Chapter 392
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The barbarian army fell in front of the barrier after a few minutes. More than 80% of the barbarians and their mounts were killed by Dean's arrows. The rest of the barbarians were killed by Reid and others. They were outnumbered but won a great victory!
While the crowd rejoiced, they looked at the young man with the bow in the middle of the canyon with even more awe. Whether it was the barrier he built with the corpses of his enemies or the power of his arrows, everyone admired him. The young man was not only a noble magic master, but also a combat genius.
Dean asked the three archers to give him their spare quiver after the end of the battle. All three of them readily agreed and handed it to Dean without any explanation.
"Take a rest and pick up the weapons of the barbarians. We have to hold on for a long time." Dean ordered as he sat down in front of the two barbarian captives.
Reid took out his drinking water and handed it to Dean: "Master, take a rest."
Dean glanced at him: "If you want me to live longer then don't come close to me and don't give me food."
Reid was startled as he thought of the previous assassination attempt. He sighed and took back the water: "Master, I'm really sorry about this, I …"
"It's all in the past. It's not your responsibility so don't mess around." Dean took out his own water and drank it: "If there's nothing else then go and help clean up the corpses and the battlefield. I don't need anyone to accompany me."
Reid smiled bitterly and turned away.
The night was as cold as water.
Half an hour after the end of the battle another team of barbarians appeared outside the canyon. The battle started again. This time they relied on the corpses and Dean's arrows to win the battle with zero casualties.
A short night passed.
Dean and others were exhausted. They had encountered four battles in succession. Although the duration of each battle wasn't long but it still exhausted everyone's strength.
The sky had just turned bright when it started to rain heavily.
The bad weather made Reid and the others curse unceasingly. They prayed to the God of Light to stop the rain.
Dean put on a raincoat and sat in front of the two captives. He quietly watched the rain.
Yvette and the other savage young man were tied up and lying on the ground. Their armors were quickly soaked by the rain, their hair was wet and stuck to their faces, and the mud splashed from the ground was all over their bodies.
If it was just the rain, Ivette could still accept it. She was not a delicate lady inside the wall. But what annoyed her the most was that when it rained, the demon boy next to her was humming a strange song from time to time. He looked very leisurely and didn't mean to shelter them from the rain. Every time the mud on the ground splashed on her nostrils and lips, the anger in her heart burned even more.
Dean hummed for a moment. He curiously looked at the female barbarian: "Do you barbarians have a birthday custom?"
Yvette licked the muddy water on her mouth and spat it out. She said coldly: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, when is your birthday?" Dudian asked.
"What does this have to do with you?"
"Just casually asking."
Yvette was so angry that she rolled her eyes, but the muddy water in front of her splashed into her eyes. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to reach out and rub her eyes, but her arms were too weak. She could only squeeze her eyes out with her eyelids.
Dean quietly looked at her for a moment. His fingers gently swept across her eyes and wiped the muddy water from the corner of her eyes. He looked up at the hazy rain in the distance. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He gently hummed the ballad that his sister once sang.
Three hundred years. The language was still there but the people were gone.
In the vast land, he was the only one fighting alone.
The sky and the land were no longer familiar to him.
This person, this thing, all of them were enemies.
He slowly hummed through his nose and gradually became silent.
Feeling the mud in her eyes being wiped away, Ivette couldn't help but be startled. She looked up and the anger in her eyes was gradually replaced by surprise as if she had seen something incredible. She stared blankly for a long time. When she heard the strange voice stopped, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you humming? Is this the music of the people inside the wall? "
Dean turned to look at her: "Music doesn't distinguish between national boundaries or types."
Yvette was stunned. At this moment, she had an illusion that the boy who exuded a dark and evil temperament a moment ago had turned into a warm and kind beam of sunshine in the blink of an eye. This completely opposite change made her startled for a moment, but she quickly reacted and looked at him suspiciously. She lowered her head and said nothing more. Thinking that the boy must be deliberately teasing her again, she decided to ignore him.
The rain didn't stop.
There were traces of barbarians outside the canyon. Dean grabbed his bow and ordered everyone to prepare for the battle. After a night of fierce battle, he had become the leader of the team. No one felt that there was anything wrong with his orders.
The battle soon ended. The blood was washed away by the rain and the rain stopped.
They won with zero casualties. Shortly after the end of the battle, a cavalry came from the rear. It was the young archer who had left earlier. He saw Dean and others were still standing at the entrance of the canyon. He was relieved. He quickly jumped off the horse and said to Dean: "Greetings master. Military reinforcements will arrive soon."
Reid and the others were relieved as they heard this. They smiled.
Dean nodded and turned to the crowd: "Everyone pack up and prepare for the handover. We will escort the two captives back for interrogation. We will try to interrogate them as soon as possible."
In the continuous battles in Scarlet Canyon, he had killed hundreds of barbarians and captured a Royal Barbarian. These two meritorious deeds were enough for him to become a knight. The rest could be handed over to the military.
"Yes." Everyone replied.
Dean came to the front of the two barbarian captives and whispered to the female barbarian: "We will take you back to the military for interrogation. There will be all kinds of torture to make you confess. I have said before that you have to cooperate with me if you want to live. You only need to confess about the 'Mellon consortium'. If they ask who is the mastermind of the Mellon consortium then you will say Mr Mark, Mr Rudolph and another person called Sarah Mel."
Ivette was startled as she looked at Dean: "These people are your enemies. Do you want to use my mouth to attack them? Aren't you afraid that I will confess? "
Dean stretched out his hand to hold her cheek. This slight action made Ivette's pupils shrink. Her hair stood up as she instinctively tightened her cheeks. Dean raised his palm but this time it wasn't fast. He gently touched her cheek: "How could I let you go back alive if I didn't expect this? It's useless for you to confess to me because your companion has already confessed to me once. But no one believes it. So you have to be obedient. No one likes disobedient pets. Do you understand? "
"Pet?" Ivette stared at Dean in anger as she heard the word.
Dean smiled and touched the corner of her eyes: "Your eyes are very beautiful."
When Ivette heard these soft words, she felt a chill in her heart as if she was bitten by a poisonous snake. She hurriedly lowered her head and gritted her teeth. After a moment, she said: "I promise you, but you must guarantee my safety."
Dean smiled: "You won't die as long as you are obedient. But it is inevitable that you will suffer." After saying that, he stood up. Seeing that the others were almost done packing up, he asked the young archer, "Where's the army? Are they not here yet?"
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