The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

It got dark early in the winter, and it was already dark when they returned to Abyss City.

Just when a certain person was letting a certain steel fork out of breath in a hot pot restaurant in Abyss City, in a distant human society, a few people in a wooden house were sitting around a rough dining table, eating rare and warm dishes from wooden bowls. Rice porridge with almost water.

Fortunately, there are many monsters in the surrounding woods. Today the hunting team beat a big wild boar, which made the porridge a little oily.

Around the dining table sat a boy, a girl, a middle-aged aunt, a middle-aged muscular man, and a bald old man. Among the five, the yellow-skinned, black-haired, and black-eyed boy was the leader.

The bald old man said to the young man while drinking porridge: "Xiao Ji, we only have enough food to last until January next year."

The boy called Xiaoji frowned, and the wooden bowl in his hand stopped beside his mouth.

In the summer, he suddenly appeared in front of a group of desperate victims, stoned a giant fine-toothed bear that was about to eat a child, and he had not recovered from this slime world. the leader of the victims.

At first, he could only wander around aimlessly with the victims who were displaced by the flood. They finally arrived at this basin under the guidance of a "kind-hearted" nobleman.

From the moment he settled down in the basin, he put food collection first.

It's just that when his brain became hot, he decided to expand the size of the team. As a result, the flood of victims exceeded their capacity.

Looking at the disaster victims with ragged clothes, yellow faces and dull eyes, he couldn't make a decision to drive them away anyway.

Most of these refugees are old and weak, and the food obtained by the hunting and gathering teams composed of young and middle-aged people cannot meet the needs of everyone.

What's more serious is that the "kind-hearted" aristocrat sent someone over during the autumn harvest to claim that this is his territory, and the victims who settled here must pay taxes, but this year everyone suffered a disaster, and the "kind" lord agreed to transfer this year's Taxes will be put into next year. If you can't pay enough taxes next year, all the people here will become slaves of the lord.

The disaster victims were indifferent to the news. For them, becoming a slave this year is no different from becoming a slave next year. Maybe they can run as far as they can in one year and next year.

But Comrade Ji Shijun, who has become the leader of the disaster victims, is not discouraged by this situation, because he still has a hole card.

Ji Shijun drank all the rice porridge in the wooden bowl in one go, and then asked, "Grandpa Nick, is the person I asked you to look up to?"

Nick is the grandson of a knight. His father has become a free man. He can write and calculate because of his family background. Ji Shijun asked him to manage supplies and go out to inquire about news.

Ji Shijun formed his own small team. At the same time, because he couldn't get used to them using common plants and animals to name himself, he gave new names to people he knew.

The five people who are eating together now are all the top executives of the "Ooooo Slime Pioneering Group".

Nick also drank all the rice porridge in the wooden bowl in one go, and then said, "I heard from the adventurers' union in the city. That person returned to the north two months ago, and now he should be at home for disaster relief."

"Disaster relief?" Ji Shijun's heart skipped a beat. If the person he was looking for was doing disaster relief, I'm afraid his plan to borrow food would fail.

"I know about this," said the middle-aged muscular man Bruce, "I heard that they are the richest family in the north. Even the baths are made of gold, and there are a dozen or 20 maids dancing beside them every day. .And whenever the orcs in the northern wasteland are plagued, they will send food to the orcs."

Bruce is the captain of the hunting team. He was an adventurer before, and he served as a guard for many caravans, so he was quite knowledgeable.

Ji Shijun's heart jumped again, and the figure of Azeroth's first filial daughter appeared in his mind.

At this time Nick continued: "I also heard that his subordinate Arturia is presiding over disaster relief in the northwest."

Ji Shijun looked bewildered. He seemed to have heard a very special name.

"Who is Arturia?" he asked.

"I know this person." Bruce said, "She is the king of knights who was summoned by the brave more than 300 years ago, and was later sealed by the devil. I heard that Earl McGarden helped her lift the seal two years ago, so she was there. Under the command of Earl McGarden."

"They seem to have a daughter," Nick added.

At this time, Ji Shijun was at the extreme, and there were too many slots that caused him to crash for a short time.

At this time, Bruce finished the rice porridge in the big wooden bowl, then scooped up a large piece of meat with a spoon and handed it to Ji Shijun, saying, "I can't eat it anymore, I can't eat this piece of meat, you help me eat it. "

Ji Shijun gave Bruce a stern look, and then said sternly: "Uncle Bruce, how many times have I said that you are the captain of the hunting team. Only when you are full and strong can we have something to eat!"

Bruce shrank his neck and said after a while, "I see that you are so busy every day and eat less..."

Ji Shijun glared at Bruce again, and Bruce reluctantly ate the small piece of meat.

When Ji Shijun saw that everyone had finished eating, his expression became serious, and then he said, "I will go north tomorrow to seek the help of Earl McGarden. Please take care of everyone during my absence."

At this time, Aunt Natasha, who had not spoken, asked cautiously, "Will that Count help us? Will he let us be his slaves to help us?"

The other people present obviously have the same concern. This is not a relative, not a reason. Why would the richest man in the north help him? A sad expression slowly appeared on everyone's face, especially the one sitting next to Ji Shijun. girl.

The girl tugged at Ji Shijun's sleeve and said, "Xiao Ji, I think it's better not to trouble those noble masters, maybe his charity is not enough for you to go back and forth. Why don't you take my sword? If you sell it, you can buy a lot of food."

Ji Shijun shook his head and said: "Your sword is an heirloom of your family, and it cannot be sold. If you don't have a sword, how can you protect everyone when you gather food and wood. Don't worry, I have a way to make it happen. Earl McGarden helped us."

The girl lowered her head and said weakly after a while, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Then she said, "I'll go pack your luggage for you."

The place where everyone eats is where they work during the day, and the place where they live is not far away. After a lot of hard work, the residents here finally lived in wooden houses before the winter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After the girl left, Bruce raised his eyebrows at Ji Shijun and said, "Xiao Ji, I see the result. If it seems interesting to you, why don't you fight for it?"

Aunt Natasha, who was beside her, agreed, "That girl Guoguo has a good figure and high strength, so she is a good choice."

Ji Shijun sat there coping with the two middle-aged men, shaking his head from time to time to refuse.

"I don't have the energy to think about it right now." Ji Shijun said, "Let's talk about it when we get over this difficulty."

Next, he made arrangements for everyone's work. Bruce continued to lead the team out for hunting. Natasha continued to use the hands to make the skin of the prey into winter clothes. After Nick had more magic cores, he would regularly sell them in distant cities. Then buy back the necessities of life.

Before Ji Shijun left, the most important job was to stabilize people's hearts. He was worried that others thought he left everyone and ran away, so after arranging the work, he visited a dozen of his confidants to do ideological work.

It was not until the middle of the moon that Ji Shijun dragged his exhausted body back to his wooden house.

Under the dim moonlight, Guoguo was drying the freshly washed clothes on the rattan in front of the wooden house. The wind is a bit loud tonight, and the clothes can be dried in the morning and then put in the luggage.

When Guoguo saw Ji Shijun coming back, she gave him a sweet smile. The next moment, Ji Shijun rushed towards her.

However, a black shadow was one step faster than him, and the stabbing sword in the shadow's hand instantly stabbed Guoguo into briquettes.