The orcs who turned around in fear suddenly roared in unison because they saw the figure standing on top of the Triangulum dragon.
Her braids are swaying slightly, her big teeth are pointed upward, and her skin is shiny and bronze.
His name is Samurakka Longa, but the orcs rarely call him by his first name. The orcs prefer to call him...the Juggernaut!
In the desert where the wind and sand roared, the Triangular Dragon was breathing white air. The beautiful fairy with pale face slumped on its back in panic. Two steps away from the fairy, a man was half-kneeling.
A gust of wind blew by, and the man coughed up blood. The bright red blood flowers stained the holy white gauze.
Longa's calloused hand touched the blade: "Strong human race, tell me your name, and I will carve a monument for you."
"I'm not dead yet. You can keep the monument for yourself." Before he finished speaking, his hand was stretched out. Before Longa noticed it, Dongchen grabbed the skirt and held the stunned little goblin in his arms.
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"You'd better not move. I know your speed, and you know mine."
Longa narrowed his eyes and glared fiercely at Dongchen's chest, where there was a scar from a horizontal slash.
According to common sense, regardless of whether the heart grows in this place or not, a person with such a big wound should die.
"Why?" Longa deflected the blade and repeated the action just now.
"Guess for yourself." The bad taste arose, Dongchen would not be stupid enough to tell the enemy why he didn't die.
The orcs below were confused by this dramatic scene. But soon, they came to their senses.
"Let go of Your Highness the Saint, you reptile!"
"A bunch of fools." He tightened his arms around the goblin's neck, and Dongchen put his head on her shoulder: "Tell me, why are your people so stupid? They actually told me your identity. Saint? You seem very noble.
A kind of title."
"Don't be rude to His Highness!"
Seeing Dongchen move his face closer to the saint, the orcs below screamed even crazier.
"Let Ai Wei'er go. I can make the decision to let you go. I guarantee it in the name of Samulaka Longa." The orc who injured Dongchen raised his hand to stop the shouts of the orcs below.
"If you let her go, I'll be dead."
The sarcastic tone stimulated Longa's face to tremble. Among the orcs, no one had ever doubted Longa's credibility. Dongchen's suspicion made him feel a long-lost anger. Coupled with the previous mistake, no! It can't be said that it was.
It should be said that it was a mistake in judgment. Longga looked at Dongchen with an even sharper look: "Then what do you think we should do?"
"Get your people out of the way, I want to take this little goblin back to the car." Dongchen's white teeth were stained with blood, and his tone did not allow for rejection at all.
"Uncle, leave me alone, kill him." The little goblin, who recovered from the panic, finally found an opportunity and wanted to be a martyr as soon as he opened his mouth.
Due to blood loss, Dongchen tightened his loosened arms without realizing it. The little goblin's pretty face suddenly turned red: "Shut your mouth. If you open your mouth again, I will strangle you to death."
Looking at Longa with cold eyes, Dongchen tore off the blood-stained white gauze dress of the little goblin with his free hand, tore it into strips of cloth with his teeth, and wrapped two pieces of cloth around his chest while the orcs yelled and cursed below.
Said. He was entangled with the little goblin.
The tightly tightened skirt was wrapped around her chest, and the little fairy's originally plump peaks immediately turned into a plain. The previously red face gradually turned into a purple color as the cloth tightened.
The little goblin struggled wildly. Dongchen thought for a while and relaxed his arms a little.
There was a constant coughing sound, and the orcs who had been quiet for a while underneath began to curse again.
Longjia looked at Dongchen, but never found a chance to take action, which made him feel more and more embarrassed. Thinking of His Majesty the King's instructions, he was ready to eat Dongchen alive. However, before that, he needed to ensure that Ai
Wei'er's safety.
"A strong human being, I can let you go back to the car. But, how can you ensure that you don't run away?"
"Run?" Dong Chen's eyes twitched: "Our hover car is broken, otherwise, do you think you can surround us?"
What Dong Chen said was the truth. If the Despair was not bad, these orcs would be exhausted and there would be no chance of catching them.
Longa looked back, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the blind man who was always guarding the hover car, and then looked at the trash with a wretched face and weird clothes. Finally, his eyes stayed on the blond man who was half-kneeling with a gun.
Stay on the beauty for a long time.
"Put forward your request, strong human being, how can you let Ai Wei'er go?"
"This little goblin's name is Ai Wei'er? You seemed to have said that just now." Excessive blood loss made Dong Chen's thinking weak. He thought for a long time before speaking: "I need parts to repair our car. Once the car is repaired, I will
Let this Saint Aiweier go."
He emphasized the word "saint" heavily.
Longa was furious when he heard this: "Where are we going to get you a car? Haven't you seen that our equipment is very primitive?"
"Then where did the knife in your hand come from?"
A rhetorical question blocked Longa's next words. Dongchen couldn't believe that such a group of orcs didn't even have a car.
Don't tell me, Dongchen actually said it.
When the orcs were expelled by humans, they really had no equipment. They barely survived and relied on robbery for a living. Later, although they relied on luck, they found a large abandoned base and established a country. But that place was originally used to produce space fighter aircraft.
, the remaining large-scale equipment is quite useful, but unfortunately it has no energy at all.
As for small things like motorcycles, I don’t know why. I couldn’t find a hair. Instead, I found a warehouse of original alloy weapons and armors. The weapons were well used by the orcs, but most of the armors were given to children.
Speaking of which, this is also an important basis for their reproduction to this day.
Of course, there are no absolutes. After all these years, they still have some wealth. It’s just that most of them don’t know how to use it.
After thinking about the junk at home, Longa gritted his teeth and said, "I agree to your condition, but you have to come with us. I don't know what parts you are talking about?"
"Follow you?" Thinking about the sheep entering the tiger's mouth, Dongchen frowned: "I need to discuss it with my accomplices, you guys get out of the way first."
With a fierce look on his face, Longa took a deep look at Dongchen: "I hope you can keep your promise. Otherwise, I will kill you even if I chase you to the end of the world."
The sword was handed over to his left hand, and the sharp nails of his right hand were scratched from the middle of his forehead to his chin with blood flowing all the way. Longa, whose whole face was almost split into two, turned around and jumped off the dragon's head, beckoning the orcs to get out of the way.
Dongchen felt chill in his heart. Although he didn't know what it meant just now, he understood that he had offended this terrifying guy terribly.
"You are dead, dirty and despicable reptile. Uncle Longa has performed the breaking ceremony, and he will definitely use your blood to wash away his shame."
"Shut up." He kindly let go of his arm to let the little goblin take a breath, but Dongchen, who was choking, tightened his arm again angrily.
He finally knew that this little goblin was just like a donkey. Not only did he have a bad temper, but his mouth was even worse.
The hover car was slowly approaching. Dongchen breathed in the sweet fragrance in his nose, and his eyes were blurry: "You guys should hurry up. If you are late, I will die."