On a nearby giant rock that had been washed by the waves all year round, a boy wearing old black and white clothes and a black and brown checkered hat was rubbing his eyes that were full of dark circles and yawning as he read a thick hardcover book.
Apart from the three people Angor saw, there was another one who caught his attention.
It was a bald young man with dark brown skin. His upper body was naked, and under the hot sun, Angor could see the gloss of palm oil on his skin. His appearance was very much in line with the taste of noblewomen. He was wild and handsome, with an untamed and domineering aura that seemed to come from the wilderness.
Apart from Nausica, they were the only ones who did not show any hostility toward him. In other words, they did not care about Angor at all.
Of course, there were exceptions.
The boy on the rock seemed to be curious about Angor. He kept sneaking glances at Angor. The boy did not feel embarrassed when Angor saw him. Instead, he smiled back at Angor.
It was a very pure and kind smile, but there was a hint of restraint in it.
Angor was also curious about the boy. Judging from his appearance, the boy looked like an innocent boy. How did he pass the deathmatches? Or was his innocent look just a trick to confuse others?
Apart from these four, the other winners of the deathmatches all showed hostility toward Angor. Even Nausica's subordinate, Ebony, still treated Angor with arrogance after Nausica taught him a lesson last time.
"Hey, little guy. You've been so cocky these days. You keep showing up in front of me. It's so annoying I want to kill you." "I've been meaning to ask you. What's your relationship with the wizard in the tent?" asked a man with a bloodthirsty look on his face. He was wearing a tiger-skin skirt, and his hair was as thin as a needle. "I've been meaning to ask you.
Angor looked at the man who was almost twice as tall as him and frowned. He smelled a thick stench of sweat from the man's body, as well as a faint smell of blood.
"My relationship with them has nothing to do with you." Angor was not a coward. He instinctively felt disgusted by the man's smell. As a matter of fact, Angor also smelled blood on the topless boy, which was even worse than this man's. But strangely, Angor felt a sense of intimacy toward the boy, while this man only made him feel uncomfortable.
"Hehe, you dare to not reply? Do you know what happened to the last person who dared to talk to me like this?" The man in the tiger-skin skirt suddenly opened his eyes wide, "They were all killed by me, hehehe. You know what? Every time you walk by, I want to chop your limbs off, put a stick through your mouth, and hang you on a banner just like those bastards. "
The man grabbed Angor's collar and lifted him up to his face.
The smell of sweat and rotten flesh rushed into Angor's nose.
The boy on the rock saw Angor being caught by the man and became worried. The others watched the farce in front of them expressionlessly.
"Ah! Damn it! Ow ow ow … "The man suddenly let go of Angor and cried out in pain.
The dramatic change attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked over and found that it was a strange seabird wearing a tuxedo and a red bow tie. It was attacking the man crazily.
Toby followed Angor every day on the cloud whale, so everyone who was not too far away from Angor's tent had seen the bird before.
He did not expect the bird to be so brave and fierce, and its attack speed was so fast that he could only see its shadow. The most amazing thing was that it attacked the weakest parts of the human body, the eyes and blood vessels. In a short while, the man in the animal skin skirt was covered in blood.
Angor was also shocked by Toby's power. He thought he was going to get beaten up, but Toby, who had been sleeping in his hair, suddenly went on a rampage and finished off the bulky man in no time.
Angor stepped back and saw Toby pecked at the man's neck. Blood was oozing out of the man's neck.
"Toby, come back!" Angor did not want to kill anyone, so he asked Toby to come back to him. Toby gave him a lot of face and came back as soon as he called. He didn't sit on his head, but stood on his shoulder with his head held high, like a general returning triumphantly after winning a battle. It was very impressive. Angor praised Toby in a low voice, which boosted Toby's confidence even more.
Angor believed that the man would learn to control himself after this incident. To Angor's surprise, as soon as Toby stopped attacking, the man roared, took out a sharp bone knife from his waist, and dashed at him like a madman.
"Be careful!" The boy on the giant rock couldn't help but shout.
Angor saw it as well. Toby also joined the fight, but the man ignored Toby completely and kept stabbing at Angor despite his injury.
Angor's expression darkened. He did not expect the man to be so mean. Angor tried his best to dodge to the side, but he was still slower than the man.
Before Angor was about to be stabbed by the bone knife, a figure rushed over and kicked the man into the air.
When he regained his senses, he saw a slim figure wearing a brown leather coat and silver scale shoulder armor standing in front of him.
"Nausica …" Angor called her name. "Thank you."
"Boy, you need more training. If you can't even dodge something like this, you'll have a hard time living in the future," Nausica said to Angor while tilting her head. The light cast a faint golden curve on her face, which made her look unruly and carefree.
Being called "weak" by a woman made Angor feel terrible.
"Hookdick, I didn't think you'd fall so low as to bully a child. What a disappointment." She stomped her foot on the man's face and kicked him away in disdain. The man's eyes widened in fear.
"Don't show mercy to anyone who's hostile to you. That's what keeps you alive, "Nausica said to Angor.
Angor nodded shyly. He knew he would be in danger if he was a little slower. Perhaps, it was time for him to change his way of doing things.
Nausica said, "That man is called Hookdick, the chief of a small tribe on the edge of Ferran Continent. He kills people like flies. I don't know if he's lucky or something, but he's also a talent."
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