Chapter 6: Kill

Chang An became even more panicked at once. He immediately knew that the outsider, like himself, ran secretly to a place he shouldn't have come to. The middle-aged man put down the basket full of herbs, came over and looked at Chang'an carefully, looked at the knife in his hand curiously, and asked strangely, "How old are you? Why are you alone here?" Who taught you to play this? "
Changan always runs around in the tribe. Although the adults of the condor tribe disdain philosophers, they can't afford to care about a child. Instead, he feels that he is miserable and is good to him. After a long time, Changan didn't know to be afraid of people, no matter how raw or mature, the newborn calf replied without fear of the tiger: "No one teaches, he just learns by himself."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man thought for a while, and asked, "No one can point me in, can I just remember with my eyes?"
Chang'an looked at him in amazement, some didn't understand it, all looked at it, why can't he remember?
The middle-aged person picked up the blade that had fallen to the ground, put it on his hand, and glanced at Chang'an: "Like a knife?"
Changan nodded without thinking.
The middle-aged asked again, "What do you like about it?"
This problem is too complicated for a six-year-old child. Chang'an looks confused and speechless. After a while, his mind flashed, and he seemed to think of a word who said-holding a knife, To live. However, he hadn't had time to answer the question before he came up with the phrase to tell the middle-aged person, but the other party had other actions.
The middle-aged man laughed when he saw his expression confused, and the next moment, he hurriedly handed out the middle blade. The ordinary, even rusty old blade suddenly came out at a weird angle and brought it face to face. The coming wind was also cut in half. The sharp blade wind blew across the corners of Chang'an. He heard the scream, but could not see where the blade was.
Chang'an's eyes brightened stupidly, but his eyes stared at the middle-aged man's shoulders, waists, and wrists without blinking.
This is the doorway that he has seen for a long time. When the humanoid attacks, the most important action is usually concentrated in these three positions.
"This is a trick you will use when you face a monster that is many times bigger than you." The middle-aged man smiled down and pressed his palm on Changan's head. "Can you see clearly? If you slow down a bit, all the attack paths will be blocked by the opponent, he can catch you as soon as he raises his claw, so you only have this chance of passing away fast enough to fall on his minions Before he came, he could cut his throat, but otherwise, there was no rear move. "
Chang'an raised his toes, took the blade with both hands, imitating the middle-aged person's appearance, stepped back with his right foot, and leaned forward slightly, but he didn't cut it directly like a middle-aged person. He knew he didn't With such great strength, Chang'an tiptoe lightly stepped on the ground, and with the power of running, he sunk his shoulders, raised his knife, and sent the sharp blade out with the power of his waist.
Hmm ... doesn't seem right?
When the middle-aged person saw him, he shook his head before he said anything.
But I saw that Chang'an didn't raise his head, took a few steps back, and adjusted his posture again. At this moment, he shot a lot more accurately than the last time. He turned his blade slightly sideways at the moment, which was excellent. To make up for the lack of strength on his wrist.
This time, the middle-aged man became silent and stared at Chang'an tightly.
I saw this little ghost thinking for a while, then backed away, wiped the sweat from the forehead, took a deep breath, and once again run up, raised the knife, turned to the side, and sent the blade.
Then there was a "hum", and a subtle tremor came from the air. Changan was taken three or four steps forward with the knife in his hand before he could barely stand. The child's eyes were bright, showing a childlike smile.
The middle-aged person can clearly see that this time, the little boy cleverly stepped on the ground with his feet, letting the power pass from the foot to the waist, and by the sideways moments, he drove the whole body and sent the knife out-though In the eyes of an adult orc, this strength is still almost negligible, but it is already the greatest power that such a small child can exert.
The middle-aged man finally believed in the words of Chang'an. He could lie in the grass secretly and remember the tricks that others practiced.
He was just ... born for this weapon!
The middle-aged man took a step forward, grabbed Chang'an's arm, and then reached out to touch the flesh and bones of his body, and then he took a slight poke, observed Chang'an's face carefully, and suddenly looked disappointed.
Even if this child is a sub-orc who can't be transformed into a beast, his body is still very bad. Even if it is not affixed to Chang'an's chest, the man can feel his fiercely calm heartbeat, even driving the child to tremble slightly-sure enough, to see that his smile has not disappeared from his face, then Coughing out of breath.
The middle-aged man sighed and gently wiped the sweat from Changan's forehead, as if he regretted it more than anyone: "Child, you don't have this life."
Such a bone, even if he is smart, what can he do? Look at him like this. It ’s not easy for a congenitalally-deficient little Asian beast to grow up in a stable and stable manner. Why can he take up the sword? If you continue to grow like this, even if he is an adult, he can barely pick up a 30-kilogram fine blade, which is very difficult, and will bring great pressure to his wrist. As time goes by, his bones will be damaged, let alone a hundred A catty sword.
Chang'an didn't understand what he was talking about, and looked at the regretted middle-aged man with a puzzled expression. The middle-aged man stood up silently, picked up his own herbal basket again, and turned to walk towards Yufeng Mountain without a word. .
The children in the tribe were warned by their father from childhood, they were not allowed to go to Yufeng Mountain. It was said that the mountain road was extremely dangerous. Some places were covered with poisonous insects and human-eating plants. Some places were covered with snow. Monsters, not even the bravest orc hunters and warriors dare to provoke.
Chang'an stood there with his ragged blade, thinking to himself, does this person live on Yufeng Mountain?
Then he must be very powerful, right?
Then, Changan's nose became hot, and two drops of nosebleed came down to his clothes. Chang'an was also not surprised. He lifted his head familiarly and wiped off the blood under his nose with his back—it was easy for him to bleed when he was tired. It was nothing new and he was used to it.
Huayi was very rare to be able to follow his dad to go out, very happy, and from time to time to say hello to the people around him, and then silently converged after his dad gave him a severe glance.
The Snow Wolf leader rolled his eyes at the sky, and said, "It's shameful."
Then the vulture chiefs strode over, and the two chiefs gave a big hug and slapped each other's shoulders, each squeezing out an intimate smile—as if they were brothers who had been separated for many years.
The two brothers praised each other's sons first, and then looked at each other's people calmly.
The chief of the condor said, "But a hundred or so people will kill them here if they dare to make trouble. Can the snow wolf have no head, and can it be turned into flowers?"
The Snow Wolf leader thought: "One by one with their three leaders and one virtue, only the heroes in the nest will be embarrassed, and they are all embarrassed to come out of this world, oh!"
Then the two of them smiled sweetly and walked side by side into the tent.
The condor tribe did a decent job on the surface, and Huayi felt quite at home here.
That night, the Vulture Tribe hosted a bonfire party to welcome guests from afar.
Aori, the youngest daughter of the vulture chief, dances in public. Girls cannot beasts or hunt, and there are few who can do rough work or craftsmanship like the Asian beast. Only by marrying the orcs and with attachment can they live well. Go down, so beautiful and good cooking needlework is their only useful ability-but it depends on who the girl is, if the leader's family, even if the appearance is ugly, there is nothing, and there must be people Willing to marry home for tent.
Besides, the daughter of the leader of the condor is very lucky. She looks like her mother-in-law, and all the old wives are big beauties.
The Snow Wolf leader glanced at his silly big son and suddenly asked, "Huayi, do you look good on Azhi?"
Huayi scratched his head and said, "Good, good-looking."
The Snow Wolf leader didn't let him go, and asked jokingly: "What are you thinking about?"
Huayi thought frowningly, saying indifferently, "I've seen the best ..."
When Huayi said here, he just saw his tribe's sparrow sitting in the corner and looked at him angrily. A sparrow was the most beautiful girl in the snow wolf tribe and the chief violinist of the leader. The remaining half of the sentence got stuck in my throat, and I felt that I was speaking such words in front of A-Ji's face. Like a sparrow. "
"Oh?" The Snow Wolf leader asked, "If it's A Que and A Zhi, which one do you like?"
The implied meaning of this sentence is very obvious. The musicians stopped playing and everyone was thinking about it. The vulture leader pinched the sparse mustaches on his chin and looked at Huayi thoughtfully. His elder brother's face was gloomy.
Huayi did not expect to be asked such a question in public. He immediately sweated out of his mind, hesitated for a long time, and did not say why. He thought that he did not know this Awe, even with his tribe. A Que didn't say a few words, where can I talk about which one I like and which one I don't like?
He doesn't like any! However, although Huayi was kind, people were not really stupid. He knew that when he said this, the people at the scene must have offended several offends. He had a bit of wit, bowed his head, and pretended to be stupid. "I like everything, but I'm not a big beauty, anyway, people don't like me."
With that said, everyone on the scene, including the vulture chief, laughed.
Huayi silently stuffed a piece of barbecue in his mouth, and his heart was very upset—not because his father's question asked him to be ugly face to face, but he vaguely felt something in his father's words.
He knew that he didn't always like his father, and he wasn't smart. The second brother was his father's son—but there were many things. Although Huayi didn't say it, he knew what he was thinking.
The vulture chief's eyes paused on the silver pattern on Huayi's hands, revealing a thoughtful look, and then he laughed: "Half-sized boy, sitting with us old men, is very bored to come, Ah Weaving, it is better that you take your four brothers from Huayi to the tribe. "
Huayi froze for a moment, then turned around and stung his father.
The Snow Wolf leader cursed, "Go wherever you want, and see what I do? Ask your father everything, do you want to feed?"
This is what he meant to let him go ... Huayi reluctantly put down the barbecue clip, knowing that if he dare not say it, he just hit the face of his father and the vulture leader. His father will make his bloom. . So "Oh," he kept his face that was so expressionless all the year round, followed Aori away absently, remembering the half of the barbecue that he didn't finish.
Is there any way, a stupid big man is a stupid big man, and the opening is later than others. Huayi, 14, is between a little beauty who does n’t know what to do and a grilled meat. The latter will no doubt be chosen.