"Of course, he is my idol and the goal of my life. I heard from the older generation that under the leadership of Beta Dewei, the prosperity of Sandworm Village has reached unprecedented heights, and his deeds of hunting down the Sandworm King
, and it has even been praised as a household legend." Mark said with excitement, completely immersed in the worship of the hero.
Han Wu looked at Mark and couldn't help but take another look at the sculptures in the sacrificial square.
"Haha, Mark, are you daydreaming again about inheriting our great warrior, the great Betad?" At this time, a rough voice interrupted Mark's intoxication, and a man older than Mark walked towards him.
Want a burly man.
"Basha!" Mark looked at this man who was a head taller than him, and felt a trace of disgust in his heart. This Basha was one year older than Mark, and he often bullied Mark with his physical advantage. Mark had always had resentment in his heart.
.
"I am following in the footsteps of the great Betad, what does it have to do with you Basha!" Mark said angrily, Basha's words just now were clearly ridiculing.
"Huh, I just don't want a weak person to tarnish the reputation of our great Betad!" Basha glanced at Mark sideways, not caring about Mark's anger at all.
"You! Who are you calling a weakling?" Mark shouted angrily. However, Basha approached Mark without showing any signs of weakness and said in a low voice: "Whoever deserves it will be the one, and the only one who can inherit Lord Beta is me.
Bashar Bullock! I will be the second hero of Sandworm Village!"
Mark listened to Basha's arrogant declaration, but could not find a chance to argue. He could only glare at this arrogant man. Although Mark was angry, he still clearly knew that this Basha was the most potential hunter in these years.
, and is considered by everyone in the village to be the person most likely to inherit the glory of the great Betad.
"Hey, isn't this the foreigner who lost his memory? Haha, it's a joke that a woman wants to participate in the Sand King Festival." Basha ignored the angry Mark and looked at Han Wu next to him.
Basha looked at Han Wu with a playful look on his face. He saw her delicate figure and a morbid beauty on her face. She looked very weak and frail, making people want to hold her in their hands and love her.
"Girl, it's better not to participate in the Sand King Festival. It will be an honor for you to follow me, Basha." Basha licked his lips, lust still filled his eyes, eager to take Han Wu as his own.
"Basha! Watch your words!" Mark glared angrily and leaned in front of Han Wu, blocking Basha's greedy and lustful gaze.
"Yo?! Is this a hero saving a beauty?" Basha said angrily, then turned closer to Mark and said viciously in his ear: "Mark, don't worry, when I get tired of playing with you, this girl will still be yours!"
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and Mark finally couldn't hold back his anger. He took off the heavy iron behind his back and slammed it on the ground. The sound made everyone on the field pay attention.
Basha curled his lips, knowing that making a fuss in front of so many people would have a bad influence on him, so he had no choice but to laugh a few times and leave, not forgetting to give Han Wu a lewd smile before leaving.
"Mark..." Watching Basha walk away, Han Wu called Mark inexplicably, but Mark, who was scolding Basha in his heart, was stunned. He thought that he was being teased by Basha, and Han Wu was very angry.
, but I didn’t expect it to be so peaceful.
"What?" Mark asked.
"Do you really want to inherit that Beta Dewei?" Han Wu turned around and said to Mark seriously.
"Uh... sure, of course!" Mark was a little confused.
"Then you have to hunt down the Sandworm King, right?" Han Wu continued to ask.