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Blood fire tyrant
1-to you after a thousand years

1-to you after a thousand years

卢克睁开眼睛。

据您所见,这里有纵横交错的树枝和繁茂的树冠,金色的阳光穿过缝隙形成明亮,明亮,明亮的显着柱状,身体下方的柔软叶子被铺成毯子,让人感到舒适和想要再次入睡。

Luke vaguely remembers that he had a long sleep, so long that it was hard for him to feel sleepy again. He didn't understand why he was here, and he didn't bother to think about such problems. Philosophy was never his good subject.

There was a faint cry in the distance, with the smell of scorching fire and bloody rust, which seemed to arouse a trace of "human" memory of Luke.

He raised his legs and stepped steadily on the ground covered with dead leaves, as if it was as natural as a bird flying and a fish swimming.

When he ran, it was even more exaggerated than the cheetah running at full speed in the field.

The trees on both sides swept quickly behind him, but he was so sensitive that he didn't hit any obstacles. So he ran all the way and soon came to the place where the sound came from.

This is the end of the forest, now a killing ground.

The flames are burning, the arrows are flying in the air, the swords are penetrating the body, and the blood is not dry on the ground.

It used to belong to a tribe, but now the tribe is dead.

The old people, women and children were tied together. They looked at the fire in despair and burned their homes.

The man in his home was killed for the first time. The robbers with guns and knives violently suppressed all resistance and robbed everything in front of him. For a moment, the sound of abuse, crying and the obscene laughter of the robbers were intertwined.

Sandor is the leader of this army. Half a month ago, the fierce soldiers of the Persian Empire invaded the city-state of o'nea. Amiri, the consul, was brutally killed by the ferocious soldiers of the Persian Empire, and the Resistance Army fell apart in an instant.

Sandor, who was lucky enough to escape the battle and the subsequent slave hunting team, ran all the way in a hurry.

Now Sandor has changed from a promising and glorious officer of the city-state of o'nea to a slave of subjugation. Like a lost dog, they were killed and driven out by the army of the Persian Empire.

Thinking of the ferocious bossies, Sandor shivered, swallowed his saliva, and then spat on the ground, venting his fear and anger on the civilians tied to the stake.

With the continuous whipping of the whip in his hand, the "pariah" who dared to resist his blood tax finally screamed and swallowed his last breath.

The weeping around him and the unbridled behavior of his subordinates made him feel a bit distorted, and the naked skin of the weeping women aroused his desire.

Just as Sandor was about to solve his physical problems on the spot, there was a strange whistling sound in his ear, which was like an imperial volley on the battlefield, making him raise his shield reflexively.

The soldiers around him almost did the same thing as him. For a long time, a group of people carefully poked their heads out, but they did not see the pursuit of the polis army. They could not help looking at each other silently.

At this time, the half man tall grass in front of me was pulled away, and a man in strange clothes came out.

Luke looked at the burning house and the people in strange clothes in front of him, with a strange strangeness. He vaguely remembered that he should have come from another place。

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Everything in front of him seemed out of line with him.

However, Luke's action does not mean that the other side will let him go. Two city-state soldiers who are close to him look at each other and chop their swords at his body.

Although they can't beat the bossies, as professional soldiers, they have much stronger physique and superb fighting skills than civilians.

But the two men's movements in Luke's eyes are as ridiculous as slow motion. He even has time to observe the expression feedback of people around him, and then deflect the blade of the two men.

The two rushing figures twisted their arms into a strange arc and cut off their companions' heads.

"Shua!" A sharp arrow shot at Luke's neck. He gently raised his hand and pinched the edge of the arrow with his fingers and thumbs. The iron arrowhead didn't even scratch his fingers.

At this time, before the soldiers in the rear could react to the blood spurting from his neck, Luke grabbed a spear and let his original owner fly from the ground and fall into the burning fire.

As soon as he bent his finger, the arrow made a shrill sound of breaking through the air. He penetrated the archer dozens of meters away, waving a spear in his right arm. The terrible force made the spear in his hand turn into the scythe of death, harvesting his life at will.

"He's only one person!"

"Kill him!"

Strange language, Luke thought nothing, exquisite fighting skills like seal in his gene, no one can walk on his hand a round.

Soon more than a dozen people died. The terror killed the survivors. After the war massacre of the Persians, the group of o'nean routs had lost the courage to resist, except to vent their anger on the civilians.

Several soldiers who tried to fight back were killed at the first time, and the remaining o'nean soldiers could no longer bear the pressure and fled in all directions.

Sandor also mixed in the crowd and rushed in the direction of a war horse, but his gorgeous armor revealed his unique identity.

As soon as Luke's vision swept, he threw out his spear at will. The spear body instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters and penetrated Sandor from behind. The powerful impact force took him out and nailed him to a burning wooden house.

The organs and bones in his body were broken, and Sandor did not die for a while, but it would only bring him more pain. He watched the flame burn his skin and flesh, smelled the burning smell of oil and barbecue in his nose, and sent out a shrill wail until he was burned alive.

Ignoring all kinds of screams and shouts from the crowd, Luke picked up a short bow thrown on the ground, grabbed it, put three arrows on the string, and the blasted arrows instantly penetrated the four fleeing soldiers.

Luke is like playing a simple shooting game, the difference is that the object is a real human.

It was just a few breaths, and dozens of soldiers died under Luke's arrow.

Luke, who had broken three bows in a short time, pulled the bowstring to the limit. He just heard a sharp cry in the air. At the next moment, the center of the tree trunk suddenly burst out 100 meters away. The Broken Arrows mixed with a lot of wood thorns made the escaped soldiers into hedgehogs.

When everything calmed down, there was only the sound of burning fire on the field, and the remaining civilians were stunned for a moment before they rushed into the burning home to rescue everything that could be saved.

After a long time, women and children cry in the camp. However, those who have been killed will not be reborn, and the heartless flame will not stop burning because of human feelings.

Luke threw away the long bow which had been broken in two, looked around, took off his clothes from the dead soldiers and put them on.

His original clothes didn't know how long it had been. They were already ragged and could only barely cover his body.

Fortunately, not all of these soldiers were torn apart, and many died of decapitation. It was easy for Luke to piece together a complete set of clothes.

Old leather and linen clothes, wrapped in a red cape, look quite simple.

The appearance of these soldiers and villagers is very similar to that of Achaeans, which makes Luke have an inexplicable sense of seeing. However, he can't remember why the term "Achaeans" suddenly appears in his mind.

In the evening Luke and the surviving villagers stood in front of the burning village, watching the villagers pile up the bodies of their dead relatives on firewood and burn them to ashes in crying and praying.

The villagers who had done all this knelt down to Luke under the leadership of an old man.

As for what the other person said, Luke didn't understand a word.

当卢克的眼睛突然变亮时,卢克开始感到不耐烦。在不远处,几个村民试图控制失去主人的黑马。显然,这是士兵留下的战斗马。

当他们看到卢克到来时,村民们有意识地走到了一边。他们看着卢克把手放在马背上。他们不知道为什么。坐立不安的马突然变得驯服了。

“好马!”

卢克称赞他,跳到马背上。马被吓了一跳,跳到地上。

接下来的一秒钟,在卢克(Luke)的强力控制下,他忍不住向前奔跑。

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