Chapter 117 Threats

The stench rushed straight to my head, like an uppercut to me, hitting me so hard that I fell backwards and fell to the ground.

I think if I were given a shot, time would have stood still in that area.

"Woooooa ...

I didn't eat breakfast, and now I'm so nauseous that I even vomited stomach acid.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The so-called "God of War" was stunned at first, and then laughed shamelessly. His arrogance inspired the group of barbarians behind him, making them laugh along with this idiot.

Maybe this is how the barbarians treat me. I clearly saw that the old witch opened her eyes. She was looking at me, paying close attention to my every move.

"This is the only chance to save Andrew!"

I suffered so much, all because of an impulse of distrust! I stood up, stared at the translator, and asked loudly: "That's enough, I think your gods will be a little happy to see his people laughing. Ask your priests when to heal my friend?"

"What?"

I don't know why this "fake civilized" translator, I guess my humiliating performance just now made him put down his last bit of worry and vigilance towards me. He actually had the courage to straighten his chest, just like the "God of War" he mentioned. He put his ear close to me and deliberately tested me and said, "I didn't say this was a sin to the gods, did I?"

"What did you say?"

I calmed down, my mind went blank with a buzzing sound, and the words that had been encouraging me disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a question: "Is this sentence, what you said, true?"

"My friend needs treatment now. I beg you. If you keep teasing me like this, my companion will die!"

They must be joking, right? They must be joking. They must like to play tricks on me. I have endured such humiliation silently, and now you tell me that it doesn't count? "Hehe." I actually laughed out loud at this time. I didn't believe it. Looking at their teasing expressions, I really didn't believe they would do such a thing. Aren't barbarians simple and innocent? Why did I endure humiliation so sincerely, but in return I was treated like a pitiful clown, fooled by these half-naked barbarians! "Haha, Romans, haha, idiots, idiots!"

At this time, their "God of War" pointed at me and laughed, and insulted me in that awkward Latin. Later, he was not the only one, everyone was laughing at me. They pointed at me, cheered, and laughed loudly with their hands on their stomachs in a language I could not understand. I was a living clown in front of them, the object of their amusement. No matter whether they were men or women, they did not care about Andrew's life or death, but focused all their energy on ridiculing me.

I have never felt such pain before, it was like someone punched me in the stomach, the pain in my heart made me speechless. The feeling of wanting to cry, which is unbearable for ordinary people, showed on my face without reservation.

They did not restrain their excessive expressions because of my pain. On the contrary, they even regarded the ferocious expressions on my face as ones they were deliberately put on to please them.

Their laughter became louder and louder, and they began to stretch out their hands and shout at me: "Rome, slave! Rome, slave!"

They were getting more and more arrogant, and the stiff Latin coming out of their mouths was like a loud slap in the face, slapping me mercilessly. It turned out that they didn't regard me as a human being at all, but a captured slave.

I am not a Roman. Strictly speaking, I am just an Oriental hiding in a Roman body. I speak Latin fluently, and my every move, even the way I kill people, is like a real Roman. But that is not the real me. I am an Oriental. Although their rude remarks about Rome are not important to me, I still have the characteristics of Orientals, which is a sense of belonging. I now believe that I belong to Rome. Even if the so-called "heroes" of Rome betray me and try every means to kill me, they do not represent Rome! This is a national hatred. The following is to tease me and make me feel ashamed. This is a family hatred!

Just this group of dozens of people, even if I am too incompetent, I am still a centurion of the empire, and they are just under the banner of gods who come from nowhere. Although they saved me, my gratitude to them is gone now. I have even guessed what will happen to Andrew if he is cured. With such a strong body, he can be sold as a slave at a good price anywhere.

No! I shook my head quickly, and kept telling myself in my heart, no, this can't happen. Andrew's life is hanging by a thread now, and he has no ability to protect himself at all. Only me, although I will be because of the cold environment and my slightly damp clothes and chain mail.

Gradually, I calmed down. The humiliation of being teased turned into an inexplicable anger, and the fire was burning in my heart. I don't know where the firewood came from, maybe it was the ridicule of the group of people.

I fixed my eyes on the barbarian closest to me, the "God of War" in their eyes and mouths, this rotten thing with rotten feet. He didn't look like a well-trained warrior at all. He casually held the short lance in his hand. He was busy making fun of me and leading others to laugh at me. He didn't even think about whether I would suddenly attack him. The fact proved that he was not so alert.

At this moment, a bold idea suddenly came to my mind, and my body chose to obey the command of my brain at the first moment, slowly moving towards the rotten-footed guy with his back to me, step by step.

He had his back to me, and his loud laughter covered the sound of my footsteps and the rustling of my chain mail. Not only did he not care about me at all, but those who were facing me didn't care either. I walked behind their "God of War" in full view of everyone.

"Hey!"

Finally someone woke up and noticed what I was doing, but he was too far away to come over to help and stop me, so he quickly shouted loudly to try to get everyone's attention.

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The method was good, but it was used too late. His exclamation made everyone present, including the rotten-footed guy who was about to be attacked by me, stunned.

I seized the opportunity and slashed the throat of this rotten-legged guy with my palm. This guy had no chance to dodge or defend himself. His throat was cut and his whole face turned purple in an instant.

He must be in great pain now, he kneeled down with his hands covering his neck, and even dropped the lance in his hand. Before the lance hit the ground, I took the opportunity to reach out and hold the lance tightly in my hand.

"Don't move!"

This set of actions was done almost in one go, without any unnecessary movements to waste time. I grabbed the back of the guy's head with my left hand and turned the gun head with my right hand, so that the tip of the gun was against his neck.

Sorry, it's a bit late because I didn't have time for training.

(End of this chapter)