A moment later, only a mess covered with corpses is left on the ancient barbarian road, like an early onset of the rainy season, this piece of land was damp.
Over a hundred musketeer slaves, silent as cicadas in winter, hugged each other, their eyes dull. In front of them were men covered in blood, everything had happened too suddenly, neither the robbers nor the musketeers were ready for it.
The Salt Demons and Green Demons who came here with great dreams, except for a part who fled into the wilderness, only three Green Demon Shaman Wizards are still alive.
Two were trembling, one was in a coma.
"What a pity! Quite a few robbers have managed to flee, we couldn’t trap them all." Liu Zhenhan embraced his Wolf Fang Club, lit a cigar against the wind, and shamefully observed the wilderness, the wind blowing away little droplets of blood dribbling from his thick formation.
"When the elephant herd turns around, there are still gaps in between, and the wilderness here is so lush, it’s unavoidable that some escape." Korina scratched his head, also unsatisfied.
"In the future, tie a large log behind the mammoth elephants, so when it turns around and swings, it can cover a large area." Liu Zhenhan waved his hand with annoyance.
"My lord, we still have three hostages here!" Gude pointed at the carriage, casually pulled a bunch of straw, and cleaned the shaft of his spear; the dark blue gun body reflected its original brightness once it was wiped with the straw.
"So it’s the bandit Shamans who know the Bloodlust spell!" Liu Zhenhan burst into laughter, stepped onto the carriage, and patted the shoulder of one of the Green Demon Shamans.
Under his gaze, the remaining two conscious Shamans felt the hairs on their bodies stand up, and their staffs slipped out of their hands in silence.
"Bandits cannot be spared, chop them all up!" Vieri, shouldering his Wheel Axe, grabbed a Green Demon Shaman, stepped on him, and prepared to bring down his axe.
"Hold on!" Liu Zhenhan roared, and Vieri’s huge axe stopped just a centimeter from the bandit Shaman’s forehead.
The Green Demon Shaman looked at the sharp axe blade, mumbling something crazily, exhibiting signs of neurosis.
"Hold on to them for now! Their Bloodlust spell is faster than our Beamon’s sacrifices, I’m really curious!" Liu Zhenhan jumped off the carriage, pushed Vieri aside, and pulled up the Green Demon Shaman who was almost scared to pass out, this skinny Green Demon Shaman was grabbed by the hair by Liu Zhenhan and thrown onto the carriage.
"Stab each corpse on the ground one more time, don’t leave anything behind!" Liu Zhenhan picked up a piece of bloodstained chain mail from the ground, looking at the half foot print on it, he couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing: "Damn it!"
"Are you Beamon?" The musketeer slaves snapped back to reality and looked at Liu Zhenhan, who was gradually becoming clearer, in disbelief.
"Feilengcui Overlord Richard." Liu Zhenhan bowed his head politely: "Children of the Deer Tribe, you are home now."
"Recognize who I am?" Vieri took a piece of animal skin from the carriage, wiped the blood from his face, revealing a bright smile.
"Master Vieri!" A few of the musketeers cried out in surprise and joy, and rushed over, stumbling over the vines tethered to their shoulders.
The militia rushed over, helping these musketeer slaves cut off the vines on their shoulder blades.
"Monks! Monks!" Liu Zhenhan shouted.
"Yes yes, Sir Richard!" The Mantis Monks were cleaning their broadswords with the water in the leather pouch, hearing the summon, they immediately hurried over, helping these poor musketeers with their injuries.
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Looking at the smoke, Liu Zhenhan sneered contemptuously, "A bunch of fools! Come and clean up the bodies of these Green Demons and Salt Demons!"