The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 938 Rescue
The silver mirror hangs high, the bright moonlight falls on the earth, and there are many dark shadows in the mountains. A celebrity is wearing ragged clothes and struggling to walk through the path in the mountains. They are like hardworking ants, carrying a basket The stones, staggering feet, numb expressions, most people's faces have an unnatural blue-black color, and there is no vitality in their bodies, all of them seem to be dying, and their lives are not long.

On both sides of the mountain path, a few Protoss stood sparsely, holding whips in their hands, wantonly beating and insulting this kind of miners. The long whips made a crisp sound in the air, and beat the miners' tattered clothes. It flew lightly like a butterfly, leaving a blood-colored groove on its back.

"Hey, have you heard that the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains have begun to rebel again. It is said that the entire army led by the God King of the Deserted City was wiped out. Now soldiers are being summoned from all over the country to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to exterminate these disobedient monsters. beast."

A protoss holding a long whip, leaning lazily by a big tree, chatting with his companions there, having a great time, in front of him, one after another, the dark mines are facing him.

"I heard that this matter is quite big. I also heard that the abyssal demons have returned. What do you think the demons look like? Have you seen them?" Another companion discussed with him with great interest. , Recently, the spirit world has been very turbulent. The slaves from the lower realms have stolen into the spirit world, the monsters have rebelled, and now another demon has emerged to wreak havoc.

"Then who has seen it? I heard from the older generation that the demon race has long been sealed in the endless abyss by the supreme ancestor god. If you don’t stay in the abyss, what are you going back to the spirit world for?”

The patriarch of the gods sighed, and there was a lot of resentment in his words. In the eyes of these new generation of gods, the spirit world was their territory, the human race was their slave, and the monster race was their hunting target. As for the demon race , only exists in legends, they have never seen it at all.

While these two guys were discussing in a low voice, a weak human race was carrying a basket full of ore, staggered under his feet, and fell to the ground with a thud, the ore rolled all over the ground, and there were several scratches on his body. Wounds, bloody.

With a snap, the whip fell on the slave precisely, and he cursed: "You damn slave, you are so careless in your work, don't you want to live anymore, be careful tomorrow I will put you on a stake ..."

If it was normal, this slave must have quickly got up, put away the ore, and left humbly and carefully, not daring to say a word, not even daring to look up.

But today, perhaps feeling that his life was close to death, the fear in this slave's heart was swept away. There is nothing more terrifying than death, and now he has begun to become fearless.

"It's better to be beaten to death by you than to die from exhaustion..., what kind of bullshit protoss, what goddamn fairy world, everything is a lie, I hate it so much, I hate the injustice of the sky, hate my human race for not being up to date, hate myself why didn't I Choose to die in battle, but bow your knees and surrender..."

This famous human race stood up staggeringly from the ground, exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, and roared to the sky. There was too much hatred accumulated in his heart. He hates everyone, he hates the Protoss, but he hates himself even more for why he was spineless and bloodless back then, so that he has become like this today.

When he roared loudly, the busy slaves around stopped, and their numb faces slowly began to show lively expressions, and a ferocious look flashed in their eyes. Those words touched their lifeless heart.

The group of human races in the mine now followed Lin Fan and the demons on the road to heaven, looking for the most beautiful fairyland paradise in their hearts. They thought that when they arrived in the spirit world, they would become immortals and live like immortals. life.

But the reality dealt them a severe blow. There is heaven, there is the spirit world, and it is clearly hell on earth. In this place, human beings are reduced to coolies, slaves, and inferior status of the gods, even worse than beasts.

Seeing that these miners stopped their work, the protoss who were in charge of overseeing the work around them slammed their whips, threatening loudly: "Work quickly, whoever dares to stop, will change jobs tomorrow. No longer let you transport ore, let you enter mining."

When the word mining was mentioned, these human races shuddered. In their eyes, mining was almost equivalent to death, or in other words, it was more tragic than death, because the same kind in the mine had to endure every day. The pain is a million times more intense than theirs. After staying in the mine for a few days, the corrosive energy can turn people into inhumans. What's more frightening is that these energies will cause unimaginable pain in the body.

"Don't listen to them, brothers, we all came here by flying, some to become immortals, some to find the heaven in our minds, but now, look at ourselves, the brothers in the mine are dead now Almost half of the people, it will be our turn soon, no matter how hard you work, you can't escape, wake up, brothers, I would rather be beaten to death by them than be a slave again..."

As if returning to the light, the famous human shouted excitedly from the bottom of his heart. His face was flushed, and his weak body suddenly burst out with new strength at this moment, making him stand there like a fighter, holding his head high. nod.

The protoss grinned: "My good guy, I have never seen a slave who is not afraid of death. Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you, throw you into the waste pit, and let you die for three days... "

As he spoke, the long whip in his hand shook, and the tip of the whip made a piercing sound, like a ferocious poisonous snake, which slammed around the neck of the famous human race. He pulled his arm back hard, and the famous human race Rising from the ground, he flew upside down involuntarily.

The human race was not afraid either. He grabbed the long whip tied around his neck with both hands, struggled vigorously, supported his fingers vigorously, and roared heart-piercingly: "Today is me, tomorrow is you, don't resist!" , waiting to be slaughtered one by one..."

The surrounding slaves looked at me and I looked at you. Although they all showed resentment on their faces and sympathized with what happened to that companion, they still couldn't bear to resist. It would be better to live than to die. This proverb is vividly reflected in them.

At this time, a clear voice came from a distance: "Hey, I didn't expect that among so many people, only this one is a bit bloody. We really doubt whether we should come to help you save these human races."

(End of this chapter)