"Let her go!" The man tried his best to get up from the ground and roared at the black mole that grabbed the woman;

The other Korie people were quite tactful and stopped the man before the mole opened his mouth;

The woman's resistance became more and more intense; Black Moe roared angrily and threw her on the haystack;

The Coreys were publicly humiliating women from the Kingdom of Fares; however, the people remained silent.

This is not because they are not brave enough and numb enough, but because they really cannot bear the consequences of their passion;

Even if you stand out, you will not be able to change the situation, and you may even be beaten up.

They could only silently turn their heads to one side and pretend that nothing was happening-

Even though the crying of a woman echoed in her ears.

But the man was not silent.

He knew that with his own strength, he could not break through the interception of the several Corey people;

So he chose to retreat quietly;

The Korris were busy watching the fun and didn't care about him anymore.

However, the man did not run away; he walked to the middle of the wooden shed and picked up something...

"Sorry, I can't sleep here tonight." Jimmy realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly stood up;

"Ah, what's wrong?" The coworker didn't react for a moment; Jimmy had already walked away quickly as he was standing there.

While Jimmy quickly left the wooden shed, she did not forget to look backwards;

The man picked up the iron sword that the mole had snatched from Jimmy.

At this moment, the scumbags of the Korie tribe were focusing on the grass shop;

It was not until the man rushed towards the straw mat that they remembered to shout and stop—

"Sharp!"

"Do not to escape!"

The quick-handed man successfully grabbed the man's clothes, but failed to make the latter stop;

The man roared and stabbed straight towards the mole with an iron sword—

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Even if someone stopped him, the sword still pierced his calf!

"Catch him!"

"You still... dare to take a sword!?"

Even though the man has become much stronger with the blessing of anger, he still cannot resist the scumbags who have taken action together;

"Hurry... go and call someone! Mad, kill someone, kill someone!!!" Black Moe covered the bleeding wound and wailed.

"Kill you... Kill you-!" The man's body was pressed to the ground, his sword was taken off, but he was still roaring like a wounded beast;

While sighing, the people next to them stood up and kept a distance from the bloody scene.

The nobles who were in charge of the fortress arrived soon;

The shaman of the Corey tribe came with him - if he didn't heal the mole, this guy might have died of excessive blood loss;

Among the Black Mole's companions, there was no big deal of watching the fun - the man informed the chief about the matter here;

After the nobles understood the whole story, the chief walked over with his nostrils staring at the person.

In the eyes of the people, the chief's attitude was really too arrogant, his chin was raised high, and he was completely inconsistent with his eyes;

The expressions of the nobles are even more infuriating: the arrogant nobles who are always talking, but now they are down and pleased with their eyes...

What kind of world is this? The people sighed, but the two who wanted to make a decision did not care about their thoughts at all.

"Chief! That guy from Chief wants to kill me!" Hei Moe was about to cry now - it hurts!

The shaman stopped the bleeding and bandaged him in time; but even so, the pain could not be eliminated.

"What happened just now?" the chief stared at the nobles;

"He said..." the nobles held back their inner disgust, "He wanted to communicate with this girl;

As a result, her husband suddenly picked up a sword and wanted to kill him...

Thanks to those people who tried their best to hold him down.”

"Chief, look, this guy is still clamoring to kill him!" A Corey tribe who was responsible for holding the man was shouting in panic;

"He...he insulted my wife!" The man's face turned red, "I...I want to kill him!"

"Chief, look, he is probably crazy..." Another Corey clan was fanning the flames.

"Dangerous, this guy is too dangerous. If he keeps him, I don't know how many people will be killed in the middle of the night?" The chief frowned and shook his head.

"I have to be responsible for the safety of our tribe, otherwise how can I be worthy of the will of the Black Dragon - Lord Tar's expectations?"

What he didn't know was that if Tar had been here, he would probably have burned him to eighty-quarters.

The nobleman glanced at the woman who was dressed in dishevelled and frightened, even if he thought with his knees, he knew that the Corey people were farting;

However, with the black dragon behind his back, even if he farts, he has to smile and smell it...

"Since that's the case, what are you going to do..." The nobleman looked at the chief with a smile on his face.

"Of course, I'm killing this madman!" said the chief viciously, "Isn't this the case for killing someone?"

But hasn't he killed someone yet? This sentence was stumbled in the throat by the nobles and was not said.

"It's too late to kill someone! Judging from his appearance, he definitely wants to seek revenge on my tribe!" said the chief decisively;

"Then... drive him away from this fortress, how about?" The nobles finally fought for the man;

"No!" The chief waved his hand, with no room for refutation in his tone:

"The fortress has no gates and is not strictly inspected. What should he do when he comes back? How many people will he kill at night?

Today, he must die!”

The nobleman was stunned and glanced at the man who was still struggling desperately on the ground;

Although the former doesn't care much about the life or death of these mud legs on weekdays, now...

The nobles could feel the sight of other people in the wooden shed; they were also waiting for the judgment.

If they choose to surrender at this moment, these people will undoubtedly be quite disappointed with him.

A considerable part of the glory and dignity of the nobles is based on the people;

The people can accept the contempt of the nobles and endure the exploitation of the nobles, but when the nobles choose and hate foreigners to wear a pair of pants—

The nobles' previous high-sounding verbal decorations and powerful tall images all turned into fakes.

That kind of rolling eyes was as uncomfortable as a needle piercing the nobles' hearts.

"Hey, what are you thinking! Do you have to let go of this despicable murderer?" The chief's roar awakened the noble from his contemplation:

"I tell you! The Black Dragon will never allow such dangerous guys to act violently in the fortress!"

...Yes, it will never be allowed, it is the same in any fortress.

How high is the Black Dragon's will? If any fortress dares to put the Corey people in danger, then...

It seems good to ruin it and then promote it to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

Thinking of this, the nobles sighed and made a decision—

"This man is extremely guilty and should be executed."
Chapter completed!