Chapter 308 Adventurers

"Caesar!"

A man pushed the door and entered. He had dark skin and a white skull pattern painted on his face, making him look very hideous. His body was full of scars, many of which seemed to be scratched by wild animals, but the two most serious ones seemed to have been scratched by sharp objects. It must be a very sharp weapon. Although the wound has healed, you can see the groove left by the wound due to the disappearance of part of the flesh.

The suture marks made the man look as if there were two giant centipedes crawling on his body. Every time he saw these two scars, Caesar's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't forget that night lit by flames, it was the man in front of him who was stabbed twice for him regardless of his own safety. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

"Baku, my brother, you are back." Caesar greeted him with open arms.

It would be more appropriate for the two men to say that they collided rather than embraced. They slammed into each other, and the man named Baku smiled. Soon, the smile disappeared again: "I heard that you brought some strangers back, what's going on?"

"Those are travelers from afar."

"Is it really that simple? I think those cunning guys in Suer City pretended to be. Have you forgotten that they have been staring at the Asi Mountains all the time for the past two years." Baku exhaled two balls of hot air from his nostrils: " Let me kill them."

"Don't mess around, they are also magicians, and their strength is not low." Caesar shouted.

"Magicians are not good things!" Baku said grimly, "I will cut off their heads and use them to pay homage to the spirits of our ancestors."

"Enough, Baku." Caesar shook his head: "They are not from Suer City. If they were, they would have attacked the stockade long ago. We already have enough enemies, so don't provoke others."

Baku frowned: "Brave Caesar, when did you become so timid?"

"Because what I have to consider is not only the treasures of my ancestors, but also the safety of my people. Baku, don't make enemies at will."

Baku snorted, but didn't object, he slammed the door and walked out. He faintly heard his roar outside, Caesar shook his head, turned around and bowed to a pair of skeletons: "Ancestor, please wake up Baku, he has been blinded by anger. If this continues, he will get lost sooner or later." .”

Caesar raised his head, stared at the hollow/eye sockets on the dense bone for a while, and stood up with a low sigh.

In the evening, the door of the wooden house was suddenly knocked open. Baku barged in, his dark face turned dark red, and he smelled of alcohol. Allen glanced at him,

There is no action. Willick moved a few steps in Allen's direction, and he could intercept this man at any time if he made a move. Belmode walked around behind him calmly, with his hands behind his back sliding down the short black blade.

In a blink of an eye, Baku has been outflanked back and forth.

Fortunately, he didn't make any moves that caused misunderstandings. He just glanced at Alan and the others with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Caesar trusts you, but I don't trust you at all. You'd better not act strange or Baku will screw your heads off."

Then the wind knocked on the door again and left.

Allen and the others looked at each other when Caesar walked in. He obviously ran into Baku and apologized: "Baku bothered you. He is a good fighter and a loyal man. Two years ago, Sur People from the city suddenly attacked us, and Baku lost his wife and children that night, so he is full of anger, please don't blame him."

Allen nodded and said, "We can understand."

"Then, the party is about to begin, and the guests come with me."

The party was held in the open space of the stockade. Baimeng people lit a fire with dead wood, and then stacked stones in a circle to prevent the fire from spreading to other places. The young and fit Baimeng women danced around the bonfire. Their dance was like a sacrificial ceremony, with a sense of solemnity in their movements. Drums made of animal skins and horns made of animal bones played desolate tones full of primitive flavor in the mouths of men's subordinates.

The hunted beast at noon had already been roasted, and the natives cut off the meat with stone knives, put it in palm-sized leaves, and brought it to the stone table of Allen and others. Caesar picked up a stone bowl filled with wine brewed by the Baimeng people and said loudly, "Let us offer a bowl to our guests from afar."

Alan and the others went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, and they all drank and ate meat, feeling quite happy.

During the conversation with Caesar, Allen found out that the mountain range they forced to land on was named Aspen. Asi means wealth in the language of the local people, and the Baimeng people have moved to this mountain range a long time ago. They call themselves the people of the mountain, or mountain people for short.

The Baimeng people are not limited to the Caesars. They have multiple branches in the Aspen Mountains, more than ten tribes, and a total of 17 leaders. Their ancestors lived in the mountains for generations, and they rarely stepped out of the Aspen Mountains. The Baimon people are tough and brave, and neither the harsh environment nor dangerous beasts have made them extinct. But now, they obviously encountered some troubles.

The trouble came from Sur City.

It was a city more than a hundred kilometers away from the Asi Mountains. For some reason, the people in that city had entered the Asi Mountains frequently since two years ago, and clashed with the Baimons.

In the past two years, Baimeng people have shed more blood than in a century!

"But we won't back down. If those damn Sur people dare to attack us, I will pierce their hearts." Caesar raised his spar spear and said loudly: "Warriors of the Baimons, you can Defend the homeland and shed every drop of blood!"

The surrounding natives raised their spears and roared, echoing Caesar's words.

The atmosphere of the party was thus pushed, and during the whole process, only Baku kept his head buried in drinking in silence. At the end of the party, gunshots suddenly sounded from outside the cottage. It's just that the gunshot was very monotonous and rough, and it was completely different from the fiery rifle equipped by Allen's soldiers.

Edward quietly wrote the word "fire/gun" on the stone table with his finger stained with wine, and Allen suddenly realized that it sounded similar to the firing sound of a flintlock fire/gun. It's just that that kind of fire/gun can already be classified as an antique on Earth.

Then the horses neighed and the native warriors shouted one after another.

A soldier ran up to Caesar with a spear in his hand, half-kneeling and said, "It's the adventurers from Sur City, they're attacking!"

At the end of Caesar's reply, Baku had already thrown the bowl and roared, pointing at Allen and the others: "Look, Caesar, I said that they are a group. These people are enemies, let me kill them!"

Allen said indifferently: "It's useless to talk more, why don't you give us a chance to prove ourselves. How about letting us repel the adventurers for you?"

He looked at Caesar.

Caesar nodded: "Come with me."

The four of Allen followed the tribal leader to the exit of the cottage, and Edward whispered beside Allen, "It's useful to keep someone alive."

There is a wooden building at the exit of the cottage, on which you can see the scene in the distance. Alan and the others went upstairs and stood behind Caesar to watch. Under the darkness of night, there was a vast expanse of flames. The Baimon warriors were fighting with five or six strangers, and those should be the so-called adventurers. Their dress was obviously different from that of Alan and the others. These men wore long coats, riding boots, and gloves.

One of them put on a half body armor and danced vigorously with a steel beheading axe. One of them withstood the attacks of four or five indigenous warriors, obviously the leader of the adventurers. The other two, the envoys with long swords and double swords, stood on both sides of the leader, forming a small battle formation.

There are two more people behind, one of whom is holding a long-barreled fire/gun in his hand. He was filling the fire/gun with bullets, and the other person raised his hand, and the skin exposed in the air had light streaks passing by, forming a pattern on the back of the hand. . With a wave of his hand, the man threw a fireball at the native warrior to share the pressure of the three of them.

Allen said softly: "Engrave!"

Edward nodded and said, "Just keep the guy who can use the engraving."

"He's probably the strongest of the bunch."

"That's right, but he is also the oldest." Edward chuckled and said, "Old people are always more afraid of death than young people."

Alan understood and glanced at Belmode. The latter stepped back and disappeared into the shadows for a moment.

At this time, the native warriors could no longer withstand the cooperation of the opponent's adventurers, and were retreating steadily. Caesar glanced at Alan, and Alan smiled and said, "Willik, are you coming or me?"

Willick jumped straight from the tower and answered with action. Edward also said, "I'll go down and play too."

"Are you going to put someone to sleep again?" Allen asked.

The Maritan smiled: "This time, change to something else."

Allen was trying to touch his background, so naturally he didn't object. On the other side, Willick has joined the battlefield. As soon as he joined, the adventurer's offensive was immediately suppressed. All the lines on the gauntlets of the angry beast lit up, activating the sequence of the gauntlets, and Willick had a faint tendency to press down on the other three to fight. Those adventurers were constantly pushed back by Willick, and the two companions behind saw them and immediately shifted their targets.

The fire/gunner aimed his gun at Willick, who didn't mind the breeze as it blew. But when his neck felt cold, he subconsciously touched it, but found a hot liquid in his hand. Blood, a small wound opened on the fire/gunman's neck at some point, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out. The engraver next to him was stunned when he saw it. At this time, he heard his companion screaming strangely, he could only restrain his mind, and as soon as the engraving on the back of his hand lit up, he wanted to throw a fireball to support his companion.

A pitch-black short knife protruded gently from behind, resting on his neck. Belmode appeared from the shadows like a demon, and said in the adventurer's ear: "If you don't want to die, disperse the source power to me."

Without the support of the fire/gunners and engraving divisions behind, the first three adventurers were quickly lost. Willick slammed down the killer, alternately using heavy cannon punches and slamming punches. Under the stormy punches, the adventurers on the left and right fell first. The leader managed to block a few punches, and was hit in the chest by Willick continuously. Immediately, the armor was deformed, and the man spat out blood, which was shocked to death by Willick's punches.

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