Crown of Silence

Chapter 339 Are you really that bad?

The sound of the horseshoes trampling on the ground was like thunder drums, making a real roar.

With the help of the special horseshoes, the warhorse was very fast. In an instant, the thunder came from afar and was about to rush into the range of the flames.

It was too late.

Donald's face was pale: the Caucasian cavalry's frontal attack, even the fearless heavy armored infantry of Asgard had to weigh the consequences, let alone such a patchwork caravan.

He gritted his teeth, resisted the thunder, and rushed forward, his sword blade whistling and slashing, facing the enemy's saber.

In an instant, life and death were decided.

But at that moment, the warhorse under the crotch of the Caucasian horse bandit suddenly shook, suddenly stood up in the gallop, neighed uneasily, and then his legs softened, foamed at the mouth, and twitched in fear.

The bandit on horseback fell to the ground with his mount, breaking his legs on the spot. He couldn't even get up. He looked at Donald with a sword in his eyes, despair.

Donald hesitated for a moment, and instead of seizing the opportunity to chop off his head, he quickly pulled back and returned to the defensive camp.

So weird!

So weird!

He tensed up all over, trying to suppress the uneasiness and fear that suddenly broke out in his heart for some unknown reason. He turned back suddenly and saw the pale faces of his companions.

Suddenly, in the camp, the tied horses neighed in pain, fell to the ground and convulsed, as if they felt something terrible approaching and wanted to escape desperately.

Or trampled on each other...

The group of Caucasian horse bandits had fallen into chaos, and they were in a more serious state than in the camp.

In the darkness, only a chaotic roar was heard, and then the horses in chaos were forcibly injected with tranquilizers. After being deprived of their minds and thinking abilities, they temporarily became puppets that could only react mechanically.

But this is not over yet.

"Who is it?!"

In the darkness, someone roared, but then it stopped abruptly. Suddenly, there was a commotion, but then it fell silent.

The voices of the bandits disappeared, as if swallowed by the endless darkness.

And in the darkness, a dark shadow was slowly approaching.

One step, and then another.

It was like stepping on everyone's heart, and the pain and panic in their hearts became more and more magnified with every step closer.

Until the end, the erratic figure, wrapped in a black mist that seemed to have substance, walked towards the camp.

The black mist seemed to contain some beast from a nightmare, constantly revealing the hideous appearance of scales and claws, sometimes like a beast, sometimes like a tsunami, and sometimes evolving into the face of a dead person, telling bewitching words.

Everyone who saw it was stunned and trembling like a demon.

And right in front, Donald's sword suddenly trembled, emitting a burst of heat, waking him up from his dizziness. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and pointed it at the man:

"Stop!"

Instantly, in the black fog, the figure stopped and looked over.

The eyes were green like a wild wolf, with an indescribable hunger. When they swept across the man's face, it was like a blade brushing against him, making people feel creepy.

Donald heard the trembling voices of the people around him. Those who had never seen real fear before raised their crossbows and aimed at the gradually approaching figure. The fingers on the trigger twitched and could not be controlled.

"Hold on, hold on!"

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

The group of horse bandits had already demonstrated the consequences of shooting arrows. In just a few seconds, the whole group was dealt with, and it was unknown whether they would live or die... No, I'm afraid that if they fell into the hands of that thing, they would be worse off than dead, right?

He looked at the dark figure, a trace of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and he couldn't help shivering.

"This, this friend!"

He could hardly suppress his fear: "We are all people who come out to make a living, why don't we help each other..."

"Things."

The figure made a hoarse voice, and his sight seemed to pass through his body and cast into the camp. The merchants shuddered, their faces pale, and finally, they gritted their teeth and nodded:

"Give it to him!"

Soon, the guys carried more than a dozen iron boxes like coffins and placed them outside the camp.

"The things are all here."

Donald looked at the black shadow with vigilance and fear: "Friend, we just want to survive..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure pounced on the box and tore it apart like 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 Brothers, each one can be exchanged for a fist-sized piece of lapis lazuli.

But the black shadow was stunned, and then he overturned the iron box in anger!

"Who the hell wants this!!!"

The black shadow roared and glared at Donald.

In silence, the members of the caravan were all in a daze. The shadow bent down, as if sniffing something, and suddenly cried out in a heartbroken voice:

"It's burnt! It's burnt! It will die if it's boiled any longer!"

"I helped you solve such a big problem, and I just want to eat something. Do you think you have to fool me like this?"

He looked at the big stew on the fire with grief and anger. It had already been burnt, and beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Do you think it's necessary?! Do you think it's necessary?! Do you think it's necessary?!"

"..."

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"Uncle, please eat meat!"

"Uncle, would you like some water?"

"Uncle, would you like some chicken drumsticks?"

"Uncle, I made soup to replenish your health..."

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

Ten minutes later, by the fire.

The leader of the caravan and Donald sat carefully on one side with him, serving all kinds of food in a steady stream, as attentive as the waiters in the tavern:

The figure who was engrossed in eating didn't pay any attention to them, he just ate like crazy, eating whatever was served to him and not rejecting anyone who came. It was like there was a bottomless pit in his stomach, until finally, he finished chewing Donald's last beef breast and sighed with regret:

"Oh, I'm finally full."

Donald's expression twitched: Does this guy have an incinerator hidden in his belly?

"Uh, sir..."

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

The black shadow was stunned for a moment, then patted his head: "Ah, I'm so hungry that I'm dizzy. I'm sorry. I didn't expect that things will turn in reverse. I suppressed them for so long. As a result, my strength increased too much and I couldn't control it..."

He took a deep breath and flicked his fingertips.

After a burst of cold music, the black mist around him and the terrifying power that made the horses neigh gradually dissipated, revealing a young face and a dirty-looking turban.

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

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

"Thanks."

The young man nodded with satisfaction, took out a handful of bills from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. The businessman was stunned and wanted to refuse, but the young man waved his hand: "Let this be used as food money and car rental fees in the future."

Wait, later?

The businessman was stunned and immediately burst into tears.

Is this uncle still planning to stay for a few more days?

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

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

A line of blood appeared.

Donald touched his neck dully and felt a small opening there. After screaming in surprise, he collapsed on the ground, trembling.

Only now did he realize that there was faint smoke surrounding the tent. In the smoke, there was a faint shadow standing like a ghost, looking down at him indifferently.

Donald didn't dare to say anything anymore, looked at him in awe, and tiptoed away.

“It’s a blessing, not a curse.”

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

It's best to keep them well fed and well fed, otherwise... whether you can get there safely is another question. "

The leader of the caravan shuddered and nodded.

Late at night.

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It wasn't until after dawn that the caravan members plucked up the courage to look outside the camp and saw the mess everywhere. The horses were so frightened that they bumped around everywhere and broke their bones. The horse bandits who fainted and died were scattered all over the place. lying on the ground.

Naturally, his legs were unceremoniously broken and thrown into a carriage.

Each of these guys has an unknown amount of reward on their head, and the city-states along the way are eager to prepare gallows for them.

As long as they are authenticated, they can get a windfall, and these bandits can get a beautiful straw rope necklace.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan just said that they could do whatever they wanted, and then collected all their swords and stuff, and stuck them in his backpack. He really looked like a Tianzhu wanderer selling swords everywhere.

"Because it's fun."

Ye Qingxuan said to Donald: "Don't you think it would be great to take away the enemy's swords and make a hundred of them to show off your power?"

"...Well, as long as you're happy."

Donald, who didn't feel this way at all, could only attribute it to the mysterious musician's strange hobby, and then kept silent.

From then on, Ye Qingxuan lived a life of eating, drinking and sleeping in the caravan.

After getting up in the morning, I lay down in the car and sleep in. After dinner in the evening, I lie down in the tent and read a book. Occasionally, I can catch some wild animals to beat the teeth. Compared with the originally expected arduous trip of eating in the wind, drinking in the dew, and covering the sky and the ground, , simply as sweet as honey and boundless joy.

Well, except for the caravan leader who has to squeeze into a tent and a car with his deputy every day and often dangles in front of him with a grimace.

However, Ye Qingxuan was naturally very generous and didn't care about this trivial matter.

"Boss, do you still have something to eat?"

Ye Qingxuan leaned out of the car window and asked with a smile: "Please have some more, I'm a little hungry."

The leader of the caravan looked behind him with a frown. Donald struggled for a long time and ran to catch rabbits in the distance. Anyway, since Ye Qingxuan came, the only function of their bodyguards was to catch rabbits. The uncle ate it.

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

Ye Qingxuan was lying in the carriage, humming a song, reading a book, eating roast rabbit, and looking at the walking men outside the carriage eating dry food, a feeling of happiness emerged in his heart.

This day is so simple and fulfilling, there is simply no weakness!

Just in the afternoon, the motorcade stopped inexplicably, and there was a faint noise in the distance.

Ye Qingxuan frowned and asked, "It's so noisy outside? What's going on?"

The guy ran to the front and soon came back panting: "There's a madman blocking the convoy and asking us to take him to Auschwitz..."

"Oh?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and had a strange premonition in his heart. When his thoughts extended over, he couldn't help but want to whistle.

Then, he heard a familiar voice shouting seriously:

"That's right! I am - Ye! Qing! Xuan!"