"Caesar!"
A man pushed open the door and entered. His skin was dark, and his face was painted with a white skull pattern, making him look very ferocious. His body was riddled with wounds, many of which looked like they had been scratched by wild beasts, but the two most serious ones seemed to have been scratched by sharp weapons. It was definitely a very sharp weapon. Although the wound had already healed, one could see the grooves left behind by the disappearance of a portion of the flesh.
The stitches made the man look as if there were two large centipedes crawling on his body. Every time he saw these two wounds, Caesar's heart skipped a beat. He could not forget that night when the flames lit up. It was the man in front of him who had risked his life to take two knives for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.
"Baku, my brother, you're back." Caesar opened his arms to welcome him.
The two men did not embrace so much as bump into each other, which was more appropriate. They collided heavily, and a smile appeared on the face of the man named Baku. Very quickly, the smile disappeared again. "I heard you brought a few strangers back. What happened?"
"Those are just travelers from afar."
"Is it really that simple? I think those cunning fellows from Sur City are pretending. Have you forgotten that they have been staring at the Ash Mountain Range for the past two years? "Baku spat out two balls of hot air from his nostrils." Let me kill them. "
"Don't act recklessly. They are also magicians, and their strength is not low." Cried Caesar.
"Magicians are not good people!" Baku said gloomily, "I want to cut off their heads and use them to pay homage to the spirits of my ancestors."
"Enough, Baku." Caesar shook his head. "They're not from Sur City. If they were, they would have attacked the stronghold long ago. We have enough enemies, so don't provoke anyone else. "
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 clansmen. Baku, don't make enemies at will. "
Baku snorted, but did not object. He slammed the door and left. Caesar shook his head when he heard his roar from outside. He turned around and bowed to a skeleton. "Ancestor, please wake Baku up. He has been blinded by anger. If this goes on, he'll get lost sooner or later. "
Caesar raised his head and stared at the empty eye sockets on the bones for a while. He sighed and stood up.
In the evening, the door of the wooden house was suddenly knocked open. Baku barged in, his tanned face flushed dark red, and his entire body reeked of alcohol. Allen glanced at him but didn't move. William took a few steps in Allen's direction. If this man attacked, he could intercept him at any time. Belmord quietly circled behind him, his hands behind his back as he slid down the pitch-black dagger from his sleeve.
In the blink of an eye, Baku had already been surrounded.
Fortunately, he didn't do anything that would cause a misunderstanding. He just glanced at Allen and the others and said in a low voice, "Caesar trusts you, but I don't trust you at all. You'd better not do anything strange, or Baku will twist your heads off. "
Then the wind slammed the door and left.
Allen and the others looked at each other. At this moment, Caesar walked in. He obviously bumped into Baku and apologized, "Baku is disturbing you. He is a good warrior and a loyal man. Two years ago, the people of Sur City suddenly attacked us. Baku lost his wife and children that night, so he was filled with anger. Please don't blame him. "
Allen nodded and said, "We can understand."
"Then, the party is about to begin. Guests, follow me."
The party was held in the open space of the stronghold. The Baymonds made a fire with dead wood and stacked stones in a circle to prevent the fire from spreading to other places. The young and beautiful Baymond women danced around the campfire. Their dance was like a sacrificial ritual, and their movements were solemn and dignified. Drums made of animal skins and bugles made of animal bones played desolate tunes filled with primitive flavor in the mouths of the men's subordinates.
The beast that had been hunted at noon had already been roasted. The natives cut off the meat with stone knives and placed it in palm-sized leaves. They brought it to the stone table of Allen and the others. Caesar picked up a stone bowl filled with wine brewed by the Baymonds and shouted, "Let us toast our guests from afar."
Allen and the others did as the Romans did, drinking and eating meat in large mouthfuls, feeling quite happy.
In his conversation with Caesar, Allen found out that the mountain range they had landed in was called Ash. Ash meant wealth in the language of the locals, and the Baymonds had moved to this mountain range a long time ago. They called themselves the people of the mountain, or simply the mountain people.
The Baymonds weren't the only ones with Caesar. They had many branches in the Ash Mountain Range, more than ten tribes, and a total of 17 leaders. Their ancestors had lived in the mountains for generations and rarely stepped out of the Ash Mountain Range. The Baymonds were tough and brave. Whether it was the harsh environment or the dangerous wild beasts, they had not been exterminated. But now, they had clearly encountered some trouble.
The trouble came from Sur City.
It was a city more than a hundred kilometers away from the Ash Mountain Range. For some reason, the people of that city had entered the Ash Mountain Range frequently two years ago and clashed with the Baymonds.
In the past two years, Baymonds had lost more blood than they had in a century!
"But we won't back down. If those damned people from Sur City dare to attack us, I will pierce through their hearts." Caesar raised his crystal spear and shouted, "The warriors of the Baymonds can shed every drop of blood in their bodies to defend their homeland!"
The surrounding natives raised their spears and roared, echoing Caesar's words.
The atmosphere of the party was pushed to a climax. During the entire process, only Baku silently buried his head in wine. Towards the end of the party, gunshots suddenly rang out from outside the stronghold. However, this gunshot was very monotonous and rough. It was completely different from the Fire Fighting Rifles that Allen's soldiers were equipped with.
Edward quietly wrote the word "fire/gun" on the stone table with his wine-stained fingers. Allen suddenly realized that it sounded similar to the sound of a flintlock fire/gun. However, that kind of fire/gun could already be classified as an antique on Earth.
Then, the roars of horses and native warriors rose and fell one after another.
A warrior ran to Caesar with a spear in his hand and half-knelt down. "It's the adventurers of Sur City. They're attacking!"
At the end of Caesar's reply, Baku had already smashed his bowl and roared at Allen and the others, "Look, Caesar, I told you they were in the same group. These people are enemies. Let me kill them! "
Allen said calmly, "It's useless to say more. Why don't you give us a chance to prove ourselves? How about we repel the adventurers for you? "
He looked at Caesar.
Caesar nodded, "Follow me."
Allen and the others followed the tribal leader to the exit of the stronghold. Edward whispered in Allen's ear, "It's useful to keep one alive."
There was a wooden building at the exit of the stronghold. Standing on it, one could see the scene in the distance. Allen and the others went upstairs and stood behind Caesar. Under the night sky, the flames were boundless. The Baymond warriors were fighting with five or six strangers. Those should be the so-called adventurers. Their clothes were clearly different from those of Allen and the others. These men were wearing long clothes, riding boots, and gloves.
One of them wore a half-body armor and danced vigorously with a steel axe in his hand. He resisted the attacks of four or five native warriors by himself. He was clearly the leader of the adventurers. The other two stood on both sides of the leader with swords and sabers, forming a small battle formation.
There were two more people behind him, one of whom was holding a long-barreled fire/gun. He was loading the gun with bullets. The other person raised his hand, and a pattern of light flashed across his exposed skin in the air, forming a pattern on the back of his hand. With a wave of his hand, the man threw a fireball at the native warrior to share the pressure on the three of them.
Allen whispered, "Engrave!"
Edward nodded and said, "Leave the guy who knows how to inscribe."
"He might be the strongest of these people."
"That's right, but he's also the oldest." Edward chuckled and said, "Older people are always more afraid of death than young people."
Allen understood and glanced at Belmore. The latter retreated and disappeared into the shadows.
At this time, the native warriors could no longer resist the cooperation of the other adventurers and were retreating step by step. Caesar glanced at Allen. Allen smiled and said, "Welik, are you coming or should I?"
William jumped down from the tower and answered with his actions. Edward also said, "I'll go down and play too."
"Are you going to put someone to sleep again?" Allen asked.
The Maritans smiled. "Something else this time."
Allen wanted to feel out his background, so he naturally had no objection. On the other side, William had already joined the battlefield. As soon as he joined, the adventurers' offensive was immediately suppressed. The lines on the Angry Beast Armor lit up, activating the sequence of the armor. Wilick alone had a faint tendency to suppress the three of them. The adventurers were continuously forced back by Wilick, and when the two companions behind them saw this, they immediately changed their targets.
The gunner aimed his gun at William. At this moment, a gentle breeze blew past, but he didn't care. However, his neck turned cold. He subconsciously touched it, but he touched a hand of boiling liquid. Blood. A small wound had appeared on the Musketeer's neck, but blood was still gushing out of it. When the engraver saw this, he was immediately stunned. When he heard his companion's strange cry, he could only restrain his mind. The engraving on the back of his hand lit up, and he was about to throw out a fireball to support his companion.
A pitch-black dagger gently poked out from behind and rested on his neck. Belmore appeared from the shadows like a devil and whispered in the adventurer's ear, "If you don't want to die, disperse your Origin Energy."
Without the support of the gunner and engraver, the three adventurers in front of them were quickly defeated. Welik ruthlessly used the heavy artillery fist and the fierce blow alternately. Under the storm-like fist momentum, the adventurers on the left and right sides fell first. The leader blocked a few punches and was continuously smashed in the chest by Welik. Immediately, his armor deformed. The man spat out blood and was shocked to death by Welik's fist energy.
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