The sound of those horses' hooves trampling on the ground was like thunder drums, making a real roar.
With the help of the special horseshoe, the war horse moved very fast. In an instant, the thunder came from far away and was about to fall into the scope of the flames.
That's too late.
Donald's face was gloomy: The Caucasian cavalry's frontal attack array made even Asgard's heavy armored infantry who were not afraid of death have to consider the consequences, let alone such a ragtag caravan.
He gritted his teeth, resisted the thunder, and ran forward wildly. His sword blade whizzed out, facing the enemy's fallen saber.
In an instant, life and death are determined.
But at that moment, the Caucasus horse bandit's war horse suddenly shook, suddenly stood up in the middle of the gallop, and neighed uneasily. Then, its legs went weak, foaming at the mouth, and twitching with fear. .
The bandit on horseback fell to the ground with his mount, and his leg was crushed on the spot. He couldn't get up. He looked at Donald, who was raising his sword, with despair in his eyes.
Donald hesitated for a moment and did not seize the opportunity to chop off his head. Instead, he quickly retreated and returned to the defensive camp.
So weird!
So weird!
His whole body tensed up, and he suppressed the anxiety and fear that suddenly broke out for no apparent reason. He turned around suddenly and saw the pale faces of his companions.
Suddenly, in the camp, the tied horses neighed in pain and fell to the ground, as if they sensed something terrible approaching and tried desperately to escape.
Or trample on each other...
The group of Caucasus horse bandits have fallen into chaos, and they are even more serious than in the camp.
In the darkness, only a chaotic roar was heard, and then the horses in chaos were forcibly injected with sedatives. After being deprived of their minds and thinking abilities, they temporarily turned into puppets that could only respond mechanically.
But it's not over yet.
"who?!"
In the darkness, someone screamed, but then it stopped suddenly. Suddenly, there was a burst of commotion, but then it fell silent.
The voices of the horse bandits disappeared, as if they were swallowed up by endless darkness.
And in the darkness, there was a dark shadow slowly approaching.
One step, another step.
It's like stepping on everyone's heart. Every time it gets closer, the pain and panic in the heart become more and more amplified.
Until finally, the erratic figure walked toward the camp wrapped in a substantial black mist.
The black mist seemed to contain some ferocious beast from nightmares, constantly revealing its ferocious appearance with scaly claws, sometimes like a ferocious beast, sometimes like a tsunami, and sometimes it evolved into the face of a dead person, speaking confusing words.
Everyone who saw it was stunned and trembling.
And right at the front, Donald's sword blade suddenly burst out, emitting a burst of heat, waking him up from his dizziness. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and pointed it at the man:
"Stop!"
In an instant, in the black mist, the figure stopped and glanced over.
His eyes were as green as a wild wolf, and there was an indescribable hunger. When it sweeps across a person's face, it's like the blade of a knife has been brushed against it, making one's heart tremble.
Donald heard the trembling voices of the people beside him. Those truly fearful people who had never seen him before raised their crossbows and aimed them at the approaching figure. The finger on the trigger twitched uncontrollably.
"Steady, steady!"
Donald lowered his voice: "Don't shoot the arrow, don't shoot the arrow!"
The group of horse bandits had already demonstrated to them the consequences of shooting an arrow. In just a few seconds, everyone was wiped out, and we didn't know whether they were alive or dead... No, I'm afraid if I fell into the hands of that kind of thing, life would be worse than death, right
He looked at the dark figure, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but shiver.
"This, this friend!"
He could hardly suppress his fear: "We are all just running away for a living, why not help each other..."
"thing."
The figure made a hoarse voice, and his gaze seemed to pass through his body and towards the camp. The businessmen shivered and turned pale. Finally, they gritted their teeth and nodded:
"give him!"
Soon, the guys carried a dozen iron boxes like coffins and placed them outside the camp.
"Everything is here."
Donald looked at the black figure with vigilance and fear: "Friends, we just want to survive..."
Before he finished speaking, the figure rushed towards the box and tore the iron box into pieces like pieces of paper. The power armor hidden inside rolled out and landed at his feet.
The latest model of power armor, an honorary product of the Chainsaw Order, each one can be exchanged for fist-sized lapis lazuli.
But the black figure was stunned, and then angrily overturned the iron box!
"Who the hell wants this!!!"
The shadow roared, glaring at Donald.
In the silence, the members of the caravan fell into a daze. And the black figure bent down, as if sniffing something, and suddenly let out a heartbreaking cry:
"It's blurred! It's blurred! If you keep boiling it for a while, it won't last!"
"I helped you solve such a big trouble, and I just want to have something to eat. Do you think you can fool me like this?"
He looked at the messy stew simmering on the fire with grief and anger, it had already become mushy, and he beat his chest and said, "What do you think it's about?! What's the matter?! What's the matter?!"
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"Uncle, please eat meat!"
"Uncle, would you like some water?"
"Uncle, would you like some chicken drumsticks?"
"Uncle, I made some soup to replenish your health..."
"Uncle...Uncle...Uncle..."
Ten minutes later, by the fire.
The leader of the caravan and Donald sat carefully beside him, serving all kinds of food in a steady stream, as attentive as waiters in a tavern:
The figure who was engrossed in eating didn't pay any attention to them, he just ate like crazy, eating whatever was served to him and not rejecting anyone who came. It was like there was a bottomless pit in his stomach, until finally, he finished chewing Donald's last beef breast and sighed with regret:
"Oh, I'm finally full."
Donald's expression twitched: Does this guy have an incinerator hidden in his belly
"Uh, sir..."
He hesitated, pointed to the black mist around him, and forced a smile.
The black shadow was stunned for a moment, then patted his head: "Ah, I'm so hungry that I'm dizzy. I'm sorry. I didn't expect that things will turn in reverse. I suppressed them for so long. As a result, my strength increased too much and I couldn't control it..."
He took a deep breath and flicked his fingertips.
After a burst of cold music, the black mist around him and the terrifying power that made the horses neigh gradually dissipated, revealing a young face and a dirty-looking turban.
"Do you have a bed here?" The young man stood up and looked around.
The caravan leader quickly pointed to his tent and offered it with both hands.
"Thanks."
The young man nodded with satisfaction, took out a handful of bills from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. The businessman was stunned and wanted to refuse, but the young man waved his hand: "Let this be used as food and car expenses in the future."
Wait, later
The businessman was stunned and immediately burst into tears.
Is this uncle still planning to stay for a few more days
The young man unsuspectingly got into the tent and fell asleep. Soon, snoring began everywhere.
The people around him looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Donald, with a grimace on his face, was pushed out and cautiously approached the tent. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a coldness in his throat.
A line of blood appeared.
Donald touched his neck dully and felt a small opening there. After screaming in surprise, he collapsed on the ground, trembling.
Only now did he realize that there was faint smoke surrounding the tent. In the smoke, there was a faint shadow standing like a ghost, looking down at him indifferently.
Donald didn't dare to say anything anymore, looked at him in awe, and tiptoed away.
"It's a blessing, not a curse."
He touched the wound on his neck and said to the leader of the caravan: "You'd better be respectful to that uncle, he's not interested in what you want to do. It's better to feed him well, otherwise... don't you? Whether we can reach the place safely is another matter."
The leader of the caravan shuddered and nodded.
Late at night.
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It wasn't until after dawn that the caravan members plucked up the courage to look outside the camp and saw the mess everywhere. The horses were so frightened that they were ramming around and breaking their bones. The horse bandits who fainted and died were everywhere. lying on the ground.
As a result, his legs were unceremoniously broken and thrown into a carriage.
Each of these guys has an unknown amount of reward hanging on their head, and the city-states along the way are eager to prepare gallows for them.
As long as they are authenticated, they can get a windfall, and these bandits can get a beautiful straw rope necklace.
In this regard, Ye Qingxuan just said that they could do whatever they wanted, and then collected all their swords and stuff, and stuck them in his backpack. He really looked like a Tianzhu wanderer selling swords everywhere.
"Because it's fun."
Ye Qingxuan said to Donald: "Don't you think it would be great to take away the enemy's swords and make a hundred of them to show off your power?"
"... Well, as long as you are happy."
Donald, who didn't feel this way at all, could only attribute it to the mysterious musician's strange hobby, and then kept silent.
From then on, Ye Qingxuan lived a life of eating, drinking and sleeping in the caravan.
After getting up in the morning, I lay down in the car and sleep in. After dinner in the evening, I lie down in the tent and read a book. Occasionally, I can catch some wild animals to beat the teeth. Compared with the originally expected arduous trip of eating wind, drinking dew and covering the sky, , simply as sweet as honey and boundless joy.
Well, except for the caravan leader who has to squeeze into a tent and a car with his deputy every day and often dangles in front of him with a grimace.
However, Ye Qingxuan was naturally very generous and didn't care about this trivial matter.
"Boss, do you still have something to eat?"
Ye Qingxuan leaned out of the car window and asked with a smile: "Please have some more, I'm a little hungry."
The leader of the caravan looked behind him with a frown. Donald struggled for a long time and ran to catch rabbits in the distance. Anyway, since Ye Qingxuan came, the only function of their bodyguards was to catch rabbits for the uncle. have eaten.
Soon, Ye Qingxuan's lunch was delivered to the car.
Ye Qingxuan was lying in the carriage, humming a song, reading a book, eating roast rabbit, and looking at the walking men outside the carriage eating dry food, a feeling of happiness emerged in his heart.
This day is so simple and fulfilling, there is simply no weakness!
Just in the afternoon, the motorcade stopped inexplicably, and there was a faint noise in the distance.
Ye Qingxuan frowned and asked, "It's so noisy outside? What's wrong?"
The boy ran to the front and quickly ran back panting: "There is a madman who stopped in front of the convoy and asked us to take him to Auschwitz..."
"oh?"
The young man raised his eyebrows, and a strange premonition emerged in his heart. When his thought line extended over, he couldn't help but want to whistle.
Then, he heard a familiar voice shouting seriously:
"That's right! Uncle, I am—Ye! Qing! Xuan!"