Chapter 1 The Snarr of the Tauren [1]

Get out of here! I don't care whether you have any bullshit power in Bolchama or Tartu. Don't talk to me about Tivarga. For more than ten years, I have never wanted to go back! Yes, you drove me away, but now you want to ask me to go back because of forgiveness or some kind of bullshit grace? Get out! Get out of here! Don't let my partner see you, or you will die!"

The tauren seemed to be a red-eyed gambler, roaring fiercely at several white taurens at the door, and did not think about the friendship of the same race at all. And the resentment in his language is obviously not said. Well, it's impossible to bury some guys' little secrets for hundreds of years.

Polchama in the south of the kingdom is not a wild place. It's a good place. It's just a dense forest walk, and there are several tauri tribes living there, so that many times no one is crazy to find trouble with the taur. However, it seems that someone who was once exiled to the north to hang out like a stray dog seems to have a tragic past. It is sympathetic that this guy doesn't even have anyone to share this helplessness and unwillingness.

Maybe he should say it, but he didn't do it.

The reason is just that he doesn't want his partner to feel that he is too useless.

"No! Norton, you are a tarew. You should give your strength and your ability to this race!" Those tare-head brothers seemed to be very persistent, but soon more tare-heads, tarew warriors, came to the door! All these guys stared viciously at these guys who were completely different from the tauren warriors, as if these guys had an uncontraortial hatred with them.

"Fal your mother's fart! Get out of here--"

Norton roared, "What do you think I'm an old man?" Is it scum or a ball? Or is it a stupid pig who can't speak? You sentenced me to be a descendant of sin, and then exiled me when I was eight years old! Yes, the age that a person can remember is eight years old! What kind of favor do you want me to remember? Didn't you kill me? Or did you not throw me into any pile of wild dogs and let me be torn to pieces? Oh, damn it, haven't your souls ever trembled because of this?

Norton is not so much anger as death.

It's sad that my heart is dead. Sometimes, I really don't know what kind of stupid farce this is. Norton almost cried like this. He didn't know why he felt this way. He was so angry that he wanted to kill these high-sounding hypocrites. But he still didn't do it. He knew that he was no longer alone. He had his own best friends and partners, and these partners were the best in the world.

He is grateful, but it is only limited to the Viking giant Shahili, who quarrels with him all day long, and the amnesiac Nile man who fell from nowhere, Tiger. House is a good person. He makes him feel that there are still many fun things in the world, not only endless squeezing and distress, and even when he misses his dream hometown, he will tremble with tears.

He didn't want to behave like a taurier, but in the end he still did. He can be distressed and helpless to the wall for a whole day, but... he is not alone now.

So Norton did not twist off the miscellaneous heads in front of him. Most of the time, he could even imitate the crazy Tiger like a crazy bison. House, no matter what the result is, kill, cut, go crazy and roar like this.

Fight profusely, even if you are likely to be bruised all over, but...whatever you do.

"Listen! I won't go back, never!"

Pointing to the earthy taurns, the soldiers beside them have begun to push these white taurns who don't know where they came from. Perhaps a few months ago, these ordinary taurns did not dare to do anything to such white taurns, but now, they have already walked out of a group of forgotten characters. Come on. Is there such a similar kind who is so lucky and powerful that he can give this group of sad guys a wonderful life? Maybe, but maybe never. But no one cares, because no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than leaving your hometown?

If there is, then you know where your hometown is, but you can't go back.

The white tauren left here with sad eyes. This is Tamsalu, not Boltama and Chartu, let alone Varga, which is next to Latvia. This is a city with a moral heart. How can it be like those unscrupulous people?

"What an asshole! Shit!"

Norton clenched his fist and hit the wall next to him fiercely. Stones and lime powder immediately fell from the wall, as if to destroy all this. Norton's eyes were more and more full of unhappiness and sadness.

Some of the tautans reported Ma Hu and Sahili.

The Vikings saw Norton from afar, opened their mouths, but did not shout at him, allowing him to beat the wall and vent his dissatisfaction. Although in fact, his heart sympathized with this guy, his deep attachment or something else, who the fuck knows? In a word, this is a sadness that people don't know how to comment. If he can, he can even call on a group of Vikings to help Norton flatten Varga, and then let this stupid stupid boy kick the buttocks of those old tribal old guys fiercely. It's better to drag the scum who are nagging all day long and shouting to be respectful to the gods behind the carriage one by one.

Once cruel things are generated in the mind, it seems to be a kind of pity.

It's just that instead of making yourself pitiful, it's better to let other people's poor thoughts soon make Sahili, a Viking man, a little hot. Or, what kind of sympathy does he have with this poor stupid bullhead, so that he becomes the hate of the little man, which seems to be a kind of sadness.

"If only they were all like tigers." Sahili muttered.

Viking envious Tiger. House, he lost his memory and still remains as strong as he used to be, maybe stronger. Unlike rootless bastards like them, who know where his hometown is, but he can't go back.

Of course, he knows what Norton's little secret is. Although it's only a small part, it's enough. It was because he himself did the same that he met this perhaps more pitiful guy than him in the middle of the world, in Mustavee, in the small village next to Chude Lake.

Ma Hu's eyes were serious. He looked at the front, but didn't say much. There was a burst of upturn in his mind, which made him feel a sense of dizziness. He is a strong warrior, and he is a rare pure warrior for hundreds of years. He is arrogant, domineering, brave, bloody, and even the hero and domineering of a big man. I don't know if all this is all of him, but it's just enough to make many people remember him.

However, this guy is still like most ordinary people, with seven emotions and six desires. The other two bastards envy him for his amnesia? Unfortunately, he is not really amnesiac. If amnesia is real, then this rogue leader will not be so distressed. Compared with the helplessness of the stingy and stupid head, his desire to cry without tears is one of the greatest sorrows in life. In many cases, Boss Ma even thinks that Norton and others are really happy, at least they still have hope and thoughts, don't they? But what about him? You don't have to jump from the sky again to return to your own world?

The world does not leave him too much miss, because it seems that the world has plundered everything for him, and the world owes him!

So, he is so crazy to plunder everything in the world, even if he is crazy to be the enemy of the whole world, so what?

"Fuck! Two miscellaneous people who are born in the blessing and don't know the blessing! Fuck!" Leaning his back against the wall, he was depressed. He had a straw pipe in his mouth and smoked stuffy smoke. He let the flames flutter there. He knocked on the pipe on the wall. The soot fell out, stepped on it, and left there without saying a word, as if he had never been.

"Hey."

After all, Sahili opened his mouth and shouted Norton.

The tare bull man tilted his head, turned his back to him, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to have seen the tarew priest of Varga just now. What are they doing here?" Sahili asked in a flat tone, but he saw Norton's chest fluctuating. Obviously, it was full of anger. He might be angry or even crazy, but not now.

"So what? You don't have to kill them with an arrow before they enter the city!" Norton said with resentment.

It's just that this anger is really a little dissatisfactory, but anyway, he is still a good man, a kind tare bull.

The last bit of conscience will not make him lose because of this series of things and become a madman or something. People call the three bitches the devil, but they don't know that compared with the devil, they are much more pure, even more pure.

Naive like a little sheep, facing everything with a standard, this kind of dull way, even a little stupid. What is the ability that a normal excellent soldier should have? This is obviously a bunch of crazy guys!

"You shouldn't treat them like enemies, even though they are indeed enemies." Sahili felt that he was extremely stupid today and said a super stupid thing, "Well, yes, you do have the right to do that, but... I don't think you should take it all alone. Listen, you, me, tiger, we are Mustway, we are a team, a whole. No one will flinch, right?

Norton suddenly turned around, grabbed Sahili's collar, and then roared like a beast: "What do you think I am? What do you think I am! Am I a lost lamb? Am I a waste that can be discarded at will? Fuck! I'm not a waste! Even if I'm a loser! So please abandon me before I have the ability to let myself live. Isn't this requirement also possible? Ah!"

The red eyes seem to be Norton's power, which seems to be the normal situation of this bastard, but this time the red eyes seem to have more other things. God knows what will happen to him, or is he just jealous? Tears swarts in his eyes, and no one will admit for a thousand years that his tears are spinning in his eyes this time because of some bullshit sadness. Those are in Tiger. The rags like shit in House's eyes, why did he become sentimental when he came to Norton?

Hey, buddy, we are warriors, aren't we?

Okay, okay, no one can make a warrior so distressed and confused, especially when he was eight years old, he became an outcast in the world, and it was not his intention!

"Fuck the fuck! Fuck it! Fuck the lamb!" Sahili cursed, "Look at you! All right, look at you! What the fuck do you look like now? A man? Or a man who was killed? Are you fucking fucked by someone? What does it mean that the eyes are red and tears are about to fall? Do you think you are humorous or do you think that the tiger and I are just two big idiots who can be fooled by you? If you are fucking abandoned and despised by your own people, should we both bear that kind of shame? Fuck it! Fuck you! The tiger and I are idiots. We met a woman, a woman!"

No one knows why the Vikings are so angry and resentful. No one knows what he hates. But anyway, he is really an excellent warrior. He and Tiger. House is worthy of the title of Mustave Trio, even if he is facing another guy of Trio at this moment, and this guy has only been raised as a tool for the past 20 years.

He can hate his people for 20 years, or even longer, but he can't destroy the reputation of the three of them, can't!

Pup!

The Viking gave the Tauren an extremely tricky and fierce left hook. The Norton cheek was astringent and painful. The sourness and pain came. The depressed tears fell down, and the horns on his head against the wall, so there was no greater ugliness. In fact, no one expected that Sahili would suddenly take action, like a madman. The madman. Norton looked puzzled. He seemed to be stunned, shook his head, and then suddenly widened his eyes and waited for Sahili.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He pushed Sahili away, angrily like a bull, rushing into the strong Sahili. The two giants wrestled together like this, and Sahili's eyes flashed with a trace of complacency and pleasure. Boss Ma breathed a sigh of relief in the distance and said to himself: Fuck, two restless bastards.

The deformed friendship of the three bitches seems to be as strong as ten thousand years of hard ice. Some people will sigh with these emotions, but when a really large group of fierce people rush in front of them, I'm afraid there is only the pitiful expression of a dull chicken.

"Ha, do you think you still look like a man? Do you deserve to be a man? Are you a man? Come on, if you feel angry, come and try your father. Let me teach you what a warrior is, a man!" Shashely roared, the roarer, and the middle finger stood proudly, as if all this was like that, making people speechless. Sometimes, it was really an exotic atmosphere of praise.

"Do you think you can fight a taun warrior one-on-one? Then I will fulfill you!"

Two crazy guys, the same strong and fierce, the same good reputation, the same a forgotten person. Of course, most of the time, they themselves will forget all the bad thoughts. Even a little bit of broken fragments in memory will make them feel that the world is really fucking flat!

"Come on! To prove that you are a man! Come on, where's your fist? What about your strength? Come on, let's see what power is!"

Two men who are strong enough to make many forces face each other face each other at the gate, and then... they fight together, full of suspense and violence. The dust is flying, and no one on both sides knows whether to help or not, or who to help?

The Vikings roared loudly and beat their chests to cheer for Sahili.

The Tauren roared louder and cheered for Norton there.

In the hot atmosphere, people thought that the whole Tamsalu was going to tremble and sink. The soldiers on both sides began to rub, as if they were going to fight.

Just as the people on both sides were about to pull out their weapons, a lazy voice sounded!

"I said, what the hell are you doing? The people on both sides stay with me honestly. The two of them want to fight hand-to-hand. Just fucking take good care of me! Who the fuck dares to use a knife to fight? I will be the first to kill him! Now, guys, is there any place to vent your anger?

Once the supreme ruler of Tamsalu comes forward, nothing will come out. If you want to fight, I'm afraid even Tiger. House's hair didn't touch it, and he was already lying on the ground. There is no shortage of street people who want to die in this city, but in the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps, it is absolutely not allowed to have scum who draw knives immediately when blood surges up. Are their companions maimed? Or do you take the term "paoze partner" as a piece of miscellaneous that can be weighed? If there is such an immantic person, then kill him!

Boss Ma likes power, which man doesn't? But he doesn't like to take power as a commonplace, especially when there is a fight between two closest friends that he doesn't know whether to be called a man or not.

"Head."

People on both sides looked at Tiger. House, but his eyes were more on the two giants fighting on the field.

The strong muscles of the Vikings and Tauren are really envious of their strength and breathtaking.

Ma Hu just looked coldly at Sahili and Norton in the field. There was blood on the corners of their mouths for a long time. Maybe no one knew that they had a little thick color, but no one would retreat! A joke? If you step back, do you still look like a man?

"Fuck you!"

In the battle between two scum, there is no such cruelty of enemies and enemies. Well, these two people are smart people...