Silent Crown Chapter 319: Are you as for?

The sound of those horseshoes trampling on the ground is like a thunder drum, making a real roar.

With the help of that special horseshoe, the speed of the war horse is so fast, and in an instant, the sound of thunder progresses from far away, and it is about to plunge into the range of the flame.

It's too late.

Donald’s face is gray and defeated: the frontal attack of the Caucasus cavalry, even Asgard’s heavy-armored infantry, must weigh the consequences, not to mention such a patchwork of miscellaneous names. Caravan.

He gritted his teeth, resisted the thunder, and rushed forward, his sword slashed out, facing the enemy's saber.

In an instant, life and death are divided.

But at that moment, the horse under the hips of the Caucasian horse bandit shook suddenly, and the man stood up in the Mercedes suddenly, neighing uncomfortably, and then, his legs softened, his mouth foamed, and he looked terrified. Twitching.

The robber on horseback fell to the ground with the mount and broke his leg on the spot. He couldn't even climb up. He looked at Donald holding the sword with despair in his eyes.

Donald hesitated for a moment, did not seize the opportunity to chop off his head, but quickly drew back and returned to the defensive camp.

It's weird!

It's weird!

He tensed all over, restraining the anxiety and fear that he didn't know why suddenly broke out in his heart, and suddenly turned his head to see the pale faces of his companions.

Suddenly, in the camp, the **** horses neighed in pain and fell to the ground convulsively, as if they felt something terrible approaching, desperately trying to escape.

Or trample on each other...

The group of Caucasian horse bandits has fallen into chaos, and they are more serious than in the camp.

In the darkness, only a roar of chaos was heard, and then the chaotic horse was forcibly injected with a tranquilizer. After being deprived of their mind and thinking ability, they temporarily become puppets that only react mechanically.

But this is not over yet.

"Who?!"

The sound of someone roaring in the pitch black stopped abruptly. Suddenly, there was a turmoil, but immediately afterwards it went silent.

The voices of the horse bandits disappeared. It seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness.

In the darkness, a dark shadow is slowly approaching.

One step, another step.

It's like stepping on everyone's heart, every point is approached. It made the pain and panic in my heart more and more magnified.

Until the end, the erratic figure came towards the camp, wrapped in a substantial black mist.

The black mist seemed to hide some beast from the nightmare, constantly revealing the hideous touch of scales and claws, sometimes like a beast. Sometimes like a tsunami, sometimes the face of a dead person evolves, telling bewitching words.

Everyone who saw it was dumbfounded like a demon, trembling.

And right in the front, Donald's blade suddenly burst, exuding a burst of blazing heat, and awakened him from his dizziness. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and aimed at the man:

"Stop!"

In a flash. In the dark fog, the figure stopped and glanced over.

The eyes were green like wild wolves, and there was an indescribable hunger. Sweeping a person's face, it is like a blade wiped by a blade, which makes people feel hairy.

Donald heard the trembling sound of people next to him, those who had never seen the real fear took up crossbow arrows, aimed at the figure that was approaching, and the fingers on the trigger twitched and couldn't control it.

"Stay steady. Stay steady!"

Donald lowered his voice: "Don't let go, don't let go!"

The end of the shooting with arrows, the horse bandits have already demonstrated for them. In just a few seconds, the whole was settled. I don't know about life or death... No, I'm afraid that if you fall into the hands of that kind of thing, it will only be worse than life?

He looked at the dark figure, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but shiver.

"This, this friend!"

He was about to be unable to suppress his fear: "They are all people who come out to make a living, it is better to help each other..."

"Something."

The figure made a hoarse voice. His gaze seemed to pass through his body and cast into the camp. The businessmen shivered, their faces pale, and finally, gritted their teeth and nodded:

"Give it to him!"

Soon, the guys carried a dozen coffin-like iron boxes outside the camp.

"Everything is here."

Donald looked at the dark figure with alert and fear: "Friend, we just want to survive..."

Before speaking, the figure rushed to the box, tearing the iron box to pieces like pieces of paper. The power armor hidden in it rolled out and landed at his feet.

The latest model of power armor, an honorary product of the Chainsaw Brotherhood, can be exchanged for fist-sized green gold.

But the dark shadow was stunned, and immediately overturned the iron box in rage!

"Who the **** wants this!!!"

The dark shadow roared, glaring at Donald.

In the silence, the members of the caravan fell into a daze. And the dark shadow bent over, seeming to be sniffing something, and suddenly he let out a heartbreaking cry:

"It's battered! It's battered! If you boil it again, it will be gone!"

"I helped you deal with such a big trouble, just want to eat something, you say you are so fooling me!"

He watched with grief and angrily the chaotic stew on the fire, already boiled, and thumped his chest: "You said as for?! As for?! As for?!"

"..."

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"Master, please eat meat!"

"Master, would you like some water?"

"Master, would you like to have some chicken legs?"

"Master, I boiled soup to replenish your body..."

"Uncle...Uncle...Uncle..."

Ten minutes later, next to the fire.

The leader of the caravan and Donald sat cautiously on the side, serving all kinds of food continuously, like a waiter in a tavern:

The figure who was immersed in the madness ignored them a word, just ate madly, and those who came would not refuse. It was as if there was a bottomless pit in his stomach. Until the end, he ate Donald’s last beef jerky and sighed sadly:

"Oh, I'm finally full."

Donald's expression twitched: Is there an incinerator hidden in this guy's stomach!

"Uh, sir..."

He hesitated, pointed at the black mist around him, and forced a smile.

The shadow froze for a moment. Then he patted his head: "Ah, I'm hungry and dizzy, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that things will be reversed. I suppressed it for so long, but the strength has grown too much, and I can't control it..."

He took a deep breath and flicked his fingertips.

After a cold sound of the piano, there was a dark mist all over him. The power that made the horses neigh and terror gradually dissipated, revealing a young face and a big turban that looked dirty.

"Do you have a bed here?" The young man got up and looked around.

The leader of the caravan quickly pointed to his tent and offered it with both hands.

"Thanks."

The young man nodded in satisfaction, took a handful of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand. The businessman was stunned, and wanted to refuse, the young man waved his hand: "This will be the cost of meals and car driving in the future."

Wait, later?

The merchant was stunned, and soon his face was crying.

Does this uncle plan to stay a few more days?

The young man got into the tent unsuspectingly and fell asleep. Soon, snoring sounded everywhere.

The people around looked at each other. In the end, Donald, with a grimace, was pushed out and cautiously approached the tent. When he was about to say something, he felt a cold in his throat.

A blood line appeared.

Donald stroked his neck sluggishly, feeling a small opening there. After a scream, she fell limp on the ground, trembling.

Until now. He only discovered that there was a faint smoke surrounding the tent, and in the smoke, a faint shadow stood like a ghost. Looking down at him indifferently.

Donald didn't dare to say anything, he glanced in awe, and walked away tiptoe.

"It is a blessing, not a curse."

He touched the wound on his neck and said to the leader of the caravan: "You better be respectful to the uncle. He is not interested in what you want to do.

It's best to keep it delicious and drink, otherwise... will you be able to reach the place safely? I have to say something else. "

The leader of the caravan gave a chill and nodded like garlic.

It's late at night.

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It wasn't until dawn, when the caravan gathered up the courage to look outside the camp, that they saw the mess everywhere. After being frightened, the horse crashed everywhere and hit itself into a fracture, fainted and fainted. The bandits were lying on the ground in a random manner.

As a result, he broke his leg unceremoniously and threw him into a carriage.

Each of these guys hangs up and don't know how much to offer a reward. The city-states along the way can't wait to prepare the gallows for them.

As long as the body is verified, you can get a windfall, and this group of bandits can get a beautiful straw rope necklace.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan just said that they would dispose of them at will, and then collected all their swords and the like, and put them in the backpack, looking like a Tianzhu wanderer who sells swords everywhere. .

"Because it's fun."

Ye Qingxuan said to Donald like this: "Don't you think that the enemy's swords are taken away, and it sounds very good to go to show off after a hundred of them?"

"...Uh, you just want to be happy."

Donald, who didn't think so at all, could only attribute it to a strange hobby of a mysterious musician, and then he kept silent.

From then on, Ye Qingxuan lived in the motorcade and lived in a mixed house.

Wake up in the morning and finish eating and lie in the car to sleep late. After dinner in the evening, lie in the tent and read a book. Occasionally, you can catch some wild animals to fight the teeth. The arduous journey is as sweet as honey and endless joy.

Well, except that the leader of the caravan who has to run to squeeze a tent and a car with his deputy every day often dangles in front of him with a bitter face.

However, Ye Qingxuan naturally didn't care about this little thing very generously.

"Boss, have you eaten yet?"

Ye Qingxuan leaned out from the car window and asked with a smile: "Come on, I'm a little hungry."

The leader of the caravan looked behind him with a sad face. Donald struggled for a long time, and ran to the distance to catch the rabbit. Anyway, since Ye Qingxuan came, the function of their bodyguards was only to catch. The rabbit came to eat for the uncle.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan's lunch was delivered to the car.

Ye Qingxuan is lying in the carriage ~ IndoMTL.com~ humming, reading a book, eating roasted rabbits, and watching the walkers outside the carriage eating dry food, there is a sense of happiness in her heart However, raw.

This day is so simple and full, there is no weakness!

Only in the afternoon, the convoy stopped inexplicably, and there was a faint noise in the distance.

Ye Qingxuan frowned and asked, "It's so noisy outside? What's the matter?"

The buddy ran to the front, and quickly came back panting: "A madman stopped in front of the convoy and wanted us to take him to Ossinway..."

"Oh?"

The boy raised his eyebrows, and a strange premonition emerged in his heart. When his line of thought stretched over, he couldn't help but want to blow his whistle.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a familiar voice shouting solemnly:

"Yes! Uncle, I am—Ye! Qing! Xuan!" (To be continued.)