It's night

"So, you mean, it's a goblin tribe that can make their own weapons, and even war behemoths?"

At night, in front of a huge bonfire in the village of Sisitre, the warriors of the tribe sat around the bonfire with the knights of the Iron Horse Cavalry, and the villagers of the nearby villages brought a large amount of wine and fish meat to the warriors who returned triumphantly.

In the rich aroma of wine and meat, the warriors played in front of the campfire, some danced, some chatted, and some brawled.

"Yes, but they're dead." Marin held the bowl in one hand and drank a whole bowl of fruit wine, then bit down on the leg of lamb in the other hand, "Now you don't have to worry about this problem, another day I will have someone patrol the entire territory again to see if there are any goblins that have slipped through the net." ”

The light of the campfire darkened Marin's face as he held a bowl of wine in one hand and nibbled on a leg of lamb in the other. Beside him was Pastopia, the head of the village of Sisitre.

At this moment, Marin was watching the gladiatorial battle between the two knights in the cavalry team, which was a very common entertainment activity in the cavalry team, and it was also a kind of combat training.

"Fuck, hit! Beat! Magrinus! Chop off his head! ”

In the center of the village of Sicitel, in front of a huge pillar-shaped bonfire that seemed to reach into the sky, two knights of the Knights of Marin were clad in thin clothes, one holding a scimitar in his hand, and the other was in a stalemate with his bare hands.

"Fuck, hit! What a daze! ”

"Klimas, quick! Smash his heart with your fist! Bomb him, bomb him!! ”

"Magrinus! Magrinus! Behead him! Behead him! ”

Of course, the people who were watching the duel were not only Marin, but also other members of the Order, as well as the villagers of Sisitel Village.

The dead Milo actually had observed the human civilization of this world from afar, and saw some of their daily lives.

It was the only observation he had of the world's human civilization before he attacked the village of Sicitl, but it was not the village of Sicitl that he observed, but the lord of the land, the 'superiors' of Baron Marin: the Katatar tribe.

It was a coming-of-age ceremony for the Katatl tribe in the Basbattoa Forest, and only a tribal boy who passed the rite of passage could be considered a qualified 'tribal warrior'.

This coming-of-age ceremony consists of three parts: sports, hunting, and finally a fight.

And it was precisely because of the mental impact that this observation brought to the dead Miro that he had the idea of attacking the village of Sisitre.

Because after that observation, in his opinion, this actual 'human' cannot be regarded as human at all, and even they do not necessarily possess higher intelligence.

As for the reason, it is also very simple, because the brawl between them cannot be regarded as a 'brawl' at all, but a slaughter and death fight full of blood and violence.

And not only because of the bloody battle, but also because of the terrible appearance of those people. Not all the tribesmen of the Great Dark Empire can be so lucky to enjoy Emperor Wuyun's super healing chamber to solve some of their congenital malformations, and such people are only a few after all.

Moreover, after the Earth Martial Arts began to prevail in this world, the tribesmen actually no longer needed to heal themselves with that thing.

They only need to cultivate the Earth Martial Dao, and when they cultivate to a certain level, they will be transformed.

And today, tonight, the image that Milo saw that day reappeared.

It's just that the two sides that staged this scene were what Milo considered to be 'humans', the same group of humans who destroyed his tribe.

The sword flickered, flesh and blood flew, and with a muffled snort, an arm flew high into the sky, and Knight Klimas took a few steps back, his right hand still clenched into a fist, but his left arm was gone.

'Click'.

With a slight sound of landing, one arm fell silently to the ground, and the fingers on the palm of the hand remained in a fist posture, twitching from time to time.

"Haha, Klimas is going to lose! It's a real dish, even newcomers who have just joined the group can't beat it! ”

When Cleymas had one of his arms cut off, the other knight who was watching the battle immediately laughed loudly, and Clemas, who heard the mockery, turned his head and glared at the other man, but the other laughed even louder.

"Haha, you're in a hurry, you're in a hurry?"

"Knight Klimas, is he going to lose?"

By the time the two knights were practicing, Marin had already finished a whole leg of mutton and drank three bowls of wine. He didn't like to drink, he drank fruit wine only because it was sweet, and he drank it purely as an alcoholic beverage.

Pastopia's voice sounded in her ears, and Marin turned her head to look at the other party, she was also holding a wine bowl in her hand, and her face was a little red from drinking some wine at this time.

"No, Magrinus is going to lose."

"Knight Klymas, he's broken......"

"You'll find out if you look at it."

Marin didn't explain, poured another bowl for himself, and poured another bowl for Pastopia, "Klimas has been in the group for twenty years, and Magrinus has only been in the group for three years, although it is said that he is a genius, but ......"

"Your Excellency, you don't need to look down on me like this, do you?"

The conversation between Marin and Pastopia was naturally overheard by Magrinus, who knew that it was very pertinent in the face of the regiment's comments.

But how to say it, it is indeed a very pertinent evaluation, but if you want to ask if you like it or not, it must be disliked.

"Fuck, you're still in the mood to listen to me, be careful of getting punched to death." Marin looked at Magrinus, who still had kung fu to talk to him, and said with a smile.

"I don't recognize ......"

"Poof!"

Before the words fell, with the sound of entering the flesh, Magrinus, who swung the scimitar forward in his hand, looked at Klimas in front of him with a look of disbelief, and stabbed the only remaining arm into his chest.

His scimitar, on the other hand, slashed deep into the opponent's neck, but it was stuck in the collarbone and could not be entered.

The saber that can cut through the reinforced concrete nearly two meters thick can naturally cut through the body of the opposite rider like cutting tofu, but for some reason, the saber is stuck like this, stuck in the opponent's collarbone, and loses all power.

Immediately, Klimas's hand was withdrawn from Magrinus's chest, and with a wave of one arm, the blood from his neck gushed out into the sky like a fountain, and a head rose to the sky, and then fell to the ground under the influence of gravity.

This was a common pastime in the cavalry, and the knights would hone their combat skills in a way that was indistinguishable from real combat.

(End of chapter)