War Paradise

The man staggered in the wilderness, and every time he took a step, he left a **** footprint on the mud under his feet.

Black and red plasma poured out from dozens of wounds on his upper body. Under the rough stitches on his chest, flesh and blood seemed to be squirming. This poor man wanted to commit suicide, but his arms were amputated. He even committed suicide. The strength is gone.

"I……"

He kept muttering ambiguous words, and plasma pouring out of his mouth, his chopped tongue was swollen like a sausage, but it was "ingeniously" not blocking his throat completely, and there was still room for breathing.

The man who had accepted the cruel torture had to face the more cruel fact-the other side saved his life.

Consciousness began to wear away in the severe pain, leaving only instinctive reactions. Although the appearance is still human, his IQ has been reduced to the level of a small rodent, a large part of the brain has long stopped working, and only a small part of the area is still struggling to support.

His bloodshot eyes continued to spin, and he slowly settled on the wasteland in the distance. Several cowboys rushed over on horseback. When they saw the man's tragedy, they immediately stopped in the distance.

Even though this guy has been tortured into an inhuman form, the cowboys recognized the identity of the man from the few pieces of cloth remaining on his body and the large birthmark on his right cheek.

"Holman? Why are you acting like this?"

"Well……"

The cowboy called Holman tried hard to say something, but his chaotic consciousness couldn't think of any words. The swollen tongue also affected his pronunciation. The other cowboys leaned close to him and finally heard this guy think clearly. Things to say:

"Kill... I... hurry up..."

A sturdy young man drew a gun and aimed at Holman's head, and helped him end the boundless pain simply and neatly. When the poor man fell to the ground, a more terrifying scene happened.

With a sound, the stitching marks on Holman's chest cracked, and the misplaced internal organs slipped out of the chest cavity and spread out in a large pool of blood.

"His, what happened?"

Witnessing the incomparable tragedy, even the cowboy, who was not soft when scalping the Indians, was scared back again and again. Then, they soon realized that Holman's method of death was designed by others.

A cowboy bent down and tore a pinned note from Holman's back, only to see a line of scribbled text on it:

"I killed five people, come find me if you have any."

"God-damn-it..."

The cowboy crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it under his feet and stomped on both feet heavily.

——Holman should have been sent to the Indian settlement to the south. They were indeed set out by five people. Judging from the text on the note, the other four people should be more ill-fortuned.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Go back and call for reinforcements!" The tall cowboy turned his head and looked at the companions next to him.

He doesn't know the origin of the enemy, but such a cruel and subtle method is definitely not something Indians can do. The robbers in the wilderness just want to rob money, and generally don't spend a lot of time to make such injuries.

In other words...they are facing offenders in the wilderness, and there must be more than one person.

However, no matter how arrogant the other party is, it can't resist the wave of American pioneers!

"You are dead, son of a bitch..."

The tall cowboy looked back to the wasteland in the distance, then drove the horse back, and began to call for reinforcements to the nearby cowboy gathering place.

At this time, Bloodblade, Lin Chi, and Andrea just arrived at the Indian settlement slaughtered by the cowboys.

The houses here are made of thatch, and there is a extinguished campfire in the middle of the "village", but nothing else. Compared with the houses built by cowboys, Indians still seem to be living in primitive society.

"Someone's idea of ​​building a safe house is shattered." Lin Chi smiled.

"This is too miserable, right?" Bloodblade sighed: "I originally wanted to build a base here or something."

"Maybe the base can be made, but after your provocation just now, the cowboys might be rushing over." Lin Chi thoughtfully looked at the wasteland outside the settlement.

When the blood blade was performing the cruel "treatment" before, Lin Chi, who had nothing to do, watched the whole process beside him, and he naturally saw the provocative words written by the blood blade.

"Are you afraid that they won't succeed?" Bloodblade glanced at Lin Chi.

"If there are too many people, we can't get it." Lin Chi spread his hands out: "If thirty people come, do you think we can do it?"

If you have plenty of time, you might be able to prepare traps and the like, but the cowboys here are basically riding horses, and if you have no time to prepare, the enemy should arrive.

In this village on the plain, there is no reliable bunker. If surrounded by a large number of cowboys, they can only be reduced to live targets.

"I just played a little bit hilariously." The blood blade rubbed the blood stains on his hands: "Isn't there a few more people who can just provide sacrifices for your ‘god’?"

"The sacrifice it wants is'horrible warriors', not these miscellaneous soldiers." Lin Chi reminded: "By the way, you haven't answered my question yet."

——The original words of the ancient gods were "In the southernmost part of the wilderness, there are terrifying warriors". Judging from the map, this should be the southernmost edge of the map.

Lin Chi had tried to reach the edge of the map before, and then found himself blocked by an invisible "air wall". But the NPC and the entourage can cross the edge and move outside the wall.

"Anyway, there is Andrea, no problem." Bloodblade whispered.

But at this time, Lin Chi, who was checking the map, did not respond to her words, but turned around absent-mindedly and looked at the huts on the west side of the village.

"Maybe the'horrible warrior' is here?" he said.

"You mean Indians?" Bloodblade reacted immediately.

"Yes, this should be the southernmost point of the wilderness." Lin Chi nodded: "The sacrifice required by the ancient gods may be a certain Indian who lives here."

"Then you should go back to the bunker just now, the corpses are there." Bloodblade shook his head.

"I think the'horrible warrior' should not be moved away so easily." Lin Chi said meaningfully, turning his eyes to the pyre in the center of the village: "Don't you think the firewood here is too much for campfire Is it too much?"

As soon as these words came out, Bloodblade and Andrea immediately turned to look at the pyre.

The three of them walked over quickly and removed the wood piled on it. What greeted you next was a **** corpse:

It was a sturdy man who was at least two meters tall, with white oil on his red skin and feather ornaments on his neck.

His neck was chopped out with a deep bone gap, and there were at least a hundred gunshot and knife wounds all over his body, but even though he had died from excessive blood loss, he still held a spear and a short knife in his hand.

Judging from the numerous scars on this man's hand, the Americans should have used a shotgun and a long knife to try to take down his weapon, but despite this, he could not cut his hand bones.

Even though he died, the soldier's eyes were still open, and his face still had an angry expression, as if he could stand up and continue fighting at any time.

"Is this... a terrifying warrior."

Bloodblade squatted next to the corpse and reached out to touch the cold skin of the other party. She has always liked to use the human body to make some "crafts", but this time she didn't do that.

Lin Chi took out the blood-stained skull from his backpack and placed the temporary altar next to the Indian warrior's corpse. A translucent cloud floated from the Indian warrior's corpse and was sucked into the skull.

Then, purple light flickered from the eye sockets of the skull again:

"Make a wish, you offered sacrifices."

"A group of pioneers have attacked this village. Please curse them." Lin Chi said straightforwardly about his request: "We will offer you better sacrifices. Please save our lives."

"Before the darkness falls, the gunmen near here will be cursed by me."

The gloomy voice of the ancient **** echoed in the ears of the three: "In the north of the wilderness, a powerful warrior is wandering. Offering his flesh and blood, I will realize your next wish."

After speaking, the light in the skull's eye sockets dimmed again, as if exhausted.

The village's previous dead silence was restored, only the buzzing sound of flying insects, and the curse cast by the ancient gods was silent and did not seem to bring any substantial change.

"I still think this product is deceiving people." Bloodblade frowned and looked at the skull in Lin Chi's hand.

"Is it a lie? We should know soon." Lin Chi put away the skeleton and looked towards the edge of the wilderness with interest.

There is no shadow of the cowboys yet. However, if anyone finds Holman's body, their "Vengeful Legion" should be coming soon.

The soldiers are extremely fast, and the cowboys must also understand this truth. If the time delays for too long, the "criminals" who tortured their companions will definitely run away.

Then, it depends on when these cowboys will find the poor bug.

The sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance. Twenty minutes after Lin Chi finished the sacrifice, the tide of angry revenge finally arrived.

Sand and dust floated on all sides of the Indian village, and at least thirty people formed a circle, slowly approaching the slaughtered village from the outside.

The pioneers riding on horses were holding their rifles and aimed at the seemingly unpopulated village, staring at the huts that had not collapsed, and beware of sudden enemy attacks.

Unlike the cowboys who were carrying corpses just now, those who arrived in the village this time were all precision shooters with rich combat experience. Among them are veterans who participated in the American Civil War.

For these soldiers who have experienced brutal battles, whether they are Indians or wilderness robbers, they are nothing more than fragile waste. The command responsible for the encirclement and suppression this time was also a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Gettysburg.

"Light the house and burn them out..."

The veteran said aloud, the scar at the corner of his mouth constantly changed shape as he spoke. Several cowboys with torches began to approach the remaining huts in the village vigilantly.

Regardless of whether the enemy is hiding here or not, it is still necessary to eliminate hidden dangers. The only places to hide in the village are huts and firewood, and these things "coincidentally" are very flammable.

The pioneers swiftly scanned the surroundings without missing any corner. The cowboys with torches in their hands continued to approach the huts in the village.

At this moment, an earthquake suddenly occurred in the village.

Hum!

The sight of the pioneers suddenly trembled, and the violent tinnitus instantly cut off normal hearing.

They soon realized that it was not that there was an earthquake, but that their selves were shaking!

"Quickly...retreat..."

The veteran only had time to shout these words, and fell off his horse because of a heart attack. The other pioneers also fell to the ground one by one, howling in pain.

At this time, they felt like they were in a burning hell. Although there is no trauma, the organs in the body seem to be melting. The incredible pain is unmatched by any trauma.

"Uh..."

A cowboy opened his mouth and spit out black and red blood plasma, his body suddenly became weak, but his eyes widened from extreme fear: he saw his shriveled heart and was vomited!

"It's voodoo...poison..."

One of the pioneers who survived by chance, wanted to escape in horror, and fell heavily to the ground without running two steps. The burned internal organs spouted out of his mouth, drawing a decadent abstract painting.

"This is too handsome, right?"

The Blood Blade, who was skeptical of the ancient gods before, saw the curse's effect with his own eyes, and looked like a child who got a perfect score in the exam. His eyes were almost glaring with excitement: "It's a god, it's so gorgeous! "

"Master, you are so excited." Andrea reminded.

"Tell me, where did you get this ancient god?" The blood blade shook the shoulder of Lin Chi sitting in the hut, "I can pay, as long as I can recruit this!"

"Forget it, this kind of power is not something you can bear." Lin Chi casually babbled a reason.

"Then how can you?" Bloodblade frowned and stared at him.

"I have always endured the handsomeness and wit that are not in line with my age." Lin Chi smiled.

"Don't be bullshit, I can really pay." Bloodblade said grimly: "Or exchange with other things, such as the information you need..."

"This is personal privacy." Lin Chi's attitude remained firm: "Forget it."

"Master, I also don't recommend that you set foot in the realm of the ancient gods." Andrea stood up and walked out of the bunker, looking down at a pioneer whose body was curled up into a spherical shape and was rapidly convulsing.

"Humans should not rush into contact with the gods, otherwise they will lead to an irreversible tragic ending. This gentleman, you are also very clear, right?"

"I can accept this tragic ending." Lin Chi waved his hand indifferently, walked out of the hut, and returned to the village where the fighting had just occurred.

The 30 or so pioneers who surrounded the village were all dead at this time, and their mounts were unscathed, but they had already escaped.

According to the ancient gods, the curse should continue until sunset, that is to say, the next few hours should be absolutely safe.

"Let's rest for a while, and go to the north to take a look at night." Lin Chi said.