Any one was forced to wake up, but it was not to return to the secret world, and when he opened his eyes and looked at it, it was a strange scene again.

Fortunately, I was used to such fragmented memories before, and I didn't have much fear of such a new world, but I had a lot of curiosity.

This is already the third fragment segment:

As far as the eye can see, this is a very magical tribe. The men, women and children here seem to be still in the primitive stage, and they wear grass skirts, barely able to cover the focus of their bodies.

There are dazzling patterns on his face, and there are many tattoos on the exposed skin on his body, all of which are black and red.

At this time, they were gathering around a particularly large altar, and seemed to be reveling, sometimes singing, sometimes dancing, and their anger was unusually hot.

Their movements are very heroic, and their singing is also very rhythmic, and anyone who is infected by such an atmosphere can't help but think about it

And in the middle of the altar was tied a woman wearing a veil. Her dress was no different from any woman she had ever seen, all wrapped in light gauze robes.

However, with those primitive people who sing and dance, they are like an alien existence.

She seemed to be badly injured and kept her head down, unconscious.

After dark, the accompaniment of the big drums and xylophones, etc., suddenly stopped, and everything around was suffocatingly quiet.

A man who looked like a leader, wearing a crown with bird feathers on his head and a large scepter in his hand, strode up to the altar.

Everyone bowed down to the leader in unison, their movements so reverent, their attitudes humble to the dust.

This is a momentum that can confuse people, any one of them is a lively person, and at this time, he is infected by the environment, and he can't help but want to bow down to the leader.

At this moment, the leader suddenly looked at him, his eyes sharp like a hunting beast, and he woke him up at once.

"Whew...... This barbarian is so terrible?" either wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to move again.

The leader didn't really seem to see Any's existence, he turned his head casually, and said something to his people, in a strange language, and Either listened with his ears pricked up, but he didn't understand.

Every time the leader spoke, the people below raised their hands and cheered.

Such a fanatical declaration lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the woman on the altar could not help but be awakened by the uniform shouts of the people.

"Hmm~~~ Where am I?Who are you?What do you want to do?Let go of me!"

The woman's words can be understood by anyone, and when she sees this scene, she can't help but sweat for her.

The woman struggled desperately, and the rope that helped her looked like an ordinary straw rope, and she couldn't break free, and it was indescribably weird.

The chief's words were interrupted by the woman, and she simply stopped talking. He jumped down from the altar, and the scepter in his hand raised his arms, and a dozen strong laborers came up from the hula, and no one held a torch in his hand, and began to light a fire against the altar.

The altar was built on top of a pile of firewood, and soon a sky-high flame lit up the night sky as if it were day.

"Drink! Is this going to burn that woman to death? It's cruel. ”

Any looked at this scene in disbelief.

He didn't want to see a person die in front of him anyway, but he didn't plan to do anything either.

After so many experiences, he always felt that someone would suddenly fall from the sky and rescue the girl.

Sure enough, just as the flames were about to scorch the woman, a man flying with Edgeworth suddenly glided down from the sky and carried the woman away from the altar with a clean movement.

It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.

The leader shouted angrily, and the people around him were not to be outdone, and they took up torches and bamboo poles as weapons, and attacked the men in the sky.

The man is very mysterious, wearing a fluffy rabbit mask, looking a little cute, harmless to humans and animals.

This fight back is as ruthless as the cold winter wax moon, only to see countless broken ice as if they don't want money, overwhelmingly attacking the people in the tribe.

And the fish that slipped through the net, flying towards any of them, it was already an indiscriminate attack.

The other party can fly with a sword, and he can also bring a person, obviously this cultivation is already a few big cuts higher.

He couldn't dodge the lightning-fast blades, and he closed his eyes in fear as he watched them shoot towards his face.

There was a "poof" sound, and the pain did not hit as expected.

Ren opened his eyes in surprise and looked behind him, and there was a barbarian not far away, with two ice blades in the middle of his body, and he had already fallen to the ground, lifeless.

He couldn't help patting his chest in fear, "It turns out that I'm here, I'm a transparent person!"

Followed by countless puffs and puffs, these barbarians did not have the ability to fly to the sky, not only could they not beat the man who flew with the sword, but more than half of the men and horses on their side had been lost.

"Oh Karma~~~"

The leader shouted, and with a wave of his scepter, the people who had received the order immediately scattered and fled, lest they be completely destroyed by the man who flew with the sword.

This man really had this plan, as soon as his arm was raised, he continued to attack, and the woman in his arms seemed to be too seriously injured, and she fainted suddenly.

This accident had to stop his revenge, and he viciously threw out a large fireball, which completely exploded and ignited the tribe.

For a while, I don't know how many people died, and the sound of crying and howling was all around, and the barbarians were like headless flies scurrying around, and they were already in a mess.

At the beginning, he didn't have a good impression of these barbarians. Especially when they wanted to burn the women on the altar, Ren still cursed them in his heart, hoping that they would not die well.

This is really dead in front of him, and he only feels heavy in his heart.

The world is martial, and the monks are regent. Isn't it just that one day I can reach the pinnacle of that strength.

At this time, because of this kind of thing, most of the dead and injured are worth it or not?

Anyone who doesn't want to mess in and face the man who flies with Edgeworth, he's a weak scumbag.

After this man set a fire, no matter how many people suffered because of it, he took the unconscious woman and flew away like a gust of wind.

Ren shook his head helplessly, and planned to leave this strange mysterious tribe and return to the secret world.

It's just that he came inexplicably, and he was incompetent when he left.

He couldn't find a way to leave, swayed around, and witnessed many wounded barbarians, and people still stayed in this strange world.

"Strange, how did I get here, how do I get out?

He sat bored on a big tree and muttered to himself.