Law of the Devil
Chapter 235 [Bloody Skull Flag] (Eight Thousand Words Done, Moon Ticket ~ ~)
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(Update today, 8,000 words)
Chapter 212 [Bloody Skull Flag]
When he saw the flame already sprayed in front of Dewey, he thought of it and quickly fell on his body. Then he felt the heat surge from the top of his head, and the blazing flame almost rubbed Dewey's scalp. Behind him, the old smoke and others shouted just now, and Dewey had already felt a dark shadow pounding rapidly against him as he felt a sore left shoulder and sharp teeth had pierced his skin.
There was a beast roaring in his ear, and Dewey felt his body had been picked up by something, and then flew into the farmhouse like that.
There was no light in the farmhouse, and Dewey was thrown on the floor, with a severe pain on her shoulder, before she looked up and saw it. In this small farmhouse, which was originally a place full of hay, one by one between the grass piles, a monster was lying in the middle.
The monster is very strange in shape, about a meter tall, but like a person upright, full body hair, short legs, arms over knees, like an ape, just under the arms ribs but hidden a layer of meat film, over the palm of the hand only three fingers, fingers like a duck palm connected to a layer of film, more like a puffin than a palm.
The monster stood between the grass piles, covered with long, fiery red hair, and looked at Dewey and said, "Jojo.” What's even scarier is that it opens its mouth and reveals a long gorilla-red tongue like a hanging ghost. It actually has a dense and numb flesh sting on its tongue. Each flesh sting is slightly curved. The length of the tongue is very scary. With its mouth open, the tip of the tongue is almost dragged to the ground.
This monster looks like Dewey never heard of it. Although he now knows a lot about the kinds of warcraft, he never saw it in any more literature.
Poor Muse lay down in front of this monster, and one of the monster's feet stepped on the muse, as if the boy had passed out, lying still there.
And around Dewey, a grey-haired beast was staring at Dewey Tiger with green eyes, and Dewey looked at it and recognized it.
A raccoon. The raccoon is a moderate warcraft, fire-type, fast moving, sharp teeth, and good at punching holes. The head is the size of a dog and smells good. Adult raccoons can erupt flames to harm their enemies, while escaping, they can also escape through holes in the ground.
Seeing these two things, Dewey immediately reacted, and it seemed that the two brothers in the magic cadet were right to speculate: there were indeed two Warcraft!
The raccoon grinned at Dewey's teeth, leaving Dewey's blood on his sharp teeth, and it just bit Dewey's shoulder and brought Dewey into the farmhouse. And when Dewey just stood up, this thing immediately bowed to his body and made a whimpering warning sound in his mouth, making a gesture of readiness to attack.
In a small space, facing two warcraft… and still not good at close combat, the magician himself. Dewey, of course, was well aware of his situation, so he was careful not to move lightly, but to lay still on the ground in order to avoid causing this raccoon to attack. My heart prayed, and the old cigarette rushed in with the guard.
The monster that Dewey couldn't name suddenly howled a few times, and then, with that howling, the raccoon, who was already stupidly moving, looked terrified and stepped back, no longer grinning at Dewey's teeth.
Dewey sees the scene in his eyes, and he's even more impressed: it's a premium warcraft! Only advanced warcraft can drive other warcraft into their own hands.
The monster stepped on the muse and shouted several times at Dewey, pointing to the muse at his feet, then grinning his teeth. Dewey is even more amazed: What does it mean to try to communicate with oneself?
It's just that he doesn't know the beast language after all.
At this time, a roar came from outside the farmhouse, the door was opened by a sword, the old cigarette holding a sword had already hit one side, two guards, one of whom was a big fat man who had not felt the pain inherited by Dewey in the slave market on that day. The guy was huge and didn't walk through the door, but he hit directly through the wall. The farmhouse was originally made of wood, and the wall hit a large hole, two guards rushed in, divided into triangles, and surrounded Dewey and the raccoon.
Dewey immediately shouted to Old Smoke: "Stay away from me! Don't come any closer! ”
The raccoon had given up Dewey and turned to one of Dewey's guards, retreating step by step to the monster. Dewey was relieved, climbed up from the ground, and looked carefully at the monster stepping on the muse, and he slowly said, "What are you... trying to tell me? ”
Though Dewey knows it, there is a certain wisdom in everything that evolves into an advanced warcraft. But Dewey wasn't sure they understood what he meant.
Sure enough, the monster seemed to understand what Dewey meant, again sticking out his claws to the muse on the ground, then pointing to the old cigarette behind Dewey and others, grinning his teeth, pointing to the muse, and then making a throat-cutting gesture.
“Okay, okay!” Dewey, raise your hands immediately: “I understand! You told them not to go over there, right? Don't hurt this kid! I'm gonna get my men back, okay? ”
Dewey made a gesture against the old cigarette company, and the old cigarette would like to, leading the two guards a few steps back to the farmhouse door.
“Sir, are you all right?” The old smoke sank: “The wolf smoke has risen and they will be back soon. ”
Dewey nodded: “I'm fine... don't get too close... this guy doesn't seem very hostile. ”
The monster seemed to understand Dewey's words, nodded continuously, pointed at Dewey's shoulder wound, whimpered a few times, seemed to have a hint of apology, and then pointed at himself.
“Okay. Warcraft… sir.” Dewey laughed bitterly, he really didn't expect to talk to an animal one day: "You seem to understand my language... so how the hell can you let go of this friend of mine? ”
The redhead monster shook his head, his body jumped a few times, his hands seemed to hold something, his mouth screamed a few times, Dewey watched for half a day before realizing that it was imitating a horseback riding position. Then the monster pointed outside the farmhouse and jumped again in a horseback riding position.
Dewey frowned and probed: “You mean... outside, there's a horseman coming? ”
The red-haired monster nodded continuously, then pointed at himself, shouting a scream, and made several more strapped positions.
“Well, are they here to catch you?” Dewey smiled bitterly.
The monster nodded again and grinned his teeth like a couple of ghosts. It looked tragic.
Dewey sighed: “Don't you want to get caught? ”
Then Dewey calmed down: “I don't really understand what you mean... I can let you go, and I won't let my people hurt you, but you have to let my friends go. ”
At this moment, the monster suddenly bowed to Dewey in a row, whimpering in a plea.
“Are you... asking me to let you go? Yes... ah, no, did you ask me to help you? Help you with what?” Dewey has a tough guess of what this monster means.
Finally, after the monster repeatedly made that riding gesture, Dewey realized, "Are you asking me to help you get rid of those people who came to catch you riding? ”
“My lord, would it be talking about our cavalry?” The old cigarette asked behind Dewey.
Dewey thought about it and shook her head: "I don't think so.” His expression got serious and stared at the monster: “You can understand my language, why? Have you ever been with a human? ”
The red-haired monster immediately looked as if he was terrified, his body trembled, and then suddenly his emotions stirred up, his teeth grinning and screaming.
“Yes! Yes!” Dewey, hurry up and say, “Don't hurt my friend! I'll help you get rid of the man who caught you outside. ”
At this point, all of a sudden, Dewey heard a whistle coming from the outside, hidden from the distance, which was the signal of an early warning when Lombardon's cavalry met the enemy!
Then came the hidden sound of a ping-pong fight, and there was a buzzing noise blown under Lombardon's department...
Dewey's face changed: "Is someone here? Cigarette, go out and check it out! ”
The old cigarette was also gloomy, and he immediately turned around and ran away. And Dewey sees that this monster has shivered and looks nervous.
Dewey spread his hands out: "All right! Don't be afraid... I can protect you, but you have to let go of my friend first! ”
The monster shook his head and stepped on the muse, pointing out, as if to let Dewey get rid of those people first.
At this time, Muse awoke and suddenly found herself trampled under the feet of a red-haired monster. She immediately made a sharp shocking noise, pale and almost fainted again. And Dewey hurried up and said, "Muse! If you want to live, don't move! Listen, don't move! Listen to me! ”
A moment later, both Old Smoke and Lombardon ran in and saw red on Lombardon's armor, just coming in and shouting to Dewey: "Boss, we've got enemies! It's the people on the prairie! Around 3,000, all cavalry... Damn, such a bunch of people, came to our place, those Northwest Army outposts in the Northwest Corridor didn't get word! ”
After that, Lombardon saw the monster and frowned: “Grandma, what is this?! ”
“Shut up! Lombardon!” Dewey drank immediately. He didn't want to upset the monster and let it hurt Muse. The monster is clearly a premium warcraft, and in the hands of a premium warcraft, the muse is irresistible. Look at this monster's toenails on the back of the muse. If you mess with it, you can easily snap the muse's heart if you push it!
Dewey was also surprised.
People on the prairie? Three thousand cavalry?
He was also furious and angry. He bit his teeth and glanced at the monster, slowly: “I went out and looked at those people... I promise I will help you, but you will never hurt this friend of mine! Do you understand?”
After getting the monster's head nodded, Dewey was helpless, to the old flue: “You watch here!” Then he pulled Lombardon out of the farmhouse and sent a hundred people to surround the farmhouse group, which reached the town crossing with Lombardon.
All four teams searching the mountain came back, Lombardon briefly said, they saw the wolf smoke and then rushed back quickly. As a result, they walked outside the town and saw a large cavalry coming in. The costume was heterogeneous on the prairie. As a result, the people in front of them indiscriminately fought for no reason. The other side was very defensive, and very rude. The knife was lit without talking. As a result, they saw blood when they met for the first time in the conflict. Fortunately, the man on the Dewey side, Mali, Lombardon, was at the forefront, with the strength of Lombardon, and the Dewey side took the upper hand. Five or six enemies were killed and more than a dozen wounded.
And Lombardon's men were no better, injuring more than twenty, fortunately, because Dewey's cavalry was better equipped, and good armor made them cheap on defense, without lethal injury, but Lombardon looked gloomy because several of his old men were badly injured.
The other side had retreated outside the town, and apparently they were surprised that there was an Imperial army here. And there seems to be a lot of them.
Outside the town, Dewey saw about a few hundred meters away, and the battalion of prairie cavalry troops were surrounded outside the town. ‘
Dewey, this is the first time you've seen a massive prairie cavalry, and looking at these guys from afar, you can immediately feel a distinct sense of defense! The horses these men ride are tall horses, the best horses on the prairie.
Every knight on the horse is tall, and a lot of people have big beards. In a clear colour, everyone's head is covered with a thick white turban. These men are not as well equipped as the Imperial cavalry, the lack of iron ore in the grasslands prevents them from equipping their knights with armor, everyone wears leather armor, and the styles are messy and even the colors vary, but these men are extremely skilled at steering the horses, and they do not line up as neatly as the Imperial cavalry, they appear scattered there, and from time to time there are small teams of three, three, five, five cavalry horses running slowly back and forth on both sides, and everyone looks at Dewey here with an uncovered vigilante and eager war - like a bunch of wolves.
Dewey was embraced by several cavalry clusters and followed several magic cadets behind him. Lombardon looked at the other side of the prairie cavalry, suddenly saw each other's horses, a spear, suddenly provoked a big one, the big one was obviously made of a whole animal skin, the original patterned animal skin seemed to be very old, even the fur seemed to fall off almost, but the pattern on the painting made people see it and they couldn't help but create a few hidden discomforts in their mind.
This is, of course, a skull drawn in blood.
I don't know how to paint this skull. Talking about it for a few moments is very lifelike. Especially with one pair of skull eyes, but it's as if it's still alive. It's like it's a hallucination. If you look at it, it's as if you have an illusion: in these eyes, you seem to feel a strange, unseen look!
As soon as Lombardon saw the skull, his face changed and he couldn't help but whisper: "Ah! It's a blood skull flag! ”
Even this 250th general changed color, and Dewey's mind was suddenly like, "What's a bloody skull flag? ”
Lombardon's expression was weird: “Shit... I've only seen a bloody skull flag once in so many years in the northwest. ”
He then explained: "Boss, the savages on the prairie have many tribes, but one of the biggest tribes is the most powerful royalty. The royal family is the strongest tribe elected on the prairie. After winning the royal title, it can occupy the royal court. The other tribes on the prairie are ordered to follow its orders, similar to the king's emperor. But even the flag of the royal court on the meadow is far less prestigious than this bloody skeleton flag in the hearts of these savages! There is a traditional rule on the prairie that everyone must follow: if a person on the prairie sees a bloody skeleton flag, he must immediately stop anything in his hand, even far away, and pray to the bloody skeleton flag on the ground until the bloody skeleton flag is out of sight! This rule must be respected even as the chief of the royal family, that is, the king of the royal court! Otherwise, if you dare to disrespect the Bloody Skull Flag, then even if your tribe is stronger, you will not continue to hold the royal position! ”
Dewey frowned: “So powerful? ”
“Our empire magicians… there are also their magical mighty men on the prairie, their Shamans. Our empire believes in gods, and these people on the prairie believe in their fathers, and they worship their fathers. Shamanic wizards, on the other hand, are people who communicate with the ancestral spirits… Shamanic wizards usually possess powerful spells and have a high status on the grasslands, and tribal chiefs must have great respect for Shamanic wizards. On the meadow, besides the king of the royal meadow, there is also a 'wizard king', who is the king of shamans. Because of the legend of these prairie people, all the prairie people are now created by a common ancestor, that is, the 'great ancestral spirit' they worship, the oldest and most powerful ancestor. And the Witch King, the only Shaman Wizard of all Shamans, is the most powerful Shaman Wizard capable of communicating with the Great Ancestor Spirit. On the grasslands, the status of the Witch King is much higher than that of the King, because the King is a tribal congress every few years, the strongest tribe becomes a new royalty, and the chief of the tribe becomes a new king... but the Witch King is the same! Legend has it that the Witch King has super power and a long life... and the Witch King's prestige on the prairie, I'm afraid you don't even have to believe it when I say it! ”
Dewey also narrowed her eyes: "Tell me. ”
“Let's put it this way, even an ordinary Shamanic wizard would not hesitate to pull out a machete, kill the whole family and then commit suicide if he went to any herder's house in a tribe and said to him, 'The ancestors need your life now and give your whole family's life to the ancestors'!” Lombardon laughed bitterly: “Those guys on the prairie, they worship their ancestors to the point of perversion, and those who have not lived on the prairie are hard to feel. And... you know the Northwest War over 20 years ago? During that war, the magicians of the Empire and the Shamans on the prairie fought several times in the face, without gaining a clear upper hand. And the other Witch King never made a move... and then there was a weird thing. ”
“What?”
“At the end of the war, it was rumored that the Witch King had suddenly issued an order to withdraw all Shamans from the battlefield and not to continue fighting with the Imperial Army, because the Witch King claimed to have received the inspiration of his ancestors, and the war would inevitably be lost and could not disobey his orders. At that time, the royal family refused to give up, but after losing Shaman's support, it was unable to fight the magicians of the Empire, and eventually lost a great deal. You know, that war, the Empire and the people of the Northwest Prairie, had a deep blood feud! But these people on the prairie have no complaints about the last order of the Witch King in the war! No one questioned the Wizard King's orders! Instead, the chief of the royal clan, who led the tribe to continue to struggle, was killed after the war by his own people. ”
Dewey couldn't bear to whisper: "Such a pervert! ”
Lombardon sighed: "When I was in the northwest, I saw this bloody skeleton flag once, which stands for the Witch King. That time I deliberately provoked a battle between the two tribes, more than 20,000 people were killed on the grassland, and my eyes were all red... and then suddenly someone broke in with a bloody skeleton flag and had killed red eyes on the battlefield, but those guys saw the flag as if it was suddenly enchanted, everyone threw away their weapons at the fastest speed, even in the middle of a fight, without hesitation, threw them on the ground... this is the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen! More than 20,000 warriors, flesh and blood, were killed and wounded, but all of a sudden they dropped their weapons on the ground and prayed aloud. The Shaman wizard with the blood skull flag announced that the Witch King ordered no fighting, and the two tribes actually withdrew. I was in the northwest years, both tribes would never dare to go on looking for each other after the fact, even better than kittens! ”
At this point, the other cavalry separated and the three horses slowly ran towards Dewey. One of the cavalry at the front, holding the bloody skull flag in his hand, behind him are two old men wearing colorful beastskin robes, each with a long beard, their hair scratched clean heel, no fur on their head, but long beard carefully made many small whips...
This weird look makes Dewey feel very novel. But Lombardon immediately looked at him and said, "These two guys are the Shamans! ”
Shaman wizard?
Dewey came into interest and took a closer look at the two bald old men, but he didn't see anything special except the colorful leather coat and the long bearded whip.
The three horsemen stopped about twenty meters in front of Dewey, and the man with the bloody skeleton flag came riding alone. This is a Buddhist knight on the prairie, tall, rude looking, staring at Dewey and Lombardon, he drank aloud: “People across the street listen! Bloody Skull Flag, no stopping! You know what happens to people who disobey the Witch King! ”
Lombardon sneered: "What are you! Which tribe? ”
This prairie man had a big chest and shouted: “I am a king king king's golden knife warrior! ”
“The royal family?” Lombardon grinned, “The royal family? Which tribe is the royal family now? Well, there's no rules anymore! Even a royal chief used to be polite to meet me, what are you! Send someone who can talk! ”
This prairie samurai is furious: "Who are you! Don't insult me! ”
Lombardon sneered and shouted to one of the men behind him: "See? They have a bloody skeleton flag! Strike my old flag! ”
One of Lombardon's old men behind him smiled, took off his helmet and sword, picked up two spears, one spear picked up his helmet, one spear picked up his sword, and raised it high.
Sure enough, this prairie man changed his face as soon as he saw it! He glanced at Lombardon with a lot of respect: "Are you Lord Mossack? ”
“Nice! That's me!” Lombardon drinks: “Go back and find someone who's qualified to talk to me! ”
The prairie man dared not say anything more, looked deeply at Lombardon and slowly said: “Since Lord Mosak is back in the northwest, I will go back and ask Lord Shaman to come and talk to me. ”
After that, he went back with the bloody flag.
Lombardon looked at Dewey and said, "Boss, how's my flag? The sword on the left and the helmet on the right. Above the grasslands, the sword stands for war. Helmets are a symbol of friendship, because on the meadow, good friends can serve wine to each other with their helmets to show warmth and friendship. By typing out this flag, I mean: give you a choice, be my enemy or my friend! ”
Dewey nodded, laughing: “Good choice. ”
By then, the prairie man had gone back and talked to the two Shamans behind him, who looked at each other and rode over.
“Which one is Lord Mosak?” An old bald wizard on the left spoke.
In the face of the Shamanic Wizard, Lombardon's attitude was much more polite, and he even owed a small debt immediately: “I am Lombardon, this esteemed Shamanic Wizard, please say your kindness. I need an explanation as to why the army on the prairie is present in the Empire's territory. ”
“Lord Mosak, first of all, I salute you, who are a famous figure in our grasslands.” The Shaman wizard smiled: “As for our coming here, we have the permission of General Lugo of the Northwest Army. I am a sacrifice under the Witch Throne, accompanied by these brave samurai, sent by royal chiefs to protect us along the way. We are here by order of the Wizard King. ”
“Oh?” Lombardon moves: "Lord Witch King's orders? ”
“Yes.” This Shaman witch's attitude seemed moderate, but resolute in tone: “Lord Witch's favorite pet is lost, a very precious warcraft. Lord Witch King ordered that it be found back in any case. We've been looking for it for a long time and now it's in this town, so please step aside from your people and we'll need a thorough search of this town. ”
Witch King's pet?
Dewey immediately remembered that strange redhead monster in the farmhouse.
But... get out of the way, let them search?
Dewey looks at this seemingly polite wizard and suddenly he's on fire!
This is my fucking territory! It's my turf! You want to look it up? In one official language: this is a fucking violation of sovereignty! Do you still make such a brave attitude like your father?
The Witch King?
(Whoops... the wife's class is over. I finally got 8,000 words today... Ladies and gentlemen, hurry up and cast your monthly tickets, it's hard for me to sneak up on the code in class... I also want to have more outbreaks now, more than 10,000 words a day, everyone must be enjoying it, but now that people are out of the country, the conditions are not allowed... when I get home next week, I will definitely try to write some more. Alas, at the crucial moment of the monthly ticket, I was forced to come to Shanghai for classes, and the great leading edge was caught up... really blinked my eyes, the old hen turned into a duck...
moon ticket, moon ticket ~)
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