Chapter 103 Abominable

"What are you doing?"

Star looked at the fleeing earthly spirit and couldn't help frowning. Don't you know what first-level combat preparation is? My eyes are so wide that I want to eat people! Are you afraid that others don't know that you are guarding against them? You are a bunch of stupid Boole. Did I play the piano to Bull in the past?

"And you, what did you want to do when you stood up just now? And I asked you to keep an eye on Caesar and don't get me in trouble. Have you forgotten all about it?"

"But, sir, I just want to..." Desen lowered his head and clenched his fist.

"Forget it, pay attention to me. This caravan has a big problem! From now on, give me a good spirit and keep my eyes open when I sleep. Looking at the students who were scolded and lowered their heads, Star sighed heavily.

These inexperienced rookies still don't understand the darkness of the world. People are like this. Only after being injured can they learn to be vigilant.

Seeing that the caravan caught up, the kids immediately resumed talking and laughing. It looks like a group of students who have not grown up, but occasionally a trace of defense from the corners of their eyes can make people understand their horrors. However, it was this kind of confusing performance that attracted the malicious ridicule of the caravan.

"Is this the just-established trial mercenary regiment last night?" Someone in the caravan shouted.

"They are like children who are still nursing."

"Am I dazzled, or is the Pope doing something wrong?"

Obviously, this group of mercenaries did it on purpose. They want to provoke the anger of this group of rookies. In the empire, they have a very strict set of protection regulations for caravans. All those who maliciously attack the caravan will be punished with a lot of crimes. If he didn't know the details of these mercenaries, Starr dared to swear that he must be the first to rush up. But when he knew that all this was a trap, he had to put up with it.

Either you don't do it, if you want to do it, you can't fall behind!

The mercenaries walked past Star with mocking eyes. As long as they successfully approach the Knights, the rest of their task will become a constant provocation. They didn't even send the so-called caravan owner to say hello to Star. This is **naked provocation!

Star's eyes are condensed.

This look is a ridiculous expression in the eyes of the mercenaries. They pointed at the tip of Star's nose rudely and laughed at him wantonly!

A row of carriages rolled out a line of ruts from Sta's side, and even the turn of the chariot seemed to laugh, making a squeaky laughter.

The staggering slave followed the back of the carriage, and the iron shackles on his feet made a rattling sound on the ground. Their wrists and bare feet had been worn away, and the exposed meat made Star feel extremely dazzling. Johnson clenched his fist, and his shoulders kept shaking. This is not crying, but to endure anger without trembling. Caesar's eyes turned red, and he buried his head. The hand hidden in front of him hit the ground fiercely, punching and punching. The weeds were smashed into a depression by him, and the green grass was dyed red with blood.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. This sound fell on the ears of the students and made their faces smile. Although their eyes are full of blood!

Star once said to them, "The more angry you are, the louder you will laugh out loud. Until you can't laugh, it's the death of those who laugh at you!" Obviously, the students remembered this sentence.

"The rest is over, guys get on your horses. We have to go!"

The students were relieved that they had to do another thing to divert their anger. Otherwise, they are afraid that they can't help taking action! A small vacuum belt was separated between the two teams, and no one dared to cross the minefield for the time being.

The mercenaries also touched the ashes of their noses. No matter how pleasant the words were, they were as sharp and mean from their mouths. But even if they wear out their mouths, what they get back is only the more wanton laughter of the other party. The mercenaries were black-faced, as if it was not the other party who was laughed at, but themselves. In desperation, they had to close their mouths.

Star looked at the students' reactions and nodded with satisfaction. At least they had learned to hide their emotions.

The motorcade is still driving forward slowly. Not far away, you can already see half of the hills surrounded by mountains. Star thinks it's a good camp.

However, just as he was about to arrive at the camp, an old Bimon slave who was a little lame suddenly staggered and was pulled by the rope in front of him. Suddenly, he did not stand firm. He fell to the ground, and the Bemon slaves fell to the ground one after another because of a sudden incident. But the carriage in front of him did not stop at all and continued to drag these fallen people to avoid walking forward. The sharp thorns and the gravel on the ground made their thin bodies pull out a long blood stain on the ground.

Several mercenaries heard the cry and ran over the horse. But he just glanced casually and returned to the center of the team. Several shawls of slaves wanted to reach out and pull the forward carriage, but they were pulled by their bodies and quickly fell down. The wailing suddenly sounded, full of the sad moans of the miserable slaves. The young slaves closest to the carriage gritted their teeth and dragged the ropes tied to their bodies, allowing their bodies to be dragged by the carriage crazily. The fallen are all old Bi Meng. Their bodies are so weak that they can't stand such a toss at all.

"Damn guys, it's them who dragged us down all the way!" Some of the mercenaries complained loudly.

"Haha, these idiots are walking too slowly." The leader of the team stared at Desen provocatively, "Let's hurry up."

He rode the white wild boar arrogantly and galloped freely on the vast grassland. The whip in his hand fell fiercely on the horse pulling the cart. The horse was in pain, hissed, and immediately accelerated its speed.

After a day of exposure and hunger, these slaves have long been exhausted. It takes a lot of effort to lift your feet. Now the speed of the carriage has suddenly accelerated, and even the slaves who are still barely standing fall down. The carriage ran faster and faster, and the screams of the slaves became louder and louder.

"This bastard, I'm going to kill him!" Desen couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled out the long knife behind him and was about to rush out. But a vine quietly rising under his feet stopped him.

The smiles on the faces of the students gradually froze, and they have reached the limit. Reach out and touch the hanging bow and arrow on the saddle.

Then there was a loud noise, and I don't know when a stone wall rose on the plain. The horse that couldn't stop hit its head, and suddenly the white stone wall was painted with a bright red mark. Without the horse's drag, the car finally stopped.

The mercenaries narrowed their eyes and looked at the rising stone wall and stared at Star. The leading earth spirit shook its head, and suddenly four or five people surrounded it. Who released the alchemy just now? The earth asked sharply, and there was no previous humble expression at all.

"It's me!"

"It's me!"

The students shouted loudly. They hated the earth spirit in front of them, but they hated the mercenaries even more. As a human being, I am ashamed!

"I'm sorry, sir. It was the alchemy I released just now. Star said with a smile.

"It turned out to be the head of the regiment! I want to know why you did this?" The earth spirit glanced at Star.

"Sir, look at those Bimon slaves. I think if they all die halfway, then your caravan's plan to hunt Warcraft in the Death Forest is likely to lose its bait. Star squinted with a smile.

"Oh, so that's how it is." The earth spirit calmed down for a moment and then said, "You know that I don't want to be held accountable for this. But due to the lack of horses, we can no longer travel.

He looked provocatively at the horses of the students, with greedy and vicious eyes.

Some of the soft-hearted girls among the students had rushed up. They helped the Bimons who fell to the ground and fed them the water they carried with them.

"Thank you, my lord..."

An old Bimon slave held a water bag made of Rosa**, and his face was moved with tears. He just slightly licked the droplets oozing from the water bag and picked up the child next to him who was in a coma because of heatstroke. Put the water bag to his mouth. The child shrugged his nose and sniffed, took a big sip, and then woke up slightly.

"I'm sorry, my lord. We have drunk all your water... Please don't be angry."

When the girls saw this scene, they couldn't help turning their heads and quietly touching their tears with their hands. It doesn't matter. We still have a lot here!"

The students took off the water bags on the saddle and sent them over.

"Thank you, my lord..."

Lao Bimeng's eyes were wet, his lips trembled, and he staggered to kneel down and take the water bag in the student's hand, but was kicked over by a mercenary.

"Damn old people are dying and waste water!" The mercenary quickly pressed the old slave to the ground on the spot, grabbed the water bag in his hand, and fell to the ground fiercely. The water bag broke, and the crystal ** gushed out crazily, and was sucked greedily by the dry loess in an instant.

"Oh, my God..." Old Bimon tragically went to grab the broken water bag, but his head was trampled by the mercenary and could not reach it. My lord, please... We still have children. They haven't drunk water for a day... My lord, they are dying... My lord, please move your feet. Please!"

The laughter of the mercenaries around immediately sounded, and there was a applause whistle. With the bitter cry and pleading of Old Bimon, the voice seemed extremely harsh. The students' eyes turned red. If it hadn't been for Star's order, they would have wanted to kill these bastards now!

Old Bi Mengdi screamed and trembled the earth. Star smiled, and his eyes were unconsciously wet.

"Well, I'm immortal! Let me get you water." The mercenary loosened his feet.

"Thank you, my lord. No... I'll get it." Lao Bimeng got up tremblingly and struggled to walk to the position where the water bag fell. However, his body suddenly shook, and a snowy sword penetrated through his back, and the blood-stained sword body flashed dazzlingly under the afterglow of the sunset. He looked at his chest in disbelief, and a slight cough brought blood out of his lungs.

Old Bimon did not give up, and his thin hands struggled to touch the water bag in front of him.

After a friction between metal and bones, the mercenary pulled out the sword in his hand fiercely. As the sword body was pulled away, the last trace of strength in Lao Bimeng's body was also taken away. He widened his eyes and fell by the water bag. The bamboo-like fingers clenched the water bag and refused to let go.

The blood under Lao Bimon slowly spread, covering the crying soil.