After walking for a day in the wilderness, we finally arrived at our destination, the Borg Village Prison.
The sentry on the high turret saw this huge and strange army and blew a loud horn. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers rushed out of the fence in panic, thinking it was an enemy attack.
Helen answered the sentry with Qingyue's war song.
These Behemoth warriors all wore old leather armor and had various weapons in their hands. When Liu Zhencheng got closer, he could see clearly that these warriors were all pig-faced men from the Pige tribe whose names they had admired for a long time. Their noses were really similar to his own.
It's just that his is a big flat hole, while this one is even bigger and taller.
"Campus God of War! It's...Miss Helen!" A pig-faced man who looked like a general riding a wild boar with a dirty, colorless ostrich feather stuck on the shiny rivet on his helmet was surprised.
cried out.
"Uncle Yorkshire!" Helen jumped out of Liu's shocking arms and greeted him in surprise.
"Yes, I am your loyal old York!" The pig-faced man cried with joy, jumped down from the wild boar, knelt down on one knee, and kissed the back of Helen's hand deeply. His tears were like memories that had opened a floodgate, and they kept flowing.
The ground wet Helen's little hands.
"I've been dreaming about you!" Helen couldn't help crying. Now she was just a pitiful little girl. She saw her long-lost relatives, and her usual charm was nowhere to be seen.
"Loyal Pig people, please see Miss Helen." The motley team of pig-faced men next to them knelt on one knee in a messy manner.
"Sir Mark has been thinking of you all the time since the incident in Maple Leaf Village half a year ago." Yorkshire's face was full of tears: "Sir, I have been drinking for a whole month, and I cry every day while holding the portraits of Miss Heidi and you."
"Where's uncle?" Helen forced a smile bitterly and reluctantly.
"Someone has already reported it. I think they thought it was an enemy attack and they will be here soon." Yorkie also wiped his tears, and the pig's nose was covered with mud mixed with tears.
"These are..." Old York's eyes extended to Liu Zhensha and the others behind Helen. He was surprised that the panda warriors were much taller than him. They were not the wild boars behind them.
With his teeth pressed against his butt, he almost fell backwards.
"This is my savior..." Helen just took Liu Zhenhan's arm, but before she could finish speaking, a figure stumbled over and hugged her.
Liu Zhancheng was furious. Just now, he was not used to seeing this smelly pig-faced man kissing Helen's hand. Now it was even more outrageous and he even hugged her. Liu Zhancheng rolled up his arms and was ready to take action.
"Helen, my baby!" The figure who suddenly appeared almost cried and hugged the little fox. After Liu Zhenchen calmed down, he realized that this guy was also a middle-aged Fox with a fiery red tail. The exquisite sacrificial robe was stained with stains.
They were covered in dirt and dust, the leather boots under their feet were stained with soil and vomit residue, and there was a strong smell of alcohol all over his body.
This Fox is a middle-aged man, very handsome, with fiery red curly hair, but his face is a bit depressed and pale.
"My dear uncle!" Helen could no longer control her feelings, crying so loudly that Liu's eardrums trembled in shock.
"Let me take a good look at you!" The middle-aged Fox man stared at the little fox's face, wiped away the tears on her face with trembling hands, and gave her another hug.
"Uncle Simak!" Helen choked and hugged him tightly. The people around her were also wiping their tears, and the dust on their faces was washed away with white marks.
"How did you come back? Merciful God of War!" Middle-aged Fox tried to calm down from the excitement.
"It was this Pidge who saved my life. The despicable human slave trader's ship suffered a huge storm in the public waters off Cape Naron. Our ship ran aground and all the people were drowned. The sea
Ti, Haibei, and Hai Rui are all dead...those evil slave traders are also dead...This kind-hearted Pig just happened to live on that desert island and saved my life." Helen suppressed her grief and said,
Introduced Liu Zhensha to his uncle.
"I can't describe my gratitude in words for your generosity!" Simakji nodded towards Liu Zhenhan. He saw Liu Zhenhan lift his hair. For this strange and ugly figure, based on the aristocratic
Despite his status, he kept the noble reserve intact and at the same time expressed his most sincere gratitude.
"It's an honor for Pige to serve his lord." Liu Zhencheng, who is used to talking big words, already knows how to deal with this, and he has a routine in his mind.
"Which family's retainer are you? I will definitely inform the temple and ask your family to give you the highest award. You saved the youngest priest in the kingdom!" Priest Simak asked.
"I am a member of a small tribe scattered in the Danube Wasteland. My family was all devoured by alien monsters that suddenly appeared while hunting, and I was the only one left." Liu was shocked with tears.
There was a roar, as if this was really happening, and the grief-stricken expression was a bit too much.
"If this is the case, I can allow you to join my tribe, and I will grant you the title of knight's servant. My title is Viscount, so I can only do this, but your merits are fully worthy of the noble title.
Knight title." The Lord Viscount's generosity made the pig-faced men around him gasp with jealousy. "Be good, knights are here to serve you! Yorkshire is already forty years old, and he is just a squad leader, and he is still a member of the militia and self-defense force."
"Uncle, Richard is a born soul singer..." Helen said with a blush.
The eyes of Lord Viscount Simak and the people around him were straightened, and the sound of gasping for air almost made the air here become a vacuum.
"A born soul singer?" Viscount Simak thought there was something wrong with his ears, and looked at his niece and this ugly match in disbelief. The birth rate of born soul singers made Viscount Simak
The memory keeps rolling around.
"Richard is still a dragon priest!" The little fox was even more shocked when he heard this sentence.
There was a constant sound of weapons falling to the ground all around. All the pigs had nothing in their hands. There was a row of bright weapons on the ground, and everyone's mouths opened wide as they saw the deep throats inside.
"What..." Viscount Simak's soul faintly left his body, and it took him a long time to recover.
A born soul singer? A dragon priest? A stupid and ugly Pige?
The Viscount couldn't figure out all the relationships for a long time. This sentence was too shocking. Even Fox, the incarnation of wisdom with the highest productivity in sacrifices, only had one natural soul singer. This was a thousand years ago.
The history of Dragon Sacrifice? There is only one in Beamon’s history for so many years.