"The hosts! Let Taiji kill them for you! ”

These fools do not deserve the mercy and mercy of their masters.

Tai Ji clenched the scimitar in his arms, revealing a more ferocious expression than those Yongren beside him.

All it took was Han Shao's indicative glance, and he would rush forward and completely tear apart these former clansmen in front of him.

It's just that Han Shao doesn't seem to be ready to give him this opportunity.

The old man of the beggar clan didn't want to give him this opportunity.

So he quickly got up from the ground and slapped the boy hard with his only remaining arm.

He cried out in brute language.

"Idiot! Are you going to kill everyone? ”

In the face of his shouting and scolding, the barbarian boy stiffened his neck and scolded angrily.

"The young patriarch is really right! You're a cripple! Old trash! ”

"If you want to fall, you will fall! I beg for Buller, a child of eternal heaven! Khan's most loyal warrior! Will never surrender! ”

looked at the old and the young in front of him, hissing and arguing.

Although Han Shao still couldn't understand what they were saying.

But people's bodies and emotions can replace language to a large extent.

This made Han Shao feel very interesting.

This person, when he is older, he thinks a lot.

On the contrary, there is no young person pure.

Han Shao admired the backbone and pride of the alien boy in front of him.

So in order to respect this backbone, fulfill each other.

He nodded at the old man of the beggar tribe and gestured.

"Kill him."

Hearing Han Shao's unhurried and indifferent tone, the old man of the Qiyan clan, who was arguing with the young man, stiffened.

A huge sense of powerlessness was born from his heart.

But what about him?

With one arm outstretched, the scimitar that had just been thrown to the ground reappeared in his hand.

The next moment.

The fierce sword flashed suddenly.

The young man named Qiyan Bole had a flash of surprise in his originally angry eyes.

Maybe he didn't expect until he died that it wasn't those southern dogs who killed him in the end.

But...... Since the family is old.

It's just that before he died, he still tried to freeze a mocking smile on his face.

As if to mock some cowards forever and ever.

……

The young man's hot blood splashed on the face of a young man of the same race beside him.

At the moment when his eyes were bloody, he only felt that his eyes were red.

And when the strong smell of blood spread to his mouth, he finally vomited without holding back a wow.

And when he vomited, it was as if some kind of chain reaction had been started.

Soon, many of his fellow clansmen vomited.

They who once thought they were brave and even fantasized about following the Khan south to kill all those southern dogs, trembling all over.

The first time I found out that it was murder, it was such a terrible thing.

And it is so easy for a person to want to die.

It's so easy that the knife flashes, and a life is gone.

Even if this person was still galloping with him in the morning!

Even if this person was still bragging to himself yesterday about what if he went to the battlefield in the future......

At this moment, a teenager vomited and cried.

Han Shao on the side smiled.

Suddenly, the famous sentence that Li Er said couldn't be more incisive.

'Diyi, beasts, fear of power but not virtue. ’

The exchange of words is useless for them.

Only with the knife in your hand, kill!

Kill until they know to be afraid!

When they saw the armor on their bodies, they were afraid! Just be timid!

At this time, if you don't kill him.

On the contrary, he will feel your kindness and mercy, and be grateful to you!

It's like these beggar teenagers in front of them, not to mention their parents and grandparents, how many blood debts have been created over the years of going south.

Speaking of themselves alone, if Han Shao didn't kill them today.

Maybe in a few years, they will be the ones who will step on the war horse and wield a scimitar, laugh wildly and go south to loot and slaughter wildly!

So just when the old man of the beggar tribe was still immersed in grief.

The horse whip in Han Shao's hand pointed at those beggar youths, and the voice with endless cruelty in the coldness sounded again.

"It's too much."

"Only half of it."

The wind was cold and bitterly cold.

But it still can't resist the chill behind the old man of the Qiyan clan.

It's just that he didn't feel the slightest surprise or anger at this.

After all, once upon a time, they were slaughtering other tribes, or when they were heading south......

The things they did were even more brutal than that.

Just like the northbound monk from Dayong said.

There is a cause and an effect in this world.

Today's cause, his daily fruit, is just a reincarnation.

With such a sigh, the old man of the Qiyan clan staggered down, and his cloudy gaze swept over the young faces in front of him.

Don't blame me, kids.

Just keep the next fire for our beggar department.

There is still hope for everything.

'Yes, there will be hope......

Like some legends that have been circulating in the steppe.

After the tragedy of the annihilation of the clan, the hero will always be reborn after a cruel and painful struggle, and once again raise the banner of the ancient tribe.

Achieve a new generation of grassland kings.

After reassuring himself like this, he quickly stood in front of a teenager.

"Ah...... Grandpa......"

The boy's eyes were filled with unbelievable horror.

What is Grandpa going to do?

Is he crazy?

I'm your own grandson!

The young man wanted to say something, but the terrifying sword light had already been ruthlessly slashed.

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame, you still don't have enough talent......"

When faced with a desperate choice, only the best spark deserves to survive.

It is clear that his grandson cannot afford such a heavy future.

So death, perhaps, for him, is a relief.

The old man of the beggar clan closed his eyes slightly, trying to restrain the grief in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, the cloudy old eyes were only a cold and ruthless look.

At this moment, he was actually happy in his heart.

Fortunately, the young Yong will give himself this opportunity to eliminate and choose.

Since this is the case, he naturally wants to take advantage of this opportunity.

So the next moment, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the teenagers in front of him.

Blood!

Cry!

Those teenagers still didn't understand why they were still regarded as the last hope of the clan elders a moment ago.

At this time, he raised the butcher knife in his hand towards the descendants of their clan!

However, fortunately, the strength of the Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly Gate Realm is strong.

Although the clan elder is old, his sword is still fast for these teenagers.

A short moment later, the mad figure had stopped.

The long knife is dripping blood, and the heart of the old beggar clan is also dripping blood.

Those teenagers who were not talented enough had already been slaughtered by his own hands.

But...... Inadequate!

It's not close!

The old beggar clan's eyes were painful and tormented, because each of the remaining little guys was very talented.

If it weren't for today's sudden catastrophe.

Just give them a little time, they should have become beggars...... And even the eagle of the whole steppe!

It's a pity that they don't have time, and the beggar department doesn't have time......

After several painful struggles, the old man of the Qiyan clan finally walked up to a young man again and asked in a harmonious voice.

"Child, would you like to be a slave?"

The young man looked at the familiar but unfamiliar old figure in front of him, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

But after catching a glimpse of the corpse of his former friend in the place next to him, an unprecedented courage swelled up in his heart along with anger.

tui~!

The old man of the Qiyan clan did not dodge or dodge, and took it alive, and said with a relieved face.

"It's my good son on the prairie!"

Then the knife in his hand slashed again.

The blood of the young people is swayed on the grass where their ancestors lived.

It's like a fiery red sarilang blooming in summer.

The old man of the Qiyan clan carefully avoided the blush on the ground, walked in front of the next boy again, and repeated.

"Child, would you like to be a slave?"

When the young man heard this, he looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at the cold scimitar in the hand of the clan elder, and finally strengthened his mind.

"I'm the Eagle of the Beggars!"

The old man of the Qiyan tribe burst into tears and said approvingly.

"Son, I'm proud of you."

After saying that, another knife cut off his head.

The young head rolled down, and the beggar tribe couldn't bear to look at it.

Turned to look at the boy next to him.

Only this time, before he could speak, the young man who was once again poured with blood fell to his knees.

"I do! Clan Elder! I'm willing to be a slave! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

Then, following the example of those slaves in the clan, he crawled quickly in the direction of Han Shao.

It seems that he is afraid that if he is a step too late, he will usher in the butcher's knife of the clan elder behind him.

And with the first, there is the second.

As the old gaze of the Qiyan clan slowly swept over the remaining teenagers, those teenagers quickly fell to their knees almost reflexively.

Then quickly followed the traces of the former, and quickly crawled in the direction of Han Shao.

While kowtowing desperately, he shouted in a jerky tone.

"The host ......"

Seeing this scene, the old men of the Qiyan clan thought that they would be pleased.

But in fact, at this time, his heart was suddenly a little dazed.

It was him, it was he who broke the wings of these future eaglets with his own hands.

Broke their spines.

Let them completely degenerate into dogs.

But is it really the right thing to do?

Such a child, no matter how talented he is, can he really support the future he wants?

He really didn't know.

So when Han Shao cast a satisfied look at him, he hurriedly squeezed out a flattering smile.

"Don't worry, general, the rest are good boys!"

"From now on, they will be the general's property! Will be the most obedient slave! ”

Hearing this, Han Shao shook his head and smiled, and then asked with interest.

"Do you think it's worth it?"

The old man of the Qiyan clan seemed to think hard, and finally determined the answer.

"It's good to live, to live."

said, not giving Han Shao a chance to continue talking.

With a snap of the scimitar in his hand, he completely cut off his old head.

was so decisive and ruthless, even Han Shao was slightly stunned.

It wasn't until the familiar system prompt sound came to my head that I came back to my senses.

"It's a character."

Han Shao smiled.

"Even if it's a little stupid......"

But maybe it's not stupid.

It's just that Han Shao doesn't understand this cold and cruel survival logic on the grassland.

Han Shao sighed slightly, and then stopped thinking about it.

Instead, he looked at the group of barbarian teenagers below with a playful expression.

In the line of sight, the figure of a man who was trying to sneak in with those barbarian teenagers, the broken and dirty fur on his body was obviously incompatible with those nobles of the beggar tribe.

"Is this a slave?"

Han Shao asked Tai Ji Dao beside him with some amusement.

When Tai Ji heard this, his expression was also a little strange, and he just wanted to nod in response.

But the figure that was quickly crawling into the midst of those beggars, after hearing this, first stiffened.

Then he gritted his teeth and said loudly.

"General! I'm a good slave! Slaves who are better than their shit! ”

Can you still speak Yong?

Han Shao was a little surprised, and asked casually.

"What's your name?"

The young slave who originally belonged to the Beggar Department responded loudly.

"Ahhkuta! Temua Bone Fight! ”

When Han Shao heard this, he glanced at him in a daze, and then glanced at Taiji, who was a little unknown beside him.

Finally, he twitched the corners of his mouth a little uncontrollably.

Boy!

I'm here to collect stamps on the grassland?

……