Chapter 114 Survive

Darkness and chaos, this is the feeling that enveloped me as soon as I closed my eyes. For a moment, I thought that my vitality had been drained away and I was dying.

But this time I was wrong again. I don’t know why. Maybe God wanted to torture me and didn’t want me to die so easily.

The whole process was like a comfortable sleep. When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the wooden tent roof covered with sheepskins. I looked down and found that I was lying on a sheepskin blanket with a large bonfire burning beside me. My clothes and chain mail were still damp. I stood up and shuddered.

I stroked my still cold mail, thinking that if that was the case, then I must have just come out of the river. So where was this place? Where was Andrew? A series of questions made me feel uneasy.

I reached out to touch my waist again, and the cavalry sword was only left with the scabbard. I came to my senses and realized that I had thrown the sword into the sea of ​​fire on the battlefield. Then, the shield and lance were gone. I guess the guy who saved me was not a fool. Now, except for the centurion horned helmet on the bedside, I really didn't have anything left to save myself.

I struggled to get up, rubbed my eyebrows that had long been burned, put on my helmet, and stumbled to the front of the tent. This tent had no curtain, so I could see everything outside clearly. It was a dense forest. There was an open space in the middle of the open space with a few tents. This was a small gathering place. There were a few women sitting in the middle. They were wearing coarse clothes. Even the clothes I saw in the occupied areas of Ludinan and other places were a little tattered. This gave me the first impression that they were all barbarians. These five women (I counted carefully) were about the same age. From the black or white hair color, I could tell that they were in their teens. They had their backs to me and chattered something I couldn't understand.

I tightened my mail, trying not to make any noise while walking. I swallowed, tiptoed, and quietly walked up. The women were chatty, talking and laughing, totally unaware that I was slowly approaching. I mustered my courage and continued to approach until I saw them using bone needles to mend huge furs, probably to make tents again.

They were so engrossed in their conversation that they started laughing. Some of the girls lowered their heads shyly. I guess they were talking about the man whose strength made these young girls fall in love with him.

I stopped when I was less than three meters away from them. I was still afraid of what would happen if they discovered me and screamed, and I was afraid that I would put myself in a disadvantageous position.

"Hey, I say, you guys!"

I started talking, and my voice caused them to stop their discussion. All five girls turned around at the same time. Perhaps because they saw how close I was to them, they were so scared that they covered their mouths with their hands and almost screamed. Three of the five girls even stood up, and it was obvious that they were going to look for someone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I quickly spread my hands to indicate to them that I posed no threat at all.

"Man, I'm looking for someone, my companion!"

I used my hands and mouth, and as I spoke, I gestured to tell them whether they had seen someone dressed the same as me.

But these women frowned, obviously not understanding my gestures. They stood there in a daze. Judging from their expressions, they must be asking me what I meant. Since they couldn't understand what I was saying, I had to use all my acting skills. I danced and gesticulated to tell them that I was looking for someone. I raised my legs and some stuck out their tongues. They looked at me stupidly and even laughed out loud.

"Hey, stop laughing, sisters!"

I was forced to speak my mother tongue, but my stinky mouth and stiff tongue made it impossible for me to pronounce my mother tongue clearly. They laughed so hard that they fell backwards and forwards. At this time, I saw a bush not far away shaking, and then several men in fur clothes came out.

"Oh, that's good."

I sighed deeply, and for the first time I had great doubts about my acting skills. Really, I used to think I was an underappreciated actor! But now I have come to my senses. Thank you, little sisters!

Those sturdy men rushed straight towards me. I took a few steps back and raised my hands in surrender. I don’t know if they could understand me.

These strong men were also chatterboxes. The leader kept talking to me for a long time. How the hell could I understand your nonsense? But I didn't dare to say anything. They must be testing me, so I didn't say anything and just stared at him talking.

My biggest discovery during this period was that the bastard was holding the lance that I fished out of the river. "Wow, it's here!" I laughed, and then listened to the thief talking nonstop.

Maybe he said he was tired, so he turned around and whispered a few words to the five girls. The five bitches looked at the dusty boy and his fangirl look with shining eyes, and they did not forget to answer a few words at the same time. There is no difference between him and the fans who chase stars in the place where I used to be, except for a smart phone. It turns out that chasing stars is hereditary, I understand this! I saw him wave his hand, and the minions holding bronze spears behind him came up and grabbed me and walked into the bushes. They held me on the left and right, I didn't have much strength to resist, and I didn't know what they were going to do to me, forget it, just take it one step at a time.

There were no decent roads in this primitive jungle. After walking for more than ten steps and passing the bushes, I saw a larger gathering place. There were a group of people in poor clothing gathered there, and I could hear screams from time to time. The sound was really like Andrew's.

"What's going on!"

I immediately became alert, and without the thugs' pushing, I quickened my pace and trotted forward. I didn't care what they thought of me, I heard Andrew's voice.

"Make way, make way!"

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I pushed through the crowd in front of me until I squeezed into the first row, and the scene in front of me stunned me.

An old woman who looked like a shaman was dancing a strange dance, as strange as the clothes she was wearing. Andrew was lying on a wooden frame, his limbs were tied tightly, and several strong men with naked upper bodies were pressing him down to prevent him from making any rash moves.

An equally old man, with trembling hands, pinched the mail, slowly pulling it back, and every time he pulled it a little bit, he could hear Andrew's heart-wrenching screams. Looking at Andrew's back again, God, I swear I almost vomited at that time, there was no clothes on his back, and the mail was mixed with his burnt back skin. His mail had been cut to only a large piece on his back, which would endanger his life if it was not removed. The old man could only peel the mail from his flesh little by little.

The blood flowed down his back and no one wiped it off. Andrew's face was pale and his facial features were twisted in pain.

Feeling that I could no longer remain indifferent, I hurried forward, found a piece of sackcloth, and gently wiped the blood from his back.

(End of this chapter)