The wilderness people are full of barbarism and greed. They want everything. They can work as slaves for the knights and can have enough food and clothing. This life is better than struggling for a living in the wilderness, but they want to rebel. Their rebellion is suppressed, and they want to live.
, now that they are given a chance to live, they want freedom again.
The rebel's words made Yingman'er's face instantly turn ugly. She gave him a disgusted look. I risked being killed to make a suggestion and protect you, and you got this result?
Repaying kindness with hatred comes very quickly.
"Yes! We want freedom, we want food, and we want drink!"
"Don't even think of doing this to us, we are wilderness people."
"Let those knights get over here, I'm going to kill them!"
"..."
There are always some blind followers among the rebels. When someone takes the lead, they start shouting and scolding one after another.
The knights who were resting were woken up one after another. They stood up with angry faces, drew out their long swords, and walked towards this side.
Yingman'er turned her head to look at the knight, and then at the ordinary slaves who gathered around her. She felt even more unhappy. She knew that if she just watched like this, none of the rebels in front of her would survive, and she would appear to be particularly incompetent these days.
All the hard work was wasted.
"Pull out the person who yelled just now!" Yingman'er shouted sharply.
Immediately some slaves came forward and pulled out the ones who screamed the loudest.
"I'll tell you to pull out all the things you shouted about just now!" Yingman'er's eyes flashed fiercely and she shouted again.
Slave, you look at me and I look at you. He stepped forward again, pulled out a few more people and threw them in front of Yingman'er.
The knights stopped, and Yingman'er, who was looking at him with curiosity, stopped moving forward, and folded his arms to watch the excitement. They wanted to see how the boss's beautiful slave would deal with these people.
Yingman'er came to the person who spoke first and knelt down, looked into that person's eyes and asked, "You just shouted that you want freedom. Do you really want freedom?"
The rebel was quite stubborn. He bared his yellow teeth and said with a stinking smile: "I not only want freedom, I also want you. I will strip you naked and enjoy you, hahaha..."
Yingman'er also smiled, her smile was beautiful and charming. She touched her hand behind her back and grasped the animal fang on her lower back. She pulled it out at lightning speed and stabbed it fiercely from the side.
Rebel's neck.
"Uh..." The rebel's laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and an unknown sound came from his throat. He couldn't believe that Yingman'er actually dared to kill him.
The blood in the neck spurted out along the hollow animal teeth, like a faucet, whizzing out.
"I will give you freedom." Yingman'er said with a cold face and no emotion. He twisted his hand hard and pulled out the beast's fang.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Yingman'er's face. She stood up, turned around, looked at the slave in front of her, and threw the animal teeth to the ground.
"Who will kill next?" Her voice was cold and made people shiver.
The knights were pointing and laughing beside them, not taking them seriously at all. Their thoughts had not changed for a while. It didn't matter to them whether they were slaves or rebels. To them, these people were still wilderness tribesmen.
The current actions are undoubtedly just internal strife among the tribesmen in the wilderness.
They also have some appreciation for Yingman'er. No wonder the woman who can become the boss is so fierce, especially with the blood spots on her face, which adds a cold and bloody beauty to her. If Xiaobai doesn't want her,
They can accept it too!
This was not a fight that everyone was prepared for. When Yingman'er took action, it was very sudden. Even the slaves were not mentally prepared. At this time, they were frightened by Yingman'er's momentum. The slaves in the wilderness who usually dared to kill and fight did not dare to
Came forward.
"Is there no one? Or do you think these people are still your companions, and feel that they have done the right thing and should not be punished?" When Yingman'er saw no one moving, he couldn't help roaring, like an angry female leopard.
Her words had an effect. A silent slave separated the crowd, walked out, came to Yingman'er, stared into her eyes for a while, then looked at the animal teeth on the ground, walked over and bent over
Picked it up and turned towards the rebels.
Seeing that the leader was stabbed to death without hesitation, the rebels became a little frightened. Then they saw a slave picking up the animal teeth and walking towards them. They began to struggle and retreat.
The slave didn't say anything, and just walked straight to the rebel at the front. He reached out and grabbed the animal skin the rebel was wearing, pulled him up, waved his right hand, and the animal's teeth penetrated into the rebel with a "pop" sound.
The man's neck was twisted, imitating Yingman'er, and then he pulled it out.
Ignoring the blood splattering on the neck of the rebel, the slave threw the dying rebel back into the crowd, turned around and returned to Yingman'er's side, let go, and the beast's teeth fell to the ground.
He glanced at Yingman'er and returned to the slaves.
"Oh, this guy is good. He doesn't talk much and is ruthless enough! I plan to make him my slave."
"Come on, be careful if he does this to you while you are sleeping!"
"Haha, I can't tell. He is cruel to others, and he may not be merciful to you."
"Don't worry about me, I like this guy anyway."
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The knights were laughing and chatting, it was like watching a wife beating her husband, without the feeling of another dead person at the scene.
Yingman'er raised his head and stared at the other slaves, turning a deaf ear to the knights' words.
After the first one, there was a second one. The slaves finally let go of their hands and feet, came out one by one, picked up the animal teeth, stepped forward, and killed the rebels.
Just a dozen or so rebels turned into corpses and lay on the ground in a short time.
The last slave walked to Yingman'er's side, returned the beast's tooth to Yingman'er, and then walked among the slaves.
Ying Man'er didn't even wipe it off. He just put the bloody dagger into his waist and turned around to look at the remaining rebels.
"Do you still want freedom? If you still have any dissatisfaction, just say it." Yingman'er said.
The rebels were silent, lowered their heads, and did not dare to speak. They discovered that Yingman'er was not easy to mess with. He not only knew how to take action, but also could establish his authority. They did not want to become the corpse that Yingman'er used to establish his authority.
Living is the most important thing. Whether you are a slave or a beast is not as important as living.
"They are livestock. They can be beaten and scolded at will and killed without guilt. They are your role models. Anyone who dares to rebel will be like them!" Yingman'er turned around and shouted to the slaves.
The slaves were shocked, and some of them extinguished their little thoughts, feeling that it was better to be slaves honestly.
The knights saw that the excitement was over and ran back to sleep, waiting for the slaves to call them to eat barbecue.