??Chapter 770: Chapter 759: The Brave and the Slave Trader
Chapter 770: Chapter 759: The Brave and the Slave Trader
“Mom, I’m scared!”
In a cottage full of drafts, the little boy clung fearfully to his mother, his body shaking. He could hear the cries of battle outside, he knew that those damned beastn were attacking their village again.
Winter had co, and those greedy, ugly, and barbaric beastn were ravaging the human borderlands like locusts, skirting around the fortresses and attacking the spread-out villages surrounding the human cities. Their village had beco one of the targets of these beastn’s raids.
Fortunately, due to the countless wars between humans and beastn, humans had hoarded ample experience dealing with beastn, even a small village like theirs had a palisade four or five tres high.
“Ann, don’t worry. Your father will protect us. Trust ! Your father is the best hunter in the village, even beastn fear his arrows.”
The young woman whispered soothingly to her child. Even though fear filled her heart, she had to remain calm in front of her child, she couldn’t let her fear affect him.
“Oh God, please save us! Please unleash your wrath and harshly punish these despicable beastn!”
The young woman silently prayed to the War God worshipped in their village, though common sense told her that such prayers were almost futile. Would a high and supre deity respond to a prayer of a lowly being?
And indeed, like she expected, no matter how she prayed, no miracle occurred. The sounds that used to echo in her childhood nightmares rang again in her ears. It was the sound of sothing heavy collapsing—their palisade had been breached, it couldn’t hold back the hungry beastn. As the sound of the collapsing palisade echoed, a roar that the young woman had long feared reverberated in her ears.
Hearing these sounds, the young woman trembled. If the palisade had been broken through, what would have happened to the hunters and the young n who were supposedly guarding it? The answer was self-evident.
Being overwheld by endless sorrow, the young woman didn’t have much ti to grieve, as the beastn were already drawing near, and her child hadn’t been hidden yet.
“Ann, don’t make any noise, hide in here.” Clenching the hunting knife in her hand, the woman picked up her young child, walked to a corner of the house, lifted a hidden cover leading to a cellar, and stuffed him in.
“Mom, hide with .” Hearing the roars of the beastn and the screams and cries of the villagers, the seven-year-old boy showed clear fear in his eyes. But just as he had been stuffed into the cellar by his mother, he grabbed hold of his mother’s clothes, trying to coax her into hiding with him.
“Ann, this place is enough for just you to hide in, your mother is going to hide sowhere else.”
“You’re lying to .” Ann’s voice choked on a sob. He knew exactly what his mother intended to do.
The beastn, humanity’s mortal enemies, were intelligent, not ignorant beasts. They knew how to hunt for prey. An empty house with no one in it would naturally arouse their suspicions and attention.
They would use their scent and wisdom to search for humans. Simply hiding would have no use, there were not a few humans who had played hide and seek with beastn and failed, ended up being eaten as food.
So if Ann and his mother simply hid in the cellar, they would have a 90% chance of being discovered and captured by beastn. But if one of them went out to attract the beastn’s attention, the one hiding would have a chance of survival that was over 50%.
“Be good and hide,” the young woman took one look at her son, then shoved the sharp hunting knife into his hands, “This is the knife your father gave . If I die, you must live on, and use this knife to avenge us.”
After saying this, the young woman forcefully pushed the boy into the cellar with a strength a child couldn’t resist then sealed the entrance tightly. In this cruel world, even seemingly delicate won could take up axes and spears to hunt wild beasts.
After hiding her child, the young woman picked up an agricultural tool for weeding by the side and fully exposed the fear in her heart. Her child was now hidden, she no longer had to pretend to be strong.
She quickly picked up the child’s clothes scattered in the room. Just as she finished tidying up,
Bang! The sound of the door breaking echoed. The door of the cottage had been kicked open, and under her gaze, a burly beastman, appearing black in the firelight, appeared before her.
With the appearance of the beastman, a stench of foul sweat flooded in, making her want to vomit. But the young woman didn’t make any unnecessary moves, holding only the weeding tool in her hand, she rushed forward, hatred unabashed in her eyes.
“Human, female. Hehe!” Seeing the young human woman attacking him, the disgusting, unbathed beastman chuckled.
He knocked the weapon out of the young woman’s hand with a slap. Like capturing a chicken, he snatched the young woman up, striding towards the inside of the room…
As the two drew closer to the room, the woman’s originally pale face gradually turned purple. Despite this, she was struggling fiercely, because the beast-man’s gaze had beco extrely frightening, Rip! The sound of tearing cloth echoed.
“Dirty beast-man, don’t touch .” The woman’s voice rang out in a shriek filled with tears and rage.
“Your feeble struggle… It would be better if you just lay still for .” The beast-man’s coarse voice rang out.
The sound of cloth being torn apart ti and ti again deeply agitated a young boy hiding in the basent.
“Bang!” A plank shook from being hit, and an angry voice rang out, “Don’t touch my mother.”
“Ha-ha, so there’s a little one hiding here.” The beast-man, who had been ready to vent his pent-up desires, stopped what he was doing and looked towards the corner of the room, where a plank was bouncing due to the impact.
“Ann, you really are a foolish child.” Seeing her child continuously howling in rage, wanting to burst out and save her, the young woman’s eyes welled up with tears of despair.
“Let’s see what kind of little guy we have.” The beast-man looked at the tearful young woman, walked towards the basent entrance, lifted the cover, and imdiately saw a brown-haired little boy wildly swinging a hunting knife at him.
“Your courage is comndable, but you know nothing of the danger you’re in.” The Beast-man twisted the boy’s hand, disard his knife, then lifted him off the ground. Looking at the tender white boy, the beast-man’s mouth started to water, “I wonder what you taste like?”
“Let my child go.” A sickle slashed into the beast-man’s shoulder. It was the bedraggled young woman attempting to protect her calf, but her sickle got stuck in the beast-man’s strong muscles, penetrating only a shallow layer, drawing just a few drops of blood.
“Poor humans, don’t worry, you’re next.” He pulled out the sickle and tossed it aside. Then his gaze fell upon the young boy, Ann. He was hungry and was ready to start his al.
Whoosh!
But just as he was about to sink his teeth into Ann, a three-ter cavalry lance suddenly flew in from outside the door, instantly piercing the filthy beast-man’s chest. The fighting qi carried by the lance also caused one wall of the shabby little wooden house to collapse.
Ann, with a broken arm, slumped to the ground, dumbfounded as he watched everything unfold outside. He saw a group of knights on horsebacks rcilessly slaughtering the beast-n who had ravaged their village. Under the powerful knights’ onslaught, these beast-n looked as weak as the hares he used to kill.
And just then, Ann noticed a knight walking toward him. This knight didn’t wield a weapon, only carrying a great sword on his back. Unlike the other knights, he did not carry a cavalry lance in his hands.
“Well done, lad.” The bronze knight walked in and saw the boy sitting on the ground, not crying or making a fuss, just looking at him. He couldn’t help but praise him—not every boy could keep quiet with a broken arm.
“Are you a hero?” The young boy, sitting dazedly, asked the towering knight dressed in heavy bronze armor.
“A hero?” Hearing the boy’s question, the knight couldn’t help but touch his faceguard and laugh, “I’m far from the heroes in your fairy tales. I am rely a naless knight who chases after profit, reeking of copper.”
“But…”
“Kid, I don’t mind telling you who we are. We’re the Slave Hunter Team. You and your mother have now beco my slaves. Be good and behave.”
The knight mocked and interrupted the boy. As he turned to leave, he noticed the boy’s bleeding arm and tossed him a potion.
“Drink this. It will heal your injury.”
Seeing the increasingly admiring look in the young boy’s eyes, the Bronze knight added, “Lad, don’t think I’m helping you. I’m only doing this to gain a bigger profit. Only fit slaves can fetch a good price.”
“A slave trader, just like a hero in the stories.” Ann muttered. Only the foolish knights in the stories would throw away their main weapon in the middle of a battle to save people,
“This is clearly an Elentary Life Potion. priced thirty gold coins,it’s worth more than a hundred kids like . Does he take
for a naive kid?”
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