On Earth, there was a famous story in Sui Xiong's motherland, which said that children were flowers in the garden, growing up in the sunshine and warmth of the motherland.
And in this strange world that obviously lacked warmth, the young buds would not be as strong as they were when they were growing up. Some would wither, some would wither, some would only bloom but not bear fruit … There were also a few that, although they bore fruit, were oddities.
Well, this orc nicknamed "Bloody Hand" was a typical weirdo.
"He wants us to give him the 'legendary treasure', or he will kill innocent villagers … Gerrard, is this guy out of his mind, or is he crazy?" Sui Xiong thought for a while, but still could not understand this godlike logic, so he could only ask.
However, Gerrard could not give a reasonable answer, because he was also puzzled.
Kindness did not mean stupidity. Taking some villagers that they did not even know as hostages, and threatening them with them … This was simply an insult to their intelligence!
"What on earth do you want to say?" Gerrard could not help but ask, "Why should I give you a precious treasure in exchange for you not killing these villagers? Can't I just wipe you all out? "
Apparently, Ruhr had expected Roland's answer. He smirked, "You can kill me, but I've let my subordinates scatter. As long as you do not give me the bracelet, they will soon kill all the civilians that can be killed! "
"Make your decision. Do you care about a mere treasure? Or do you care about the lives of those innocent people? "
His smile was wicked and mean, and his short nose was almost raised. Sticky saliva flowed down along his fangs, giving off a disgusting stench in the sunlight.
Gerrard was so angry that he laughed, and was going to give him a punch in the face, so that he could be a good person in his next life, if there was one. But Sui Xiong stopped him.
"Haha … I have never seen such a shameless person!" Sui Xiong sneered, and his killing intent was overflowing, "You can't defeat me in PK, so you come to kill the newbie that I am training with? Haha … Hahahaha … If I don't kill him, I will delete my account and make him not dare to come online again for the rest of his life. I can't think straight! "
"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"
"Give him the bracelet," Sui Xiong said coldly. "I'll inform you when things are settled."
Gerrard was shocked. "What?! Give him the Void Gaze? To this despicable scoundrel? "
"Give it to him. Then turn around and leave. Don't look back. "
From Sui Xiong's gloomy tone, Gerrard realized something and secretly shuddered.
He understood that this ridiculously evil Orc bandit had completely infuriated the great Void Mask. What awaited this guy was an extremely tragic end.
Angering a True God, and then foolishly bringing along the holy relic that the True God's incarnation resided in. What would happen to such an impossibly stupid fellow?
The kind Gerrard didn't want to think about it anymore. He was afraid that he would have nightmares if he thought too much.
He took off the bone bracelet on his right wrist and threw it to Ruhr. He didn't want to see the greedy robber catch the treasure in a flurry, and then he turned around and left, showing an uncontrollable and ugly look of ecstasy.
He walked very fast. On the one hand, he didn't want to see the tragic end that was about to befall this guy. On the other hand, he felt disgusted.
The behavior of this Orc bandit could no longer be described as evil or ugly. It was as disgusting as rotten meat. Gerrard thought that he was not a fly or a dung eater, so he really couldn't force himself to stay with this kind of thing.
Ruhr didn't care about this stupid good guy. At this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the bone bracelet that he had just received.
This treasure really contained a strong magic power, just as the information he had received said. Although the magic aura on it was not dazzling, and it seemed that it was something that could be bought by an adventurer who had been in Jianghu for a few years. But when he really held this bracelet in his hand, he could feel that the magic contained in it was so abundant that it was almost endless!
He wanted to put the bone bracelet on, but found that it was a bracelet for the giants, but it was too big for him to use as a bracelet. After thinking for a while, he hung it around his neck as a collar.
Although … even if it was used as a collar, it seemed to be a little too big.
But he didn't care anymore. When he put on the "collar", he saw a white light flash in front of him, and then he felt an endless power surging from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that he had become extremely powerful, extremely confident, and omnipotent. For a moment, he had the heroic spirit of "If the heavens want to destroy me, I will go against the heavens; if the gods want to stop me, I will kill the gods." His momentum even made the plants around him tremble and bow to him.
"What a good treasure!" He couldn't help laughing.
After laughing, he turned to look at his subordinates and asked proudly, "What do you think of this treasure?"
The next moment, his smile froze on his face.
What he saw was not his subordinates who had been with him for many years, but soft and sticky pieces of meat that were waving countless tentacles and making strange sounds.
Ruhr exclaimed and subconsciously stepped back a few steps until he bumped into a tree and regained his balance.
But he immediately felt that something was wrong. What he felt on his back was not the hard touch of a tree, but something soft and sticky, as if it was going to stick to his body.
He hurriedly struggled and finally broke free from the sticky thing. When he looked back, he saw that there were no longer any trees in the place where the forest should have been. Instead, there were only tentacles of all sizes waving around in a messy mess.
Looking carefully, he vaguely saw faces on those tentacles, and those faces seemed a little familiar.
He couldn't help but take a closer look, only to see that the originally blurry faces gradually became clearer. They were furry and ugly, with short noses, fangs protruding from their thick lips, and scars on their faces …
Suddenly, he came to a realization.
Those were the faces of his subordinates, the members of the Cavalry of Orcs and Wolves!
At this moment, those faces that were not clear enough suddenly became clear. They were all faces that he was familiar with! But there was no fierceness and obedience on those faces. Instead, they were full of fear, lifeless, and pale, which was unique to corpses.
Ruhr roared loudly and quickly pulled out his scimitar, carefully guarding himself.
"What … what are you!" He roared and waved his scimitar to encourage himself. "How dare you play tricks in front of me, Bloody Hand! Believe it or not, I will cut you into pieces!"
A strange laughter suddenly sounded in his ears. Without hesitation, he slashed in the direction where the laughter came from, but he missed his target.
He turned around and saw a monster with an orc's face, but its body was full of tentacles. It did not even have a fixed shape, and it was floating in the air, looking at him with lifeless eyes.
A sharp sound, like a cat's claws tearing steel, came from the neck.
"Come back, come back to us."
Voices came from all directions, repeating, "Come back, come back." These voices were high or low, old or young, but they were all lifeless, without any vitality.
But if you listened carefully, you could clearly hear endless joy in those voices.
Ruhr screamed miserably, waved his scimitar, and rushed to the place where there were the least monsters.
As a habitual bandit, he was certainly afraid of death. But even if he was going to die, he would never die in the hands of these strange monsters!
His intuition told him that if he fell into the hands of these monsters, it would be hard for him to die even if he wanted to!
"King of Beasts (God of Orcs), please bless me!" he prayed and ran forward desperately, wanting to leave those monsters far behind.
However, he did not know why, although he was running wildly, he did not feel that he was moving forward at all, and the scenery around him did not change at all.
He looked down and saw that it was not solid soil under his feet, but something that was wriggling. There was also a cold mucus flowing on the surface of that thing, and it covered his feet.
Ruhr shouted wildly and waved his scimitar to cut in all directions. Although he could not cut anything, he seemed to have regained his courage through this method, and even his feet were a little steadier.
"Come on! Uncle Ruhr is not afraid of death! "
The strange tentacles that had the faces of his subordinates quickly closed in. Although they were not very strong, they were sticky and tough, and the sharp magic scimitar could not even leave a mark on them.
Ruhr, who had been forced into a desperate situation, clenched his teeth and desperately slashed. If one slash was not enough, he would make two or three slashes; if only the scimitar was not enough, he would use punches and kicks, and even bite with his teeth.
He could no longer remember when was the last time he was in such a sorry state. His thoughts gradually became muddled and unclear, as if they were filled with half-solidified grease, sticky and unclear.
He did not know how long it had been, but his scimitar was no longer in his hand, and his hands and feet had lost their strength. Even the weapons that he was born with — his teeth — were all so sore that he could not bite.
Those tentacles finally defeated him, and they entangled him tightly. They became tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.
His vision gradually began to blur, and the extreme exhaustion made his heart and lungs hurt every time he breathed. However, compared with the pain from the depths of his head, the pain in his chest was nothing.
The pain from the deepest part of his head was so sore and itchy that he almost wanted to smash his head with an ax, dig out his brain, throw it on the ground, and trample on it.
But there was nothing he could do, and he could only watch a huge tentacle with the same vague face slowly approaching him. A big mouth full of tiny teeth appeared on the tentacle, and countless small teeth rubbed against each other, making a sharp sound.
For a moment, he felt that he should pray, but his chaotic mind could not give a clear answer.
Who should he pray to? How should he pray? He could not remember any of them.
The next moment, he even forgot about "praying".
When he was entangled by the tentacles and sent into the huge mouth, he finally saw the face of the huge tentacle.
It was his own face.
The last trace of clarity in his mind collapsed with a loud bang, leaving behind only an endless and sticky chaos. The bandit leader, who was only left with a human body, grinned and showed a weird smile.
"Haha … haha … haha …"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
