324 Do You Really Need to Be Like This? (1/2)
The sound of hooves trampling on the ground was like thunder rolling. With the help of special horseshoes, the steeds ran fast. In the twinkling, the ‘thunder’ came from afar, almost entering the range of the flames. It was too late.
Donald's face slacked. The Caucasian Cavalry’s frontal array was charging forward. Even the fierce heavy armors of Asgard needed to weigh the consequences, let alone such a motley caravan. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward against the thunder. He struck down his sword to block the enemy sabers. The outcome could be seen in seconds.
But at that instant, the steed under the Caucasian bandit was startled. It stood up, hissing uneasily. Then with weak legs, the steed foamed at the mouth. Its expression twitched with extreme fear. The bandit fell down to the ground with the steed. He broke his legs on the spot and was unable to climb up. Looking at the Donald with the sword, his eyes were filled with despair.
Donald hesitated. Rather than seizing the opportunity to cut off his head, he quickly retreated back to the defensive camp.
That was weird! That was too weird!
His entire body was tense. He restrained the mysterious outbreak of unrest and fear. He turned back but saw his companions’ pale faces. Suddenly, the horses tied in the camp hissed painfully and collapsed to the ground, twitching. They struggled to escape as if they perceived something horrible was approaching. They even trampled each other...
The Caucasian bandits were already in chaos. They were in an even worse situation than the camp.
In the darkness, only a mess of roars was heard. Then the horses caught in chaos were forcibly injected with sedatives. Deprived of their mind and ability to think, they temporarily became puppets that could only react mechanically. But this was not over yet.
”Who is it?!” someone screamed in the darkness but was quickly cut off.
Suddenly, there was a burst of unrest that was immediately set to the silence. The voices of the bandits vanished as if they were engulfed by endless darkness.
A black figure slowly approached in the darkness. One step, then another step… As if he was stepping on everyone's heart, every inch he approached magnified the pain and panic in their minds.
Finally, the ethereal figure walked toward the camp, shrouded in heavy black mist. The black mist seemed to carry some sort of nightmarish beast. It constantly revealed hideous scales and claws. Sometimes it was like a beast, sometimes a tsunami, and sometimes the faces of the dead surfaced, spouting persuasive words. Those who saw froze and trembled as if they were cursed.
At the very front, Donald's blade suddenly erupted with a fiery glow that aroused him from the vertigo. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and aimed at the man. ”Halt!”
The figure instantly stopped in the mist and his eyes swept over. That pair of eyes were green like wolves’ eyes and contained some sort of unspeakable greed. His gaze swept past the people’s face like a blade grazing over them.
Donald heard the trembling sounds of the people beside him. Those who had never experienced true fear before hoisted their crossbows and aimed at the gradually approaching figure. Their fingers on the trigger twitched uncontrollably.
”Hold on!” Donald kept down his voice. ”Do not shoot the arrows, do not shoot!”
The Caucasian bandits had already shown them what the outcome was if they shot the arrows. In just a few seconds, they would be completely destroyed. No one knew if they were still alive or not. No, death was better in front of that kind of guy.
He looked at the dark figure. He was drenched with cold sweat and he shuddered uncontrollably.
”My…my friend!” He could barely suppress his fear. ”We’re all trying to survive. How about we help each other.”
”Give me.” The figure spoke with a husky voice. His gaze seemed to penetrate Donald’s body and into the camp.
The merchants shuddered and paled. In the end, they gritted their teeth and nodded. ”Give it to him!”
Soon, men carried a dozen coffin-like iron boxes and placed them outside the camp. ”Everything is here.”
Donald looked at the figure with vigilance and horror. ”Friend, we just ask to live—” Before he finished his words, the figure pounced on the box and ripped the iron box off like tearing a piece of paper. The power armor that was hidden in it rolled out and stopped at his feet.
The latest model of power armor was the Chainsaw Fraternity’s prestigious product. Each one could be exchanged for a fist-sized piece of gold. But the dark figure froze and immediately upended the iron box with rage!
”Who the h*ll wants this?!” the figure roared and glared at Donald.
In the silence, the members of the caravan blanched. The dark figure bent over, seeming to be sniffing something. Suddenly, he cried desperately, ”It’s overcooked! It’s burnt! Hurry up or nothing will be left. I helped you to settle such a big trouble. Now I just want to eat something. How can you fool me like this?” He looked at the stew on the fire with grief and indignation. It had already been overcooked. He pounded his chest. ”Tell me, do you really have to be like this? Really? Really?”
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”Would you like some meat, sir?”
”Would you like some water, sir?”
”Would you like a chicken leg?”
”Sir, I made some soup for you. It can nourish your body.”
”Sir... Sir... Sir...”