Look at it, even the ground jīng doesn't want you to be ugly. ”

After speaking, he actually sighed regretfully.

The poor worm was stunned for a moment, and then she completely broke out!

"What!! you actually want to exchange me for the ground jīng!!!!!!"

She jumped up, ignoring the injury on her leg, and threw herself at Char with a fist, and Char pressed her to the ground with a light slap, disdainfully: "What is your name!"

The poor insect was so angry that she cried out, she knew that she couldn't beat this turtle, so she slapped her hands on the ground hard, and cried like tears.

This bastard! Turtle! Hillbilly! Blind!!

When she was at home, everyone regarded the poor insect as a treasure in her palm, and she was afraid of falling in her hands, and she was afraid of melting in her mouth, and those men who loved her treated her as a peerless treasure...... This turtle, even if he beats and scolds himself, he actually casually wants to sell himself to a group of people?!

And...... And the most infuriating thing is that he also complained that he didn't sell at a good price!!

"Kill me!" the poor worm closed his eyes with a backbone: "I don't want to be sold to those people by you if I die!"

"Idiot. Char laughed angrily: "Are you an idiot? I naturally won't really sell you, but I'm just trying to test these guys." ”

He squatted down and said in a low voice: "I deliberately put a set of their bottom lines! Look at how much strength these tribes have! If it is an ordinary small tribe, then the price I offer is enough for them to agree, after all, except for myself, all the belongings I carry with me have been given to them, and my packing is also very rich." Even if you and the head jīng are not worth a few dollars, the wolf skin on this burden, as well as the metal, are all good things that are very popular with the jīng. If it was a small tribe, it would have happily agreed. But now they don't agree, which means that their tribe is still quite large, with some strength, and they don't take this wealth in their eyes. ”

The poor creature burst into tears and laughed: "You, are you really just tempting?"

Char nodded, looked into the poor worm's eyes, and replied with sincerity: "Of course......! How could I be willing to sell you!"

These words immediately made the poor worm feel a lot better, but Char's next sentence made the poor worm roll his eyes in anger again.

"I'll have to go find that dragon! Good bait is not easy to find, although this jīng is not bad, but the jīng is too slow and ugly, maybe the dragon doesn't like to eat it. So, to be fair, you're still a little better than the ground jīng!"

The poor worm has lived up to this day, and has heard countless sweet words of flattery and praise, some of whom praise her for her appearance that is more charming than that of the moon goddess, some praise her beauty for the roses, and some compare her eyes to pearls and stars......

But no one had ever said such damned praise to her:

"You're better than the ground jīng......"

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