He Comes From the Void

Just like crocodiles will lurk in the river waiting for wildebeest to drink, many bandit groups will also guard near the water source and wait for their prey to come to their door.

And the weaver tribe who stayed by the river overnight became their target.

"They must have deliberately waited for the Zagaya tribe to go far away before making a move. There are heavily armed Doman beasts around, so they dare not do anything." Kassadin was well-informed, and he analyzed the cause of the incident at once.

The Shakar bandits stopped in front of the rock, got off their camels one after another, and walked into the range of the fire.

There were dozens of robbers in this group, all of them were equipped with reinforced bone shields and long-handled weapons. They wore this bone visor on their faces, with only holes for their eyes, revealing fierce and fierce gazes, weaving The craftsmen patrolled back and forth.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and only the flock of sheep could be heard calling incessantly in the cold wind carrying sand grains.

"The bandit group usually only targets the scavengers. It shouldn't kill the weaver tribe. After all, there are hundreds of people in it. If it is really smashed, the opponent's loss must not be small."

Facing the bandits, Kassadin remained calm. While explaining the situation to the two in a low voice, he moved closer to the front.

As a piggybacked guest, when the host encounters danger, he should consciously stand together and show his attitude.

Otherwise, if you don't act, you will be betrayed or suffer retaliation afterwards.

"If there is a conflict, you two don't do anything to expose the secret, I will handle it." He finally warned.

"Well, I understand." Kane held Kesha down and stepped back into the darkness. He protected Kesha behind him, and whispered, "Don't use Void Skin Armor unless it is absolutely necessary."

Keisha didn't respond, her eyes dimly watching the group of robbers, wondering if doing it herself would make things better or worse.

The bandit leader spoke, his voice hoarse like gravel rubbing against each other.

"Break out the sheep, and we'll leave now. There won't be any blood tonight."

He spoke eloquently, and his intentions were obvious in one sentence. Now it was the chief weaver's turn to make a decision.

All the clansmen cast their dignified eyes on the chief, waiting for him to make a decision, which doubled the pressure on the chief.

"You took all the sheep away, how can we live?" The chief expected that the other party didn't think of the conflict, and wanted to be a white wolf with empty hands, and his nervous heart calmed down a little.

"I'll give you half at most." He replied bitterly, as if he was spending money to eliminate the disaster.

Their tribe is not good at fighting, and if they really fight, they will definitely suffer.

Moreover, they are a group, a big family, and they can't do without anyone.

So avoid the battle as much as possible, the chief thought a lot - if only half of it is handed over, it will only take a few summers to recover all the losses; but if he handed over all of them, he will never see him again be able to recover the loss.

But robbers never make sense.

"Here, I have the final say. I will pay by the head. One sheep redeems one life." The bandit leader's tone was unquestionable. He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to start counting the number of people.

This made the middle-aged chief's lips tremble, and his whole body felt cold.

More than one hundred people, more than one hundred sheep, this is most of the flock!

It turned out that the other party had already calculated it.

——It’s good that there is no conflict.

Kassadin thought from his own standpoint, and the three of them were also counted. After this incident, he should pay the weavers with something equivalent to or higher than the value of the three sheep, so as to make up for some of the heavy losses they suffered.

At this moment, things suddenly changed.

When the robbers were counting the number of people, they noticed that Kesha was special. Even though Kane had expected to stand in front of her, he could only block one side of her gaze.

They informed the bandit leader, and a lot of malicious eyes were cast on the two of them.

"Oops." Kane's face sank like water, but Keisha's stunning appearance was still discovered.

"That purple-haired girl in the corner, show us your face!" Encouraged by a group of robbers, the bandit leader issued an order.

The eyes of the crowd gathered in an instant, and Kane could feel Kesha behind him trembling, suppressing her anger.

"Hurry up! Don't waste my time!" Several impatient robbers began to boo.

Kesha's gloomy voice reached her ears, and she asked, "Kane, if I change back to the original, can I scare these people away?"

The armor plate on her back began to spread, and the skin armor was eager to kill, tearing off the disguise and reappearing in the sky.

"The Sand Pirates are not so easy to scare away, but they will scare the weavers instead. Uncle knows this so that we will not be exposed."

Keisha gritted her teeth, suppressing the desire to kill.

"Don't worry, I still have spells to protect us." Kane calmly reassured her.

"Are you deaf? Come out!"

The robbers continued to shout, when the chief stepped forward.

"Let go of that girl, we can have a few more sheep, just please let her go!" He gritted his teeth and begged.

The righteous chief was unwilling to involve outsiders in this incident. This time, he made a wrong decision and spent the night by the river to cause the plunder.

He knew very well the terrible treatment that a beautiful girl like Kesha would encounter after being taken away by robbers, basically never to return.

Moreover, it is not once or twice that the robbers are extremely hungry and eat people. They have no moral bottom line at all!

"What the fuck is your business? Get your sheep ready!" The bandit leader picked up flying sand on the ground with a bone spear and hit the chief in the face.

The latter was hit into the eye socket by flying sand, and he raised his hand to wipe it, tears streaming down from the pain.

"The little girl is disobedient, so take her away."

A few men with wretched smiles walked out of the bandit group and surrounded Kesha, but when the last Sand Bandit passed by Kassadin, the latter suddenly became violent.

His right wrist popped out the nihilistic light blade, and he raised the knife and dropped it—the head of the unsuspecting robber was cut off, and even the gushing blood disappeared strangely, as if he had gone to another dimension.

Then he turned and charged at another Sand Bandit, who raised his spear in panic to block.

Surprisingly, the hardwood spear shaft was easily severed by the light blade like a strand of hair. With a flash of cold light, the robber looked down and saw his separated ribs and thoracic vertebrae, and his heart was exposed from the flat incision.

Is this a nightmare?

Blood splattered five steps, burning with anger.

Kassadin's anger could no longer be suppressed, and from the moment his daughter was discovered, he couldn't stay out of it.

These thieves dare to touch his only daughter!

Never forgive!

When the rest of the robbers saw that their accomplice had been killed, they roared and rushed towards Kassadin with spears.

They wielded bone spears that could pierce Skarash, making it easy to deal with the unarmored Kassadin. Even if he holds the invincible magic weapon wrist blade in his hand, he can't hold back the many hands on the opposite side.

While Kassadin was thinking about how to respond, he suddenly raised dust on the ground between them.

The robbers were blinded by the dust and stopped charging. Kassadin seized the opportunity to rush forward and deal a fatal blow to the sand robbers.