The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 143 Are you in a hurry?I'm in no hurry!
"Mother Xipi! This little brat!"

In a rage, Samir kicked and burst the big earthen pot that was being used to cook lunch.

Can't tell at all, he should be a weak spellcaster great shaman.

Rao couldn't stand it after being crazily humiliated in front of the two armies based on his cultivation as a great shaman.

But he wasn't that reckless in rushing straight up.

"Quick! Aren't there humans in our barracks? Just drag a few and chop them off in front of them!"

"But the big shaman, most of them are rats over there, what's the use of killing people?"

"Trash! Didn't see that little bastard is a person? Kill me!"

Samir was already so angry at this time, he just wanted to fight back with fire.

However, the sober-minded wolf man still tried to dissuade him:
"No, big shaman! We have to rely on these craftsmen to make a lot of engineering equipment! We can't kill people anymore!"

This made Samir very angry.

"Trash! You are all trash! A bunch of idiots! It's been three years, can't you learn such a little technology? It's you incompetent lazy people who slow down the progress of the tribe!
Look across!They all pointed their magic guns in our faces!You are still crying here!Please don't kill people! "

This time, Samir really lost his temper.

After seeing the advances of those humans, Samir also thought, if the orcs were more sophisticated and developed the same technology at that time, would their ending be different.

But as a result, the biggest obstacle to the development of technology has always come from within.

"Hey! You can't kill! You can't fight! Are we just watching here? Just watching?

How can this work? "

For the first time, Samir decided to be ruthless, no matter what, people still want to kill!

It's just to kill some guys who are useless to the tribe, those craftsmen with poor skills, no matter what, they have to pick a few out and kill them!
"kill!"

Not long after, under Windsor led the city, the jackals slaughtered ten human craftsmen in front of Ickert.

For the death of the same kind, Ickert has faded away.

He had ordered the Ratman to kill humans before, and now it was useless to use this to deal with him.

As long as you kill someone, it doesn't matter how much. Ickert doesn't want to be a Virgin, nor does he have the strength to be a Virgin.

When the gnolls were killing people, Ickert had been staring at them all the time. From the moment they were skinned, he didn't miss a single step.

Keep the enemy's cruelty in mind, and then pay back double.

He, Eckert, did not take a gentle route.

"Jenil, arrange these things."

Ickert also responded to the Gnoll's actions.

soon.

The news reached the Wolf man.

After killing the man, before Samir had time to rest for a few minutes, he was broken into the tent by the wolf man sentry.

"Tell me how he reacted."

The him in Samir's mouth undoubtedly refers to Ickert.

As a more civilized human being, for the sake of his reputation and his subordinates, he should cry bitterly or be filled with anger.

When the time comes when the opponent takes the initiative to go out of the city to meet the enemy, the jackals will win without any effort.

However, the sentinel was on the point of talking, and directly said to Samir the great shaman:
"He said, you are in a hurry"

"Am I in a hurry? Hahahahaha! Joke! Am I in a hurry? Hahahahaha!"

Samir laughed loudly, but then his face changed, and the wolf's face was covered with blue veins of rage.

He swung his powerful fist and punched the sentry.

"You are in a hurry! You are in a hurry! You are in a hurry!"

Samir slammed punch after punch on the sentry's head.

The sentinel did not dare to resist, and was soon beaten to death.

A guard couldn't help but opened the tent. Unexpectedly, Samir, who was seen, became enraged again, and pulled the guard into the tent and beat him up.

While playing, he also said:

"I'm not in a hurry! I'm in a hurry! I'm in a hurry! I'm not in a hurry at all!"

With heavy punches, the Gnoll sentinel and guards were quickly beaten to death.

Meanwhile, the drama on the mound continued.

The mother cried bitterly while holding the two children.

"I'm sorry! Children! It was Mom who didn't protect you well before!
your father!He is a beast! "

In order to survive, he deliberately showed the delicate third and fourth daughters in front of the rat man, in the name of letting the children live!
In fact, it was just for her own survival, but she saw it with her own eyes!That guy who claimed to be a soldier actually picked up his daughter's bones in the middle of the night and gnawed on them!

The jackal mother laughed like crazy!crazy!

That is the flesh and blood born from her stomach!How could he do this!How dare he!
At this point, the mother's only thought is to keep the children alive.

"Children! Kill me!"

She yelled at the two children, realizing something in her heart.

Even Shakespeare couldn't help feeling this "great maternal love".

However, the two children looked at each other and raised their heads.

"But mother, who is going to kill you?"

Shakespeare also added:
"That's right, you have to kill two people to survive. Just now, your father can be counted as killing both of you, but it can't be like this now."

The siblings looked at each other again, seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

The mother is also in a predicament. She is willing to sacrifice herself, but she doesn't know which child she should sacrifice herself for.

And judging from the meaning of the two children, they both want to live. After all, they are still young, and there are so many youthful years that they have not enjoyed.

"Mum, who do you want to kill you more?"

The younger sister asked innocently. In fact, both he and his brother were on guard, fearing that the strongest mother would change her mind.

Now, the key to surviving is winning over her mother.

My sister knew that my brother had a natural advantage in this regard.

In tribal society, men are superior to women and women are inferior, so she dare not have too many illusions.

How can it be a female who is loved at home?

Sure enough, after much deliberation, the mother finally chose her most beloved son.

She relaxed her body and waited for her son to kill her.

The younger sister also clenched the blade in her hand.

Unexpectedly, Shakespeare suddenly inserted and stopped his brother.

"Please wait a moment, young man. In this case, you can't do it directly."

Shakespeare said.

"You also know that you also killed human beings just now, and the skinned and cramped ones screamed so badly.
We must do the same here.

You have to skin her, cook her from the bottom up, and eat it to count as a kill. "

Shakespeare stared at his brother's reaction closely, thinking that he would be extremely angry, but he didn't expect the other party to say something.
"no problem."

In order to survive, it doesn't matter what he does, he will be killed anyway, and he won't feel pain himself.

"Is there any problem? As long as there is no problem, you can continue."

Shakespeare was also taken aback when he heard Brother Gnoll's answer.

But he was also provocatively excited!

"Friends in the audience! It seems that our drama is about to reach its climax!"

(End of this chapter)