Squatting outside the city gates, Cybertron really didn't know what to do today. At the beginning, I just thought that I must not have a little barbarian with a female wild son again, otherwise my life as a traverser would be in vain. I am only sixteen this year, and I still plan to run into the future, I don't have the noble sentiments of developing the Great Northwest of the Other World, and I don't plan to be a barbarian screw or something for the sake of the feudal society of the Other World.

However, with his enthusiasm and the momentum of the newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, Cyber fled all the way south to the [civilized] world...... It's not very civilized to find out. Some of the feelings of Sister Feng, who finally ran to the United States, found that she still had to honestly shine shoes to live, no different from China, not to say that she ran to the civilized world and dragged herself like 2580,000, and those who should struggle by themselves have to struggle by themselves-

As a result, he was struggled in an instant - after all, the city gate official also had to support his family, and if he didn't eat and take a card, it didn't seem to be in line with his status, and subsidized his family or something. As a foreigner, he is exactly the goal of the city gate officials - the wool comes out of the sheep. As a result, there was really nothing on me.

Sitting on the side of the gravel road a hundred meters away from the city gate, Cybertron sighed - how can it be like being picked up by pickpockets just after getting off the train in ......the other world? Kind of that.

Just when he didn't know what to do, he felt like he was being targeted.

Although the barbarian is a barbarian, he must have something special to make a name for himself in such a world of high martial arts and demons with his own flesh. Although they are barbarians, the Bourkeso people are different, they are born experts in counter-reconnaissance. It seems that there are beast-like genes in the blood - no, it should be said that it is more sensitive than the beast!

When I looked up suddenly, I saw that it was about 100 meters away. Cybertron immediately locked onto a man, and with the keen eyes of a beast, he could see the man a hundred meters away clearly. After all, in the jungle, the barbarians must be able to clearly see where the prey is and what direction the beast is attacking from (of course, most of the time the beast avoids them). Not to mention standing on open ground?

On the contrary, the lord who was locked by Cybertron was stunned for a moment, after all, he had just begun to observe Cybertron, and he only found that he was very special. I didn't expect the other party to feel it right away--what is this?

The Lord staring at Cybertron looked very different, about 1.8 meters tall. His face was flushed and shiny, and he was about thirty years old. It doesn't look like the hungry people who have eaten the last meal and don't have the next meal, or just two meals a day. And he looks very sensual, very post-medieval style. He wears a shabby but shiny plate armor on his body, and his lower body wears pants that resemble chain mail, which is also good for walking. The coat is a large coat that looks leather. It is...... Still can't get rid of the limitations of the times, in this face-conscious era, an exposed helmet is clipped under the armpit. The saber at his waist was visible...... This outfit is a mercenary, right?

In recent years, there have been more and more mercenaries, and there are regular mercenaries serving the country and the lord. This kind of basic belongs to the excellent scholars and became a national civil servant. The other kind of mercenaries call themselves adventurers, and some of them even call themselves braves, beating gongs and drums everywhere to take risks, and secretly robbing houses - this is considered to be going to the sea.

Although Cybertron didn't know, the armor on the first body in front of him was not engraved with a family crest or sigil, and the second ranger Sanyong didn't look like a national civil servant, but a solo adventurer or a private mercenary group.

The middle-aged man had only been slightly interested in Cybertron's sissy face, but now he was looking at Cybertron's sharp, beastly gaze - he was already trying to talk to Cybertron.

Walking straight ahead, the middle-aged man came to Cybertron's side. He pinned the long sword at his waist and half-crouched down.

"Hello...... Brothers. Listening to the accent, he doesn't seem to be a local, but Cybertron, a "barbarian", can't hear anything, so he doesn't care: "Looking at you just now, it seems that you want to enter the city?"

"Ah...... Oh, yes. Cybertron looked at people twice his age and called him brother, and based on the experience of his previous life, he knew that the other party must have a plan, or the rules of the rivers and lakes......?" I don't have a hukou, and I'm a foreigner, so I won't be allowed in. ”

As he spoke, Cyber lowered his head in frustration -- what should I do? I don't know the place well and can't even speak the local dialect, isn't this waiting to be hacked?

"Oh...... That's a tough one. Touching the three locks of beard on his chin, the middle-aged man began to plan how to use Cybertron. But it shouldn't be wrong to test the other party first. It is said that it is difficult to do, but in fact, middle-aged people know that this thing is very easy to do. Especially since his identity often deals with the [guilds] and [big families] in the city, it is no problem to send a black household in. It's just that this black household seems to be very useful - at the very least, this gentleman is good-looking, whether it is a man or a woman, he can make a fortune by selling it to the Bada Hutong.

"It's not impossible, though. ”

"Oh?" said Cybertron seemed to be singing - although he said that he was afraid of being hacked, but if he didn't have contact with the outside world at all, he would be autistic. So knowing that you have been deceived, you have to see how the other party deceived you: "What do you call it, big brother?"

"I? hahahaha—you asked. The foreigner from the other world is also very heroic and outgoing, and immediately unceremoniously put a high hat on himself: "I am a descendant of the great warrior Marand, you can call me Little Marand, the leader of the Marand mercenary group." ”

With a mouthful of repetitive proper nouns, little Marander, who was in his thirties, asked, "Where are you from?" ”

"......" Cyber almost sang a sentence "Like a butterfly flying into my window", and after steady, he replied truthfully: "I'm from the north." ”

"Oh? huh...... You're from Suglan?"

"No, I'm from Ellan Island. Saibo pointed to the northwest and said.

"Oh...... The living environment is not very good. Pouting, Marland said in his heart that this could be tied up - home is far enough. And Marand stared at Cybertron for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the other party was exquisite, and he belonged to the kind of boy who was good-looking. Not to mention that the lights are turned off, even if the lights are on, it doesn't matter if it's the best!" "Erlan, I've been there a few times, but it's just an escort mission, where the barbarians are really powerful......"

"Oh, thanks. ”

I don't know why Cybertron wants to thank him, maybe the other party thinks he is praising his survivability. Marand asked, "What's your name, what do you do?" and maybe I can help you find a job in the city. ”

Cyber said frankly that he had nothing to do, and that he was either a traitor or a thief! Where are so many good people? Even if he has himself, he can't touch it! Not to mention that he has lived in the forest for sixteen years, and the blood of the Bourkeso people on his body tells him that the bastard in front of him is setting a trap.

"I—my name is Cybertron, Hell Roars, Bourkeso—you can call me Cyber, my name means Warrior," Cybertron stood up, his right hand on his chest, and said his name in righteous words.

"Oh, it's Cybertron, what a name...... Wait?" Suddenly, Marander, who had been mixing in the mercenary world since he was a child, was stunned for a moment. The face that was still smiling just now immediately fell: "You say...... Do you have a surname?

"Bourkeso. "In these years, all the people with surnames are Niu 13 characters, and the so-called "descendant of the great warrior" in front of him, Marander, is a guy who doesn't even have a surname. And what about Cyber, with a name, a surname, and a clan of his own: "I am the son of the great warrior Arsen, the descendant of the Immortal King, the clansmen of the Roaring Clan of Hell, the people of Bourkeso." ”

“...... Do you say it again, old man?" asked Marland, his face sinking like water.

Cybertron said it again.

“...... Oh, nice to meet you, goodbye. ”

I really don't know how to lift. Marand pursed his lips, and said in his heart that the other party was really shameless enough, saying that he was not good, but that he was a Bourkeso? If you are really a Bourkeso man, Lao Tzu eats three catties and brings a live broadcast! Do you have the virtue of you? You have to be two meters away, right? You have to have a hundred kilograms of weight, right? You have to see how good your muscles are, right? What do you say? You look like a sissy, and you still mention ...... to me.

Marand raised his leg and was about to leave, but he still stopped his steps.

Because he noticed that a cloth bag that he had been carrying behind Cyber's body suddenly fell off, and there was a metal sound on the ground with a bang. Directly smashed a small hole in the stone road on the ground.

“......？？”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Cybertron immediately pretended to be pure, and he deliberately let the cloth bag behind him fall. Actually, it's nothing, not even a change of clothes, only the guy who eats by himself.

Two two-handed swords, not heavy, one two hundred pounds. It's not long, it's almost as tall as Cybertron. Such a heavy thing fell to the ground and smashed a hole, but it turned out that Cybertron didn't show any tiredness or weight when he was carrying it. On the contrary, he simply took out the two long swords lightly and no longer wrapped them in tarpaulin.

He could see that even if he didn't want to cause trouble, he had a lot of things coming to the door! The man in front of him named Marand was also polite, probably considering that it was not good to be on the edge of the city gate. So, Cybertron no longer hides it.

Two two-handed greatswords were behind his back, and he took off his shirt. It was early winter, and the temperature had dropped to around freezing. Cybertron, however, didn't care—he had found him to be very frost-resistant since he became a barbarian! Revealing the Bulkeso tribal battle flag tattooed on the front of his chest -- he was stabbed when he was a child just a few days after he was born, and it was a pain!

Although it's said that it's a little bit more absorbed, but the character is very tenacious. Cybertron put on his shoulders the only two Sea Dragon Tooth Shoulder Guards he was carrying--this was the equipment he hacked his father and mother, and he had been beaten alive for 16 years, and he was sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth to leave without taking anything! The problem was that his father wore it like a shoulder pad, and he wore it like a shoulder pad.

"You ......" Marland's eyes were about to fall, "you, you...... Are you really a Bourkeso? You ...... Can you show me the weapon?"

“...... Over my dead body. Cybertron unceremoniously rebuffed.

"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry it's really a disidentity topic, I apologize. Seeing that Cybertron's face was quite normal, Marand quickly bowed his head and apologized - in fact, whether it was made of steel or not, you can see from the appearance that the texture is different. At the same time, he saw with his own eyes that these two two-handed pieces smashed the stone road into two pits: "But, I really didn't expect it, Burkeso...... It's so ...... Exquisite?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with a word, trying not to stimulate the other party's nerves.

"Ah, that's right, I'm a first-class cripple in our tribe. ”

“...... It's funny, ahhhaha......" Marand skimmed his mustache, and immediately changed his plans. He decided not to sell the other party to Bada Hutong for the time being, and then he would talk about it first! The number of onlookers around him also became more, after all, there was a boy who looked like a beautiful woman with a bare upper body. Although in this year there is not even a p in the barbarian tribes, but in the civilized world...... As we all know, the civilized world is not civilized at all, and things that are quite clean can be understood by people with evil hearts.

"You want to go into town......? We must meet in the light of the Light. The grace of fate - come, come, follow me, I will take you into the city-"

Marander, who was about to leave just now, immediately became enthusiastic, the so-called no profit is too early, he took Cyber's hand and was about to go to the city.

By the way, he also sneaked a touch of the two two-handed swords that Saibo was carrying on his shoulders behind his body - sure enough, they were genuine!

"Oh, thank you, kind stranger. Cybertron was also happy to pretend to be a barbarian, and deliberately made his voice hoarse during the voice change period, which was the reason for his hoarse voice for the rest of his life—at this moment, he shook his head and said, "But I can't accept your kindness for no reason, and the people of Bourkeso never owe debts." ”

“...... What are you going to do if you don't go into town?"

"I've heard that there aren't a lot of wild prey around here, so I'm going to go to the valley to see if there are any bears that can bully and eat them!"

"Bullying...... All right. "After all, it is the brains of the barbarians, Marand said to himself, that the other party is indeed lacking in tendons—but such people are best deceived: "But you have come outside the city, if you really want to repay me...... Aren't you from Bourkeso?"

"Of course. ”

"Then help me hunt or something, you'll always hunt, right?"

"Don't worry, our people must be able to hunt giant wolves alone when they are eight years old, this is simple. "Cybertron tries to present himself as a brute with an IQ of no more than thirty.