MTL - Banished to Another World-Chapter 582

I heard that the water **** Tian Wu was also rescued. Many Moore people did not care about the snow and the cold, and brought the family to come and worship the heavens. & music & text & novel {lw}{0}

When I saw that Tian Wu’s head was missing two, the Mogan people were sad and sad, and they were even more sad than their broken legs!

They kept cursing horns.

A few older Moorish people took off their clothes and wanted to jump into the lake to take the initiative to sacrifice.

Tianwu is also lacking in energy, and he will eat those few people.

Severely put his face down, and the man who jumped into the lake slammed ashore again.

"Jiuyuan is not allowed to eat people! No matter who is it!"

The Moorish people said that they were willing and they were willing to sacrifice to Tianwu.

Tian Wu also yelled at him, arguing that he was nosy.

Slightly laughed, "Do you still want your two heads to come back?"

"Hey? Can you come back?" Tian Wu immediately called, and swam to the side of Yan, and looked at him innocently and charmingly.

Obviously there are no eyes, but he is also stared at by a lot of eyes staring at the sensation. Speaking silently, "Yes, but I have to pay a lot of money, and because the ancestors demanded, I only saved the nine atomic people he recognized. If they are not nine atomic people, they must exchange for the same price."

The ancestors who have been used thoroughly: ... there is a kind of you standing in front of me! Believe it or not, I am dying you!

The light bulb in the head of Tianwu’s head slammed and asked a little eagerly: “I have nothing to exchange with you. Is it because I can join my Jiuyuan, can you make my head grow back?”

"You want to join the nine original?" Slightly slow down the tone.

The Moorish people looked at Tianwu. They couldn’t understand the words of Tianwu, but they could analyze one or two from the harsh words.

Do their water gods also join the Nine Kingdoms?

Oh, it seems... not bad?

Wuyuan’s look is solemn and calm. He supports any decision of the water god. Now there is no priest in Moore. The drowning priest died too suddenly. His disciples are gone. How to worship the water **** in the future, no one knows how to communicate with the water god. Moore has long existed in name only.

If the priests of Jiuyuan can re-establish their duties of communicating with the **** of water and sacrificing the **** of water, what is the difference between their Moore or Mougao?

Wuyuan whispered his opinion to the people nearby.

His confidant and the people he heard nearby spread his words, and many people felt that it was reasonable. Before, they still felt that they had a lot of uneasiness and sorrow when they fled to the Nine, but if the water **** came here, they would not be afraid of anything!

Just change a sacrifice and change a leader. Their gods have not changed.

And join the nine original, in addition to the water god, the ancestors will bless them, how good!

Tianwu is more direct. This is a god, it is better to say that it is a high-order energy intelligent animal. There is only one criterion to keep it: there is milk and it is a mother!

The Mogan chiefs betrayed him, and the priests died. She seems to be free, but she has become accustomed to living with human beings, habits and human beings, and she is not willing to leave for a while.

Although I joined Jiuyuan, I will share the waters with the mermaid in the future, but those mermaids smell really delicious. Maybe there is a chance in the future, she can secretly eat one or two?

With the temptation of mermaid and long head, the voice of Tianwu spit out a wavy line: "Yes~~"

There are a lot of rules to be with Tian Wuli, but now it is not a suitable service. "If you really want to join Jiuyuan, then swear by your soul."

"it is good."

"Follow me: I am a god, under the supervision of the gods, swear by my soul, join the nine originals from today, swear not to take the initiative to harm the nine atomic people, swear not to betray the nine originals, obey all the rules of the nine original... ..."

Half an hour later, the two heads that Tian Wu was cut off re-emerged in the eyes of the public.

The stern prestige is raised again after this miracle is raised, and it is said now.

There will be an overwhelming action when the sky is unclear, and the entire nine original camps are preparing for this.

Even the nearly five thousand slaves who have just been rescued, as long as they are not bad, are doing something they can.

Blackwater is also welcome to win the stone, see them sincerely want to help, decisively assigned the task to them.

The new slaves are afraid that they are useless. Seeing that there is something to do, most people are very happy.

Several important figures in the camp disappeared, including the water **** Tianwu who had just been rescued, and the 800-person fisherman who was supported in the big river.

On the other end, after two sneak attacks, the horned camp greatly improved the defense. Even if the snow was big and the night was going out for a while, the dead people could be frozen. They still sent more defense personnel.

The upper horns of the horns deliberately crushed the slaves of the slave camp, and almost no one knew about it.

Many slave soldiers had to be forced to run out of the gate at a temperature of nearly 30 degrees below zero. The horned people were afraid that they would have to agree to let them ignite the fire to keep warm, but the fire in the fire seemed to be in the snow. It’s frozen, and it’s only a matter of being close to it.

The snow placed on the fire has not been turned on for a long time. I don’t know how long it will take to wait for it to boil. I can only hope to heat it a little.

"When is this day going?" The guardian slaves were so cold that they couldn't even get out of it. They could only hold themselves to the fire.

"Yeah, at this time in the past, slaves have also entered caves or stockades. How can people go out at this time? Those who are cursed by the **** of water..."

"Shut up! Don't you want to die?"

The talking slaves wanted to make a look of indifference, but the voice was still a lot lower. "What are you afraid of, those horns are entering the house, the snow is so big, they simply can’t hear what we are talking about. Those The bone soldiers can't understand!"

Standing in rows of bone soldiers in the snow, the lines did not move, and gradually covered up by heavy snow. But the slave soldiers know that as long as there is a horned man, these bone soldiers will immediately resurrect and play extremely fierce fighting power.

"Don't talk about it, you can bear it, and you can change someone in a while." The first slave soldier and the muddy road.

"In fact, tonight is a day to escape..." The slave soldier who was arrogant to the horned man looked up at the red sky. Because there was snow, it was not dark tonight, but because of the snow, the line of sight was still blocked.

"Escape? Where can you escape?" A slave soldier sneered. "Our patriarch and family are in the slave camp. Our big witch is locked in the dungeon. The patriarch and the witch also have slave bones. Do you want us? Give up on them to escape?"

Other slaves were exposed to pain and whispered curse.

There are more ways for an horned person to control them. If a person in a squad escapes, not only will the relatives of this person suffer, but other members of the squad will be punished. If a team escapes, then the camp is unlucky.

In this way, the warriors who do not want to be tired of other people can only endure to continue to be slave soldiers, and do not care about other people who are dead in life and are stared at by the same camp.

Unless everyone agrees to escape together, otherwise...

"Oh, let's get to our death, or find out which side of the horned man and the nine originals failed completely."

"In any case, no matter which victory, we will die!"

All slave soldiers did not speak, and grief and despair spread among the people.

At this moment, no one saw the wooden door of the mud house located behind the fire was opened and closed quickly.

The front creek held himself tightly in the haystack, and the night was too cold. He even got all the things he could wear and wrap, but he was still cold.

The Moorish River, who was sleeping next to him, squeezed over him and seemed to want to warm him with his body.

Once, he also played with this guy. Moore’s little chieftain used to bring people like Cai Shi and Cai He to them to grab people. Who knows that Moore’s slave business is very prosperous, but Moore relies on it. The slave traders were rich, and the small tribes around them were greatly ravaged.

Qianxi once swore that he would never let anyone in Moore dry and see that he would kill!

But now he is working with the Moorish people as a slave to the horned man, and even sleeping in a grass nest with his hated enemies at night.

He was afraid of cold, and he was funny. As the second son of the Bianxi patriarch, he would not change. In the winter, the other side of the Xi family, including younger brothers and sisters who are much smaller than him, can become the body of the beast, with thick fur to resist the cold, only a few of him and the family can only rely on the fur and fire of other animals. .

What's even more funny is that these weak people who are naturally incapable of transforming are actually possible inheritors of the great witches, so those who cannot be transformed into the family are not in a low status and are greatly protected.

For this reason, he was put on slave bones, not thrown into slaves or used as materials, but led him to lead some Bianxi people to slaves to horned people. Other tribes saw that he was controlled by slave bones, and all gave up resistance and did not dare to escape. He was afraid that he would be punished and hurt.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Bianxi people who were the slaves were not the entire population of the Bingxi people, and they still escaped more than half.

At the beginning, a horned man attacked, and his father fled to Jiuyuan with some people, and the big witch took them another way. The soldiers are divided into two ways, mainly to save the strength as much as possible, to avoid being caught once they are caught.

He didn't know if the group of people his father had escaped. He only knew that he and the big witch were caught quickly.

Qianxi had thought about suicide, but as long as he thought that the great witch was still suffering in the dungeon, he could not die so irresponsibly. Besides, he is dead, can his family escape smoothly?

The Caihe River behind him squeezed into him.

Caixi felt a little warm behind him and stumbled into sleep again.

"Wake up."

"Who?" Qianxi woke up and turned to sit up.

"To save your people, don't move."

The former stream did not believe, the room was dark, he could only stare at the darkness with his eyes wide open.

There was a hand reaching in front of his neck, and the front creek felt the temperature wanting to dodge.

"Do you want to wear this slave bone all the time?"

The front stream does not move. No matter who the person is, if he can really dismiss the slave bone for him, he is willing to gamble.

The hand didn't know what was done on the slave bone. After a while, he recovered. "Now, this slave bone can't control you, but in order not to alarm the horned person, I can't help you to completely remove it, wait for you to leave." ”

"Who are you?" Qianxi subconsciously raised his hand and touched the slave bone on his neck. He did not believe it. Is it so simple?

"Jiuyuan priest, silent."

"It's you!?" Qianxi exclaimed, even if he quickly received the sound, the sound spread.

The strange thing is that several people who lived with him in the same house did not respond, just as they did not hear his exclamation.

Are they still sleeping?

Qianxi was not very optimistic. He touched the slave bone again and then reached out to touch the void - where is that person? At the same time, the small channel: "It's so cold outside, there is a big snow, we can't escape even if we remove the slave bone, even if we escape, we can't escape."

"Reassure, you don't need to be so hard, you just have to do a few small things, and the rest will be handed over to me. As long as you don't go out of trouble, I will be able to save you all." The gentle voice of peace of mind is so convincing. Force, it sounds like people can't help but believe him.

"You want me, what do we want to do?" Qianxi has begun to believe this voice.

Qian Xi’s sleep was very sweet, and he felt that he had made a very beautiful dream.

In the dream, a young man who claimed to be a priest of Jiuyuan helped him to remove the slave bone.

He is willing to ask the other side to help him save the witch, and the other party promised.

"Former stream?"

Qianxi suddenly opened his eyes.

Caihe looked at him strangely.

Qianxi sat up and found that the sky was already bright. He subconsciously touched the slave bone on his neck and found no abnormalities.

However, the dream of last night was so real, and he even clearly remembered the escape time that the nine priests had agreed with him.

Caihe looked at him, and he stopped talking.

The rest of the house also started to get up, and when everyone got up, the expression was very strange.

Finally, everyone sees me, I see you, I seem to want to say something, and I am worried.

Qianxi, through the faint light shining through the door, slowly looked at everyone in the room, and suddenly felt a move, saying: "I had a dream last night..."

Everyone else has a good spirit.

Caihe made a gesture. At this time, regardless of the grievances of the people in the house, they were all temporarily put down, and everyone concentrated on the Qianxi River and the Caihe River.

"I also had a dream last night, what about you?"

The crowd nodded.

Caihe lowered his voice. "Let us verify, we have dreams of each."

Twelve men gathered together and lowered their voices to talk about their dreams.

With a dream confided, the smile on everyone's face can no longer be suppressed.

"Hey." Qianxi erected his fingers. "It seems that we all have the same dream. If the one in the dream is true, then most of our people have been sent to Jiuyuan, we The scruples have been reduced by more than half, and the other party said that he will be responsible for rescued the important figures of the various ethnic groups who are locked in the dungeon. Then there is one question left, whether you want to put our people before the good time in the dream. Put it together?"

"Those bone soldiers..." Some people still have concerns.

Caihe ruined: "This is the best chance! Those horned warriors are afraid of cold, they will not come out easily in the house. We are swaying the wind and snow, first solve the bone soldiers outside, I know the weakness of those bone soldiers. Where, as long as they get rid of the crystals on them, they can't move. Then they deal with the horned soldiers collectively. The horns think that there are slave bones to control us, we dare not rebel against them, and we are wary of us. We have to have a great chance to start with them and get a better chance before more people perceive it."

Qianxi looked around at everyone and whispered, "Don't you do it?"

Caihe sinks, "But before we need to verify, if our slave bones are not lifted?"

"How to verify, deliberately provoke them to punish us?"

"That's it! Simple, but straightforward. If the threat of slave bones to us has really been eliminated, I will pretend to be one or two, and I will not see those horns."

Strictly using the willingness to increase the speed in the corner camp, he did find some warehouses, and also collected some things, such as food, fur, red salt and bone reserves.

But he did not find the bone warehouse, none of them!

It seems that the powerful weapon should be placed in the storage bones and carried by the high-rises such as Nita.

Strictly did not alarm the horned people, but did not arrest their high-level people. He just took the new city, the old city, and all the food, salt and heating materials that could be found in the warrior battalion in the space.

It was dawn, and the visibility was not much better than the night, and the heavens and the earth were brighter.

The snow and snow stopped when he turned to half, but because of the strict need, the snow that had just stopped was scraped again, and almost no one noticed that the blizzard had stopped for a while.

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