MTL - Lord Highlander-Chapter 12 11. Killing

   Chapter 12 11. Killing

  The afternoon sun shines through the dense canopy, leaving thin spots of light in the woodland.

  There is a lot of humidity in the forest. Although the sun is isolated from the outside, the forest cannot stop the erosion of the heat wave. The entire forest is like a huge steamer.

  The shouts of the aborigines can be heard far away.

The natives of Handanal County were driven from the plains to the mountains by the evil spirits, but the indigenous people didn't seem to hate these evil spirits very much. Instead, they made troubles for the soldiers of the Green Empire. The small jungle guerrilla warfare of the indigenous people, It has become the biggest problem for the Green Empire's logistics supply line.

The people of the Grimm Empire occupied this land only for the rich resources on this land. Some slave traders in the Grimm Empire, at most, captured some natives and sold them to some big lords on the main plane of Roland Continental. become a slave. But in the eyes of the evil spirits, these aborigines are just sour food...

The two aborigines guarding the side of the aborigine leader quickly found He Boqiang. They regarded He Boqiang as the aborigine who was behind. Hurry up and follow.

  He Boqiang did not make a sound. When He Boqiang rushed to a place less than 20 meters away from the indigenous leader, the two indigenous people finally discovered the difference in He Boqiang.

The aboriginal leader also realized at this time that He Boqiang was not an aboriginal at all. He let out a strange cry and directed the strong aboriginal man under his crotch to retreat. The two aboriginals beside him held wooden spears in their hands and strode forward. He rushed towards He Boqiang.

The distance of more than 20 meters was only a few seconds for He Boqiang and the two aborigines. He Boqiang did not slow down at all during the run. An aborigine stabbed He Boqiang fiercely with the wooden spear in his hand.

  He Boqiang, on the other hand, used both feet to leap high, and swung the Roman sword in his hand like lightning, and slashed precisely on the wooden spear of the native.

The hardwood spear broke at the sound, and He Boqiang took the opportunity to hit the aborigine's face with his elbow, and his knee against the aborigine's chest. There was a series of bone cracking sounds when they collided together, and the aborigine was knocked down by He Boqiang. He Boqiang also stepped over his body for the first time, and chased after the retreating indigenous leader.

  Finding that he could not escape, the indigenous leader drove the strong indigenous man under his crotch to face He Boqiang. The indigenous leader waved a wooden stick with a banner tied in his hand and threw it at He Boqiang, bringing a red flame.

  He Boqiang was taken aback by the fire, and moved aside the burning stick. The stick passed against his cheek, and the scorching flame made his face feel a sting.

  When the indigenous leader saw that the blow worked, he was overjoyed, and ordered the strong indigenous man under his crotch to chase forward.

Although He Boqiang is physically strong, he lacks combat experience. The native strong man carried the leader on his back and stepped forward to pursue him. He raised his foot and kicked He Boqiang's lower abdomen. He Boqiang retreated in embarrassment. Lifting it up, a two-foot-long mouth was opened on the chest of the strong native man. The abdominal cavity and chest cavity were cut open by a sharp weapon, and the internal organs were squeezed out along the wound and flowed all over the floor.

  The strong man wailed and fell to the ground.

  The indigenous leader riding on his neck also lost his center of gravity and fell down.

  He Boqiang didn't expect his body's instinctive reaction to be so fierce. He was a little flustered just now, his mind went blank, and the movements in his hands were completely subconscious, but he took advantage of the opportunity to kill the burly aboriginal man.

The indigenous leader who fell to the ground threw the long staff of the banner in his hand on the ground, and was about to climb over to pick up the long staff of the banner at this time, how could He Boqiang let him get back his weapon, so he clenched his hands Gritting his teeth, he fell on the body of the native leader and stabbed the sharp Roman sword into the back of the native leader.

  The native guards chasing up from behind stabbed He Boqiang in the back of the neck with a wooden spear.

  Based on the instinctive reaction of the body, He Boqiang lowered his head subconsciously with his chest in his chest, and the wooden spear barely pierced his scalp.

He Boqiang grabbed the wooden spear with one hand, and stabbed the Roman sword in the other hand into the chest of the native guard. The native guard fell on the leader while holding his chest. With the broken braid, he wiped the neck of the native guard with a Roman sword, and the native guard died directly.

After killing three aborigines in a row, the blood in his body was still rushing, and his heartbeat was like beating a drum. He Boqiang sat on the forest glade covered with dead leaves, his hands tightly clenched. The sword also rolled down to the ground at this moment, the blood on his body quickly congealed, and his palm was a little sticky.

  He Boqiang wanted to find some dead leaves to wipe off the blood on his hands.

  Before he sat on the ground to catch his breath, the aborigines hidden deep in the dense forest found that the leader had been killed, and immediately yelled in the dense forest, with voices rising and falling, and the news of the aboriginal leader's death spread quickly.

  The aborigines in the vicinity came to surround He Boqiang's position one after another. The aborigines hadn't arrived yet, but the messy arrows had already flown in one after another. A wooden arrow just happened to fall at He Boqiang's feet and lost its strength.

  He Boqiang saw countless aboriginals encircling them, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He picked up the Roman sword on the ground and the long staff of the aboriginal leader with the flag tied on it, and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement.

  Probably those aborigines who were charging in front also heard the news of the death of the leader.

  He Boqiang was worried about being torn apart by the angry natives behind him, so he ran in the direction he came with all his strength. Some natives wanted to stop He Boqiang halfway, but no one could stop him.

  Behind He Boqiang, hundreds of indigenous people formed a fan shape, shouting desperately and chasing He Boqiang.

  He Boqiang didn't expect that he would annoy all the aborigines by killing the aboriginal leader single-handedly. He didn't even dare to look back at the situation behind him, so he could only run forward with all his strength.

I don't know how far I ran, but I felt that my legs were getting heavier and heavier, and the air inhaled into my lungs seemed to never be enough, and my throat began to taste a little salty, and He Boqiang knew that he had begun to experience exhaustion However, those natives were always biting behind him, not falling far behind.

  He Boqiang ran, his feet became soft, and he tripped over something, and his body flew forward uncontrollably.

He Boqiang's face was firmly pressed against the leaf-covered woodland, and his body flipped forward, like an earth plane that landed hard, lifting up a large piece of fallen leaves in the woodland, and his whole body fell. With all kinds of meat and eight vegetables, my mind went blank, and there was only one thought: 'It's over! '

   Just when he was full of despair, a melodious horn sounded from the opposite side of the woodland, followed by a boiling cry of killing...

  (end of this chapter)