Chapter 31 What is a master of fanning the flames (arms on hips)?
In front of the abandoned temple, dozens of people coming and going in the square were busy loading the loot onto the boat. The bald strong man in charge of supervision kept glancing at the dense forest on the distant coast, his brows gradually twisted.
As the demigod descendant of Hermes had not returned for a long time, he became uneasy and sent two more men to investigate the situation.
However, until now, there has been no movement from the other side.
The dense forest by the sea at dusk is like a monster lurking in the darkness, chewing and devouring lives, which makes people shudder.
Just as the bald strong man was hesitating, thunder suddenly exploded out of nowhere.
“Boom!”
Several blazing flames shot up into the sky from the depths of the dense forest, and a violent shock wave formed in an instant, sweeping in all directions, destroying grass and trees and turning rocks into powder wherever it passed, forming a huge mushroom cloud that was visible to the naked eye and expanded rapidly.
Even though they were halfway across the island, the deafening explosion and the shaking ground beneath their feet still caused many people in the square to stagger.
“Bang! Bang!”
Along with the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, two figures that were thrown out by the air wave like torn sacks climbed up from the ground in a panic.
One of them had blood all over his face and looked terrified.
The other one was actually Xiuster who had lost contact before.
At this moment, the right arm of this demigod descendant of Hermes was strangely twisted, and his abdomen was stabbed. Blood with a hint of golden red was oozing out from several tragic wounds, and his face, as pale as paper, was almost devoid of blood and life.
"Don't even think about running away, bastard!"
At the same time, a roar filled with murderous intent came from behind, and along with the sound of surging waves, several dark blue tridents whistled towards them.
"Get down!"
In an instant, the follower with a bloody face shuddered and roared loudly, while at the same time knocking down the half-dead Xuester beside him and rolling forward.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
Before the people in front could react, the dark blue trident broke through the air and narrowly passed over the heads of the two men and landed in the square, causing blood splatter and wailing.
Just as the scene was in chaos, the follower with blood on his face dragged the half-dead Xiuster to his feet quickly, and rushed into his own camp before the next wave of attacks arrived.
That quick reaction made people sigh in admiration, he was worthy of being a follower of Hermes, the god of speed.
"What are you standing there for? Are you waiting to die? Help us! Kill these people who are stealing the goods!"
As the rapid shouts reached their ears, the people in the square who had been suddenly attacked woke up as if from a dream.
Seeing that Xuester, who was spying on the situation, was in such a miserable state, coupled with the wailing of his accomplices around him and the strong smell of blood in the air, they subconsciously mobilized their magic power and drew their weapons.
At this moment, several sea-blue shadows chasing in the air seemed to be frightened by the momentum in the square. They suddenly paused, and their lips and tongues moved, as if they wanted to speak.
"Don't let them cast the spell!"
A timely reminder came from the crowd, and the figure with his arms raised and cheering was the first to throw out the dagger in his hand, signaling a charge.
"There are fewer people on the other side, so fight side by side!"
Following the leader's example, the crowd, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit after the surprise attack, followed suit, each taking out their javelins, crossbows, and short axes to fight back.
The pursuers, who would not sit still and wait for death, also subconsciously fought back.
For a moment, the two teams that met in the square fought each other thoroughly, and the battle became more and more intense as the weapons clashed and the blood splattered.
However, no one noticed that the hero who initially boosted morale and a half-dead descendant of Hermes had disappeared in the melee.
Likewise, no one noticed that the large area of scarlet on the square was gradually fading, and the blood spilled under their feet was quietly seeping into the ground in the darkness.
At this moment, southeast of the Invisible Island.
A short and sturdy figure, covering his bleeding abdomen, staggered to the shore, fished out a rope tied to a reef from the sand, and pulled it with all his might.
After a while, a small cedar boat slowly came from the vicinity of the reef.
Phew! Fortunately, they are all here.
Under the cover of night, Xuester took a look at the deep waterline of the ship, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the sand almost exhausted.
As the body and mind relax, all kinds of uncontrollable pains surge like a tide.
Xiuster couldn't help but gasp, his face twisted, and he cursed the culprit in his heart.
This bastard is so ruthless!
If I hadn't pretended to be dead and got away with it, I might have been silenced by now?
When the surviving Hermetic demigod thought of the thrilling scene just now, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and was even more grateful for his smart choice.
Although he teamed up with outsiders and acted like his teammate, it was forced by the situation. After all, his life was in the hands of the other party and he had no choice.
If you disagree, the two fellow thugs in the dense forest who are basically very familiar with each other are the best example.
Of course, even with this excuse, betrayal is something that most teams cannot tolerate.
What's more, both sides lost so many people because of their conspiracy. No matter which side wins in the end, when they both calm down and think about the process and find out the crux and problems, he doesn't think he will have a good ending.
Rather than staying here and waiting to die, it is better to make some money and run away as soon as possible. At worst, you can just change your name when you come back.
Xiuster looked at the deep waterline of the boat in front of him, the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure, with a look of deep pride on his face.
This was the boat he secretly prepared for himself in order to avoid being abandoned by the bald man.
Inside, there is also a special reward, all of which are the best things.
As a person who hates both humans and dogs and works in the gray area, hanging out with a bunch of violent elements who risk their lives on the edge of knives all day long, how can you survive long without leaving yourself a way out?
Xiuster turned his head and glanced sarcastically at the Temple Square on the island where the sound of fighting was coming from, then he staggered to his feet and climbed onto his own boat.
However, due to excessive blood loss and his weak body, he staggered and almost fell back into the sea from the bow.
Fortunately, a hand reached out from the darkness, pulled him back to the boat, and earnest advice rang in his ears.
"I told you to be careful."
"Thanks……"
The subconscious response came to an abrupt end. Xuester, who was trying to adjust his posture, turned his neck stiffly and looked at the nightmare that appeared in front of him like a ghost in the night and was looking at him with a smile. Finally, he could not help but feel a sore nose and his voice almost sounded like tears.
"You, why are you here?"
"I'm not worried about you."
Lorne smiled and complained with concern.
"He's already half dead, and he's still running so far. What if he runs into danger?"
Dangerous? Who on this island could be more dangerous than you?!
Xuester couldn't help but feel sad and angry, and he had an urge to jump off the boat and run away immediately, but the oars that pushed the boat out of the water had already pushed it into the deep sea far away from the shore.
As he felt the tearing pain from the bones in his right arm that had not yet been put back in place and the wound in his stomach that had almost dissected him alive, he slumped over on the side of the boat, and his nose seemed to get even more sour.
What escape artist? What superior skills? It's all an illusion!
When he thought about how he had crawled out of the bloody square, dragging his half-dead body, and moved little by little to this coast, thinking that he was more skilled, but ended up jumping around under the enemy's nose the whole time, Xuster felt a chill down his spine and couldn't help feeling sad and angry.
The other party clearly knew that he had pretended to be dead and ran away during the chaos, and was just teasing him on purpose.
However, although in his heart he wanted to cut the person in front of him into small pieces and throw them into the sea to feed the fish, Xuster still smoothly forced a professional fake smile on his face and took the initiative to show his courtesy.
"You're right! This is the boat I prepared for you to leave the island. There's also a generous gift inside. It's all the best stuff on this island!"
The moment this demigod opened his mouth, he displayed the eloquence inherited from his ancestor Hermes, and he portrayed his actions of deserting the battlefield and embezzling treasures as thoughtful considerations for Lorne's benefit.
Then, he paused, glanced at the Temple Square where the sounds of fighting seemed to have weakened, and spoke cautiously.
"Let's go now, shall we?"
Although through a wave of superb acting skills and just the right amount of information gap, he successfully tricked both parties.
But if you calm down and think about it carefully, many details cannot stand up to scrutiny.
Moreover, the disappearance of their two triggers is an almost unrepairable loophole.
By then, when the other side reacts, they may be facing pursuit from not just one side, but both sides.
Loen smiled, still rowing the boat slowly and leisurely, without any sign of impatience. He looked at the island that was gradually moving farther away, and raised the corners of his lips.
"I forgot to tell you that I did something else before I caught up with you."
"What?"
Xiuster was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously.
“Bang!”
Lorne let go of the oar, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers crisply.
“Boom!”
Instantly, a violent explosion was heard from the other side of the island. Deep blue water shot up into the sky, countless wood chips flew everywhere, and a damaged warship, emitting thick smoke, slowly sank into the deep sea.
At the same time, the bald strong man who had just hesitated in the temple square was furious when he saw this situation.
"The boat! They destroyed our boat! And everything!"
For a moment, a strong murderous aura filled the air, and the clanging sound of armor rubbing against each other was heard continuously.
Their true identity was not bandits, but regular troops of Serifos.
If they failed to retrieve the Blood of Gorgon, and were unable to obtain the corresponding harvest to make up for the losses at sea, and their only means of transportation was destroyed, their subsequent fate can be imagined.
Since you won't let us live, the other side won't have an easy time either!
The remaining soldiers around were excited. They tore off their outer clothes, revealing the standard armor underneath, and roared angrily.
"Fight! Fight with them!"
At this moment, several Atlantis Guards who were already dizzy in the fighting had numb and dazed faces, and their bodies mechanically and instinctively greeted the human soldiers who rushed over to fight them to the death.
(End of this chapter)
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