"Really smart people wouldn't make deals with you."
After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head. He just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Only a fool will become a slave under your control."
"madness."
The shaman didn't have any anger about this. He shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be that smart: "Your uncle sold you to me a long time ago for thirty thalers of silver. You are my slaves and my property."
."
In response, Ian, who sensed a slight sound coming from behind him and knew that Hilliard had already started to act, commented briefly: "Idiot."
The shaman snorted. No matter how bad his imperial language was, he could still understand curse words, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guards over to catch the kid.
He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Blood?!"
The shaman looked around, his voice filled with fear: "Where did the blood come from?"
Just when the shaman was confused, Ian picked up the pitchfork and knocked down the brazier piled nearby.
When the charcoal covered under the firewood ash encounters the air, it immediately emits red firelight, and little sparks fly away.
Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, along with the flammable linen and clothes piled aside, were immediately ignited. The blazing fire light instantly illuminated the hall, illuminating the shaman's astonished face and Ian's expressionless face.
——The wood in the old house is already dry, so he deliberately spread all the algae oil in key places in the house.
This was originally intended to be used by Ian to burn Orsenna to death in a desperate situation, but his uncle was too useless to use it at all.
Now, the indigenous shaman in front of me is better off.
The dry firewood and straw that had been prepared long ago heated up the old house. The terrifying heat wave and bright light blinded the shaman's eyes in an instant.
Sequoia people are good at moving at night and can see clearly even in dark moonless nights, but in contrast, they cannot see bright sunlight or overly strong flames.
"Madman, you must leave quickly!"
With only this thought in his mind and his eyes blurred from seeing ahead, the shaman clenched the cane in his hand and swung it forward randomly to drive away any possible attack.
——Who would have thought that someone would be ready to burn their home to the ground?
In this situation, no matter what Ian's final outcome is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really won't be able to leave!
The shaman couldn't see clearly what was going on in the room, and Ian shouldn't be able to see it either, but he didn't need to see it - the boy closed his eyes tightly at the moment, but with his psychic powers turned on, he didn't need to care about the thin eyelids.
Directly through the firelight, I could see the direction of the thick white mist.
Without any hesitation, Ian took a step forward, using the force-generating technique that Hilliard had previously taught him to use for digging holes. He exerted force on his waist, moved his hands forward, and stabbed out the pitchfork in his hand.
Bang! There was a dull collision sound. Even though he was dazzled by the fire for a moment, the shaman was still unable to block the direct thrust. His cane got stuck in the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.
But he still couldn't help being shocked: "How could it be? This is not the power that ordinary children should have at all!"
There was no time to think carefully. The shaman wanted to retreat and release his strength, but the sole of his right foot suddenly hurt - the injury from stepping on Ian's trap made him unable to stand still. The cane that had been holding the pitchfork firmly slid away and fell.
Beside, but also took the pitchfork with him.
"Want a physical fight?"
At this moment, although the shaman was alert, he was not really panicked. After all, he was still an adult. How could he not be able to defeat an eight-year-old child? It was not a surprise attack without a weapon. As long as he was prepared...
Snapped.
A bag of sleeping powder hit the shaman in the face.
The elegant fragrance is filled with the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long-lasting.
To be honest, if you sprinkle lime on your face, you are indeed invincible. If the lime is also poisonous, it will be even more invincible.
After that, the shaman did want to continue to resist. After undergoing shaman ritual training, his resistance to sleeping powder was by no means comparable to that of a white civilian like Osenna, but he had inconvenient legs and feet, not to mention Ian.
It seems that it is completely unaffected by the fire and does not affect any actions at all.
After throwing out the sleeping powder, Ian flew forward and knocked the shaman to the ground.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's neck firmly.
"Um...how...possible?!"
Sleeping powder, high temperature and lack of oxygen caused the young shaman's eyes to bulge and his face to turn red.
In the blazing firelight, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened and flashed with a light blue aqua halo.
A luster like light water mist surged and swayed around the boy's pupils.
——Yes, psychic power?!
His consciousness gradually disappeared, and he struggled wildly, trying all his strength to hit, grab, and shake Ian's arms, but no matter how hard he waved, Ian always endured silently, but the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.
Painful feedback.
"It's just a sacrifice whose life has been bought long ago..."
Before completely losing consciousness, Feather Ring Shaman roared out his last words with hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lungs.
soon.
Like his partner Oceana, the unfortunate shaman fell into an eternal sleep from which he could never wake up.
"call……"
When Ian let go of his hand, the flames were almost reaching his feet. The hot flames were licking the corners of his clothes, sparks flying and burning out more holes in the trouser legs that already had many holes.
Ian stared at the third person he had killed today. He exhaled tiredly, shook his head, and said calmly to himself: "You are just a sacrifice for the tribe and totem."
"It's so sad and ridiculous that the sacrifice still wants to offer sacrifices."
Then, he turned sideways and picked up Elan, whose mist suddenly turned white and was no longer bright red.
Ian strode towards the door corridor where the flames had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard standing at the door waiting.
The old knight nodded with a smile, seemingly praising his student's performance.
Ian returned the same smile and looked back amidst the sound of the burning wind.
Under the starless night sky, the red light seemed to be a spark on this dim continent.
He stared at the blazing fire behind him and subconsciously hugged the sleeping Elan tightly in his arms. At this moment, the boy could already hear the exclamations of the neighbors around him.
He turned sideways and looked in Hilliard's direction.
The other party's face and hair color have changed to that of Oceana.
Ian laughed too.
"it's over."
He said: "It's also a new beginning."
——Everything of the past was burned to the ground.
So, the boy took steps towards the moonlit streets of Hilliard.