"Caesar!"

A man pushed the door open, his skin dark, his face painted with a white skull pattern, making him look very hideous. He was covered in scars, many of which looked like they had been scratched by wild beasts, but the two strictest ones seemed to have been scraped by sharp weapons. It must have been a very sharp weapon, and although the wound had healed, a part of the flesh could be seen disappearing into the grooves left by the wound.

The stitches made the man look as if he had two large centipedes crawling on his body, and Caesar's heart skipped a beat every time he saw these two scars. He couldn't forget the night when he was lit up by flames, and it was the man in front of him who took two stabs for himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

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

Rather than hugging, it was more appropriate for the two men to collide. They crashed into each other, and the man named Baku had a smile on his face. Soon, the smile disappeared again: "I heard that you brought back a few strangers, what's going on?" ”

"Those are just travelers from afar."

"Is it really that simple? I think it's the cunning guys in Sur City who are pretending, have you forgotten that for the past two years, they have been staring at the Asz Mountains all the time. Baku spewed two hot gases from his nostrils: "Let me go and slaughter them." ”

"Don't mess around, they're also magicians, and they're not low in power." Caesar shouted.

"Magicians aren't a good thing!" Baku said gloomily: "I will cut off their heads and use them to honor the heroic spirits of my ancestors." ”

"Enough, Baku." Caesar shook his head: "They are not from Sur City, if they were, they would have attacked the stockade a long time ago." We have enough enemies, so let's not provoke anyone else. ”

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

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

Baku snorted, but did not object, and he slammed the door. Hearing his roar faintly outside, Caesar shook his head, turned and fell to the ground with a pile of bones: "O ancestors, please wake up Baku, he has been blinded by anger. If this continues, he will be lost sooner or later. ”

Caesar looked up, met the hollows/eye sockets in Sensen's bones, and stood up with a low sigh.

In the evening, the door of the hut was suddenly slammed open. Baku barged in, his swarthy face flushed with a dark red hue and the smell of alcohol. Eren glanced at him and didn't move. Willik took a few steps in Allen's direction, and he could intercept the man at any time if he made a move. Belmode walked silently behind him, his hand already sliding down the pitch-black blade in his sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, Baku has been outflanked.

Fortunately, he didn't make a mistake to provoke misunderstanding, he just glanced at Alan with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Caesar believes in you, but I don't trust you at all." You'd better not do anything strange, or Baku will screw your heads off. ”

Then the wind slammed on the door and left.

Alan and the others looked at each other, and then Caesar walked in, he obviously bumped into Baku, and apologized: "Baku bothered you, he is a good soldier and a loyal man." Two years ago, the people of Sur suddenly attacked us, and Baku lost his wife and children that night, so he is full of anger, please don't blame him. ”

Alan nodded and said, "We can understand. ”

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

The evening was held in an open field in the stockade, and the Baimon people made a fire out of dead wood and stacked stones in a circle to prevent the fire from spreading to other places. The young, muscular Baimon women danced around the bonfire, and their dance was like a sacrificial ritual, with a solemn sense of solemnity in their movements. Drums made of animal skins and horns made of animal bones play a desolate tone full of primitive flavor in the mouths of the men's men.

At noon, the hunted beast was already roasted, and the natives cut off the meat with a stone knife, put it in palm-sized leaves, and brought it to the stone table of Alan and others. Caesar took a stone bowl filled with the wine of the Baimonians and said aloud, "Let us salute a distant guest." ”

Allen and the others followed the customs, and they all drank wine and ate meat, which was quite happy.

During their conversation with Caesar, Alan figured out that the mountain range they had landed on was called As. As, which means wealth in the language of the locals, is the Baimon who have migrated to this mountain range for a long time, calling themselves the people of the mountains, or simply the mountain people.

The Baimon people are not limited to Caesar, they have many branches in the Asz Mountains, more than ten tribes, and a total of 17 leaders. They have lived in the mountains for generations, and have rarely stepped out of the Ass Mountains. The Baimon people were resilient and brave, and neither the harsh environment nor the dangerous beasts allowed them to be extinct. But now, they're clearly in some trouble.

The trouble came from the city of Sur.

It was a city more than 100 kilometers away from the Ass Mountains, and the people of that city had been entering the Ass Mountains frequently since two years ago and had clashed with the Baimon people.

In two years, the Baimonites shed more blood than in a century!

"But we won't back down, and if those damned Sur people dare to attack us, I'll pierce their hearts." Caesar raised his spar spear and exclaimed, "The warriors of the Bemonites, you can shed every drop of blood in order to defend your homeland!" ”

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

The atmosphere of the party was thus pushed to a climax, and during the whole process, only Baku drank silently. Towards the end of the party, a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside the cottage. It's just that the sound of this shot is very monotonous and rough, and it is completely different from the raging rifles of Allen's soldiers.

Edward quietly wrote the words "fire/gun" on the stone table with his drunken fingers, and Alan suddenly realized that it sounded similar to the 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 neighing of horses and the roar of the indigenous warriors continued.

A warrior ran up to Caesar with a spear in his hand, half-kneeling and said, "It's the adventurers of Sur, they're coming!" ”

Caesar replied that Baku had already thrown the bowl and stood up, roaring and pointing at Alan and the others: "Look Caesar, I said earlier that they are in a gang. These people are enemies, let me slaughter them! ”

Alan said indifferently: "It's useless to talk too much, why not give us a chance to prove ourselves." How about we repel the adventurers for you? ”

He looked at Caesar.

Caesar nodded, "Follow me." ”

The four of Alan followed the tribal leader to the exit of the cottage, and Edward whispered beside Ellen, "Leave a living mouth, it's useful." ”

There is a wooden building at the exit of the cottage, and you can see the scene in the distance from it. Alan and the others went upstairs and stood behind Caesar to look. I saw that under the night, the firelight was boundless. The warriors of the Baimon were fighting with five or six strangers, and those were supposed to be the so-called adventurers. Their attire was evidently different from that of the Allen men, who wore long robes, riding boots, and gloves.

One of them wore a half-body armor and danced vigorously with a steel decapitation axe, and one of them withstood the attacks of four or five native warriors, apparently the leader of the adventurers. The other two, the Dividing Sword and the Double Sword, stood on either side of the leader, forming a small battle formation.

There were two people in the back, one of whom had a long-barreled fire/gun in his hand. He was reloading the fire/gun with projectiles when the other man raised his hand, and the bare air skin swept through it, 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 men.

Alan said softly, "Engraving! ”

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

"He's probably the most powerful of them all."

"Yes, but he's also the oldest." Edward chuckled, "Older people are better afraid of death than young people. ”

Alan understood and glanced at Belmode. The latter stepped back, and vanished into the shadows.

At this time, the indigenous warriors could no longer resist the cooperation of the other adventurers, and they were retreating one after another. Caesar glanced at Allen, who smiled and said, "Willik, are you coming or am I coming?" ”

Willik jumped straight from the tower and answered with action. Edward also said, "I'll go down and have fun too." ”

"You're going to put people to sleep again?" Alan asked.

The Malitan man smiled, "This time it's a little different." ”

Alan was trying to touch his bottom, so naturally he didn't object. On the other side, Willik has joined the fray. As soon as he joined, the adventurer's offensive was immediately suppressed. The lines on the gauntlet of the angry beast all lit up, activating the sequence of the gauntlet, and Willik alone faintly pressed the other three to fight. The adventurers kept forcing Willik to retreat, and the two companions behind saw each other and immediately shifted the target.

The gunner/gunner pointed his gun at Willik, and a light breeze blew, and he didn't care. But his neck was cold, and he subconsciously touched it, but he touched a hot liquid in his hand. Blood, a small wound in the gunner's neck at some point, but the blood kept pouring out. When the engraver next to him saw it, he was immediately blindsided. At this time, he heard the strange screams of his companions, and he could only gather his mind, and as soon as the back of his hand was engraved, he was about to throw a fireball to support his companions.

A jet-black knife poked out from behind and rested around his neck. Belmode emerged from the shadows like a demon and whispered in the adventurer's ear, "If you don't want to die, let me scatter the source power." ”

Without the support of the gunners and engravers in the back, the first three adventurers were quickly defeated. Willik slammed down the killer, alternating between heavy artillery punches and slams, and under the stormy punches, the adventurers on the left and right sides fell first. The leader was able to block a few punches, and was hit in the chest by Willik in a row, and immediately the armor was deformed, and the man's blood vomited wildly, which shocked Willik's fist to death. R1058