Summoned Beast Invincible

The "one-eyed man" was indeed the former head of Lian Tong Village. At this point, all the leaders of Lantong Village, the evil force that caused trouble for one side, were finally killed. The key is, in the little succubus's heart, about the period after being injured.

The dark history of being forced to deal with a few "disgusting people" was finally wiped out with the death of the boss. This made the little succubus very happy.

However, the little succubus couldn't feel happy about the words that the big boss said before he died.

How do these people deal with the high bounties offered by the orcs and the grievances between Qihang and the orcs? The little succubus looked around at everyone with a whip in hand, trying to find some villagers hiding hostility and greed in their evasive eyes.

Old Mopan stood up. He walked tremblingly to the place where Qihang usually teaches classes and storytelling. There was indescribable sadness in his expression. He looked much older. After just walking a few steps, he was already angry.

Panting, Old Mopan stood there, looked up at the sky, turned to look at the direction the orcs were leaving, then turned around, looked at the villagers, first stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, and said in a deep voice:

"Zaizi will never survive! You all know that Zaizi's parents lost their lives for the village, and so did Zaizi's parents! Therefore, Zaizi was raised by everyone in the village with rice and water. Nothing else.

I have said it, everyone has seen it today, the kid lost his life to save me. I, Mopan, am not a timid person, I will endure it when I can, but I can’t be a coward when I can’t."

Lao Mopan tremblingly took out the pipe from his arms, shakily stuffed a pot of tobacco, lit the fire, and took a puff. Maybe he smoked too fast, and coughed a few times. He raised his head.

Sometimes tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes again, maybe because he was choked by the smoke, or because of something else. Lao Mopan coughed a few times, looked at the swirling smoke, and then said: "Old boy,

He was trying to persuade me to quit smoking. I just thought he was just a child making fun of me. But I was confused. What good is this cigarette? Apart from hurting my body, children also know better than an old fool like me.

Ah! How could you lose your child's life because of an old fool! It's not worth it~~~" Old Mopan stretched out his hand to wipe his tears again, and the villagers below were also in tears.

"Zaizi is a good boy! I can't let him die in such an unexplained way! This matter has nothing to do with Qihang. It is my own business!" Old Mopan broke the pipe in his hand and threw it on the ground.

, coughed twice, spat hard on the ground, and said firmly: "There used to be more than 1,300 people in our village. Some have died and some have left over the years. Now.

There are only 422 left. Another one left today, that’s 421. Why don’t I round it all up? The orcs are coming, and I, the old Mopan, have to work hard. I’m sorry for bothering you all.

Be patient. If there is even a little bit of my body left, I will find it and bury it with my son! We can’t let the child think that Uncle Mo is a worthless pustule!"

A few strong villagers below also separated from the crowd and walked to Lao Mopan, saying loudly: "Master Qihang didn't treat us well. He killed the orc high priest. I admire him very much! He can fight with us.

If these top heroes in the world fight the orcs together, even if they die, they will be worthy of death!"

Some people yelled and fought with them; others shouted, that's the truth.

Old Mopan shouted: "What are you talking about! Are the orcs here to fight with you? People will definitely die! Real dead people! They are all dead. Who will greet the old and weak in the village! Stop shouting, I am the only one.

People go…”

Suddenly an old voice came from outside the crowd, "Where did this warrior come from? Let the old man pay his respects too!" After the voice fell, I saw an old man being supported by someone to separate the crowd, and slowly walked towards the old Mopan. The old Mopan saw it coming.

As soon as the man's legs became weak, he knelt on the ground and started to cry loudly.

The old man walked up to Mopan, raised his cane and hit Mopan twice, then slapped it hard on the ground, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You're still crying? You're still crying! How hard are your wings?

Really? Are you still thinking of leaving the old and young men in the village and going out alone?

Why did I entrust the village to such a fool like you back then! In the troubled times of the orcs, some people want to leave, so let them go! Living in troubled times, human life is not valuable, just like the kite in the swamp, individual people care about themselves.

There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just that there are more than 300 people left now…”

"It's four hundred and twenty-one!" Old Mopan reminded in a low voice.

"Hmph!" The old man hit Lao Mopan with his crutch angrily, and then said: "Shut up! Look at the remaining four hundred people. Didn't that person entrust their wealth and life to the village?

Gave it to you? You said you would endure it, and they endured it. No matter how hard it was, they just endured it! Now you say that the kid died because of you, and you have to give him an explanation, so you can’t bear it anymore! You

This bull

Yazi! Those who lost their lives for the village in the past deserve to die? Did they die in vain? If everyone should be given an explanation, let alone you, even with my bones, how much can you explain?

One? Fighting to the death is one, but our village will be desolate just because a few people died? When have we old guys ever held you back? I don’t need you to take care of me, I can still live well..."

The old Mopan raised his head and said to the old man: "Uncle! This time is different..."

"Nothing is different!" the old man shouted: "You are the leader of the village! You have too many people to answer to! The kid left unjustly, so good! Let's go and seek justice...

"

"But, it's orcs, more than a hundred..."

"You stupid bastard, I'll beat you to death!" The old man got mad. He picked up his crutch and hit the old Mopan blindly. The old Mopan lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, letting the old man do it.

Beating, holding the ground tightly with both hands, tears dripping down uncontrollably!

After being beaten a few times, the old man's hands and feet were still weak. He couldn't help but sigh to the sky and said loudly: "Oh my God, what kind of world is this!" There were tears in his eyes. The old man looked around at everyone, and finally he fell on the ground and shed tears.

The old Mopan shouted: "No matter what you think! But when you want to fight against the orcs, call the old man

Me! Otherwise, otherwise..." The old man thought, if Old Mopan really went to fight the orcs without calling him, then he would never see him again in the future. In this case, what else could he do to him?

So the old man said "else" twice, not knowing what to say "else", so he had no choice but to stamp his feet heavily and turn away.

The old man left, but the old Mopan was still kneeling on the ground. The villagers who gradually gathered stood there in silence. I don't know who shouted: "Brother Mopan! You pulled my brother's life out of the swamp! I'm sorry today."

Returned to you!"

There was also a young man who shouted with a childish voice: "Uncle Pan, Zaizi and I are brothers who have been worshiped by others. I want to avenge my brother!"

Then the crowd began to roar.

The old Mopan grasped the ground tightly with his hands, tears streaming from his eyes, and roaring in his heart, but he did not dare to speak, because those were orcs! They were orcs! So he held his hands tighter, and the fingers of both hands

Several deep ditches were drawn on the ground!

The sound of horse hooves came back, and Qihang came back alone on a stupid horse. There was no sadness, joy, resentment or love on his face. When the villagers saw Qihang, there was something strange in their eyes, but Qihang seemed to have nothing to do with it.

When he felt it, he did not dismount, but drove his horse straight towards the old millstone.

The little succubus jumped on the idiot's back and told Qihang what the one-eyed man said, and Qihang nodded.

The fool stopped in front of Old Mopan, and Qihang just looked at Old Mopan lying on the ground. The first sentence he said was: "You are very brave, I envy you!" The second sentence: "The kid is gone.

I buried him on the high hill at the end of the village." The third sentence: "I thought I was brave before, but this time after my strength faded,

, I became a mortal, and I realized that I am really not brave. I am not as good as the folks, not as good as you, and not as good as Zaizi... I have thought about some things clearly, and there are still some things that I have not thought about clearly.

, but it doesn’t matter anymore, I have to do what I want in my heart, maybe I will die, but I am no longer afraid of death.”

Lao Mopan looked at him helplessly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Qihang smiled slightly: "My life is very valuable, I want to give it to you..."

Old Mopan stood up from the ground, looked at Qihang coldly, and said: "Master Qihang looks down on us country people too much! The little old man has never been an official or made a fortune in his life, but he has never been

I feel like I’m lacking something compared to others!”

Qihang pressed his hands slightly, still smiling slightly and said: "So, you don't want it?" Qihang glanced around, and all the villagers had fire in their eyes.

Qihang continued: "Since you don't want it, then I will give it to the orcs. Of course, I will see if their teeth are better and whether they can chew through my hard bone!"

Old Mopan came over and pulled the reins of the horse and said: "Master Qihang, it's up to you to look down on us country guys, but we can't spare these orcs this time. It doesn't matter whether you do it or not, little old man

We must take action. How about Master Qihang staying with us to resist them? The little old man thought, with the various fortifications in this village and your command, hundreds of

The orcs will definitely allow them to stay..."

Qihang said: "Old Mopan, you all know it well! This matter happened because of me, and the orcs just wanted to take my head to change their future. It's a pity about the kid, but in this world every day

If you have this kind of regret, even if you are not used to it, God will force you to get used to it, so don’t engage in such a fight of will and live on.

, is a wise choice! If I leave, the village will be saved. If I stay, the village will definitely be destroyed! Hundreds of orcs, if I were in my prime, I would naturally not be afraid! Now, my strength has been

I'm just a low-level warrior, I'm afraid two or three orcs will take care of me, so you can live if I leave!"

Old Mopan didn't let go of the horse rope that set sail, and shouted: "You are right, everything you said is right! But what we want now is not to live, but to live with dignity!" (

To be continued...)