At dawn, Harlem came out of a farmer''s house.
On the ground lay four bodies, an old man, a couple and a child.
Last night, the family heard the beggar''s cry. The beggar just wanted some water. The kind farmer gave him a can of water and a piece of bread.
The beggar is Harlem. In order to avoid Stanley''s pursuit, he wandered in the snow for more than ten days. He killed two soldiers around him. Although he could eat some meat, he couldn''t drag the body to escape. If he hadn''t met this kind-hearted man, he would starve to death last night.
This bread gave the starving harlemon some strength, rushed into the room and killed his family.
After a night''s sleep at the farmer''s house, Harlem went to yunmang mountain from the most remote path. He was worried about Stanley''s pursuit, but he still wanted to find the remaining 300 bandits.
How much more do they have left? Even if people eat people, there will be at least 100 left. With more than 300 people in the stronghold, the power of 400 people is enough to dominate.
After trekking in yunmang mountain for two days and one night, Harlem finally found the previous camp. He saw the campfire outside the tent. He knew that these soldiers were hungry, scared, desperate and even angry.
We can''t give them a chance to complain or have any mercy on them. If anyone shows dissatisfaction, he must be killed immediately. Harlem will never show mercy to the soldiers who dare to resist.
"Let''s see how much is left..." when he approached, Harlem found that there were only two bandits warming the fire. When he saw Harlem, they were all stunned. It was not the old awe, but pure fear.
A bandit soldier stood up and said, "big, sir, you''re back."
Harlem looked at the soldier, nodded and said, "I''m back. Where are the others?"
"Everyone else went hunting."
"How many people do we have left?"
"There''s still..."
"I didn''t ask you!" Harlem smiled at the bandit soldier still sitting on the ground. "Are you lame or dumb?"
The bandit soldier quickly got up and said, "there are still more than two or two hundred people left."
"They all went hunting?"
"Yes, yes, sir, there is not much to eat in the mountains."
"You''ve suffered, sit down!" Harlem sat by the fire and smiled at the two men. "Everyone goes hunting. Why only you two are left to guard the camp?"
"We, we are hurt and can''t go too far."
"Where''s the injury?"
The bandit took off his boots and exposed the wound on his foot.
"You''ve got frostbite, cut off your feet!" harlemon pulled out his short knife and scared the bandits to run away.
"It''s stupid of you to cheat me with a fake wound!" harlemon threw a short knife into the back of the bandit''s head.
The bandit fell to the ground, and another bandit collapsed on the ground with two rows of teeth ringing.
"Why did you stay here? You''re hurt, too?"
The bandit soldiers shook their heads desperately. Harlem smiled and said, "where the hell have the others gone?"
"He, they''re dead."
"Who killed them?"
The soldier dared not speak. Harlem pulled out his sword and cut off his head. Then he clenched the sword of destruction and looked around.
"Come out and let''s end it!"
Manda came out of the forest with an elusive smile on her face: "you only have these two minions left. Isn''t it a pity to kill them?"
"There are thousands of soldiers on Mount Tachira. I wanted to take them to level your seven star mountain, but now I don''t have to be so troublesome."
"Thousands of soldiers?" Manda laughed. "If only it were true. It''s very cold in the mountain. I want to burn more people to keep warm."
Harlem licked his lips and said grimly, "are you Roman Wilkins?"
"We''ve been in each other''s homes. We''re acquaintances. If you''re polite, save it. Is that the sword of destruction in your hand? Give it to me and I''ll spare your life."
"OK!" laughed Harlem. "Come and get it!"
The voice fell to the ground. Harlem raised his long sword and cut at Manda. Manda dodged and avoided. The speed made Harlem unable to see his shadow.
"Whose believer are you? There should be three orders?" Harlem struck another sword, and Manda flashed again.
"Such a flexible skill is rare, you know? The sword of destruction can destroy all your skills. You will become more and more dull. Your feet are like bound stones and can only move slowly in the snow. That''s it. It''s getting slower and slower. See? The sharp blade is right in front of you. Don''t be afraid. I won''t let you die easily. I''ll cut off your hand first and then cut it off Cut off your feet, cut off your ears and nose, and let you freeze to death here. "
Manda''s steps have indeed become slow, and his second-order skills are being slowly dissolved by the sword of destruction.
Harlemon handed the long sword to his left hand. His right hand was preparing skills. He was worried that there was another ambush around him and was ready to quickly solve Manda with twisting skills.
This is one of his commonly used means. The long sword is left and the skill is right. One left and one right seal the opponent''s escape route. It seems that he is about to succeed. Suddenly Ogg raises a boulder and throws it over.
The Ogilvy promoted to the third level is infinite. This boulder is enough to press Harlem into meat sauce. Manda is ready to take advantage of Harlem''s dodging gap and kill him with his golden finger. Unexpectedly, Harlem can''t escape or hide. He waved a long sword and split the boulder.
Harlemon pulled out the gravel from his body, looked at Manda and said, "this is the power of God, see? My sword can cut everything. It''s your glory to die under my sword. I''ll kill you first, and then I''ll kill him!"
The voice fell to the ground, and the lioness flew out of the air. She wore a crown on her head. With a roar, a golden light came to her face.
Harlemon easily dissolved the golden light with the sword of destruction, then snapped his fingers and launched the twisting technique.
The lioness tried to dodge and escaped from Harlem''s sight, but her wings were hurt and fell into the snow.
"It''s your turn!" harlemon rushed to Manda. Ogg also wanted to rush over, but suddenly stopped in place. The great prophet told him not to get close to the enemy, or he would die.
Harlem must use the sword of destruction to stab Manda, then use the twisting technique to kill Ogg, and finally deal with the injured lioness. Seeing the blade approaching, Manda did not escape or hide. She pulled out a shield directly from the air.
It was another shield. Harlem''s heart was laughing wildly that he had lost to such a stupid guy.
You can''t think so. As long as you live to the end, you won''t lose. All the shields in the world are just a piece of rag before they are destroyed. When you fight Stanley, his physical strength was already overdrawn and he was only running for his life, so Stanley escaped.
He won''t miss this time. He''ll stab Roman Wilkins in the chest, although it''s too cheap for him to die like this.
But when the blade touched the shield, Harlem felt the unprecedented resistance. A burst of sparks splashed. Harlem felt a numbness in his right hand and heard a terrible crisp sound.
Sword, sword of destruction
Harlem looked at the broken sword, the fourth order artifact and the sword of destruction in his hand.
The sword of destruction is extremely sharp, but it is as fragile as a branch in front of aegis.
Either don''t make a move, and there''s no need to make a move. If Manda dares to come here and wait for Harlem, he''ll be ready to catch the dead and break the net, even at the risk of erosion.
The huge impact made Harlem fall to the ground. Manda raised the aegis and smashed Harlem''s knee with a sharp edge.
Harlemon screamed and his legs were broken.
"Thank you, the great lord of the gods!" Manda took aegis into the "nest of the wild dragon". In only a moment, he had the impulse to praise Zeus.
Seeing Harlem''s hands tearing, Manda flashed aside and cut off Harlem''s hands with her golden fingers.
"Tie him up!"
Guatel took a chain and tied harlemon to the tree. Then he was ready to light the fire.
"I beg you, please!" cried Harlem. "Lord Wilkins, I know I''m wrong. I beg you to let me live. I have a lot of treasures and gods on Mount Tachira. I give them to you, I give them to you, I beg you!"
Manda doesn''t want to listen to his nonsense. Those things have long been his.
He closed his eyes, put his hands on his chest and prayed to Hermes.
The flame rose, and in the scream of Harlem, the Oracle ring on the index finger emitted a green light.
This was the response of the gods, and the emerald glowed, proving that what Manda did was recognized by Hermes.
Hermes''s voice came from his ear: "the woman''s soul has been sent to the foot of Olympia and will start a new life under the feeding of Ningfu. Your sacrifice has been recognized by me, and you are qualified to be promoted to level 4.
In addition, you can realize a wish, a small wish. Don''t be too greedy. "
Manda thought for a moment and said silently, "I want to hear her voice, the last voice."
Hermes was like a tape recorder, reproducing sangira''s voice at the last moment. At that time, Manda only heard half of it:
"The enemy''s march is very fast. He should reach the mountainside before dark. There is only one way in the Korean pine forest. I can''t accompany you anymore. Please take care of yodora for me,
If you like, please kiss my lips again. It''s worth it for you. "
I would, but I didn''t hear it.
The voice of God disappeared and Manda opened her eyes.
The lioness limped to Manda and touched his cheek.
"Are you crying?"
"Just a drop," murmured Manda. "I used to envy the count, because even if he died, he could have your loyalty. Now I don''t envy him anymore, but she can''t come back."
……
Through the long mountain road, through Blackwater City, mixed in the ranks of refugees, osska, a believer of the goddess of hunting, walked for half a month and finally returned to tacira mountain.
When fleeing the valley, Oscar had made up his mind that he could not go with Harlem. He knew what Harlem would do when he was hungry.
At the foot of the mountain, he met two soldiers on patrol. Oscar waved and said, "come here! Come here quickly! I can''t walk. Do you have anything to eat?"
The two soldiers stopped, and Oscar shouted, "come on, are you deaf!"
The voice fell to the ground, and his feet suddenly sank into the mud.
No, it''s a dungeon hunter.
But seeing the two soldiers coming, Oscar immediately opened his bow and arrow. They hid behind the rock, and the arrow fell into the rock.
The two soldiers were ziegesse and old yaman. Old yaman pulled out the feather arrow from the rock, smelled the fishy smell on the arrowhead, nodded and said, "it''s him. I recognize the smell."
Oscar pulled back his long bow. He had only one feather arrow left.
"Don''t come here. If you dare to come here again, I''ll kill you."
Ziegler sighed and said, "if I don''t come, you will fall into the mud. Do you really want to do this?"
Desperate Oscar shed tears, and tacira mountain was right in front of her. Unexpectedly, she died here.
He shot another arrow at Ziegler''s head. Ziegler calmly dodged. This time, Oscar lost all his weapons to fight back.
Old yaman put on his golden crown and became a hydra.
"I heard you are good at using poison. Let''s have a competition."
A burst of dust covered Oscar''s eyes, and the Hydra appeared behind him and bit Oscar''s neck.
Oscar fell to the ground with soft feet. The Hydra looked down at him and said slowly: "I will use nine kinds of venoms. This one will make you lose strength, the next one will make you fall into the fire, and the next one will gouge out every piece of meat on you..."