C8 Strange Roommate

"When your blood splashes on my face, I'll lick it with my tongue, and then I'll laugh!"

- - 'Demon Laws'.

The horse riding general was stunned. The other 20 soldiers escorting the villagers were also stunned. Even the villagers of Linxi Village were stunned.

Was this still the quiet introverted boy? Was this still Clot who lived in the same village as him?

No matter how the others tried, Clot continued to kill.

His body was flying around, his broken flesh was all over the ground, and his blood was interweaving in the air, forming a bloody hell.

The soldiers were scared. They were no longer charging at Clot, but instead avoiding Clot, afraid of angering him. Less than ten minutes had passed since the sixty soldiers had arrived, and there were less than ten left.

The long blade that was completely dyed red pointed at the sky. Black and white hair fluttered in the wind. On Clot's face and body, there was still a lot of flesh and blood.

"Who are you?" The general asked.

"I am Clot from Linxi Village." Clot said coldly.

The general was shocked. "You are that rank 2 barbarian?"

Clot coldly snorted and his body suddenly glowed with a golden light. The rich energy shocked the general.

"I am a Third Grade Barbarian!"

The general snorted and said, "So what if you are a rank 3 barbarian? The duchy has ordered you to join the army. Do you want to fight back?"

Clot said coldly. "So what?" As soon as he finished speaking, he dashed towards the horse riding general.

The horse riding general was only a 100-man squad leader, a rank 2 barbarian. Facing Clot, he did not dare to take the attack easily.

"Quick, stop him."

Ten of the twenty soldiers who had been holding the villagers hostage came out and surrounded Clot. From the faint light on their bodies, it could be seen that these ten barbarians were all First Grade Barbarian Warriors.

"Humph, the light of a grain of rice is shining."

Holding the military knife that had been rolled up, Clot went up to greet them. Clot did not have much combat experience. Apart from a few times where he secretly ran into the forest to find Fierce Beasts to fight, this was the first time he fought with a human, and also the first time he killed someone.

However, the angry Clot had already forgotten his fear. The combat talent of the angel race that was born for battle was fully displayed at this time. He was still able to effortlessly kill ten First Grade Barbarian with a blade wrapped around his body.

"Hoy!

Clot was too fast. Two of the First Grade Barbarian Warriors couldn't dodge in time and fell into a pool of blood. The other First Grade Berserkers were shocked, but there was nothing they could do. In the face of absolute power, numbers were useless.

Puff!

Pu!

Pu!

One of the barbarians had his right hand cut off by Clot, one had his throat cut open, and the other had his heart pierced. He fell to the ground and died.

The blade had been completely twisted into pieces. Under Clot's opening of the blade, it was close to being destroyed. The power of light spread and a golden arrow shot out. The two barbarians who could not dodge in time were pierced again.

...

The cold wind was cold and the surroundings were calm. The flickering flame illuminated the lonely figure in the middle. The blood-dripping sword ended the corpses on the ground. Everyone present was filled with fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Ten First Grade Barbarian died under Clot's blade.

Even the mounted general was finally afraid.

"You, you don't move, or I will kill them." The mounted general roared.

Clot stopped and looked up coldly. "Let them go."

"I told you to let them go. Otherwise, they will die. Put down the knife, hurry up." Sensing Clot's hesitation, the mounted general felt confident again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Clot threw the killing blade away.

Bang!

A soldier kicked Clot's back hard. Clot's face immediately came into contact with the ground. However, Clot did not take it seriously.

"Let them go."

The horse general said angrily, "If you tell me to let them go, let them go. Be good."

"I told you to let them go." Clot suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed the soldier who had kicked him on the back. He exerted his strength with both hands.

"Ah ~

Chi.

The soldier's body was torn in half by Clot. Blood mist flew everywhere, and his hideous internal organs were left all over the ground.

Everyone could not help but inhale a breath of cold air. A chill that came from the depths of their bones kept assaulting them.

"Alright, I, I can let them go, but you must come with us, or else we will kill everyone here." The mounted general mustered up his courage and said.

"You dare!" Clot stared at him.

The general couldn't help but take a step back, but he still forced himself to look at Clot. "If you refuse, even if we can't kill the people here, the duchy will send people over. " So you better not resist. " Men, tie him up. "

The soldiers hesitated for a long time. They looked at each other. In the end, four of the bolder ones stepped forward and tied Clot tightly with ropes. Clot had no objection to this. He just kept staring at the general riding the horse.

"If you dare to lie to me, you can try."

The general swallowed his saliva. "Don't worry. I will keep my word."

Although Clot had been tied up, no one knew if he would break free. Therefore, for safety reasons, the general did not want to continue playing. After tying Clot up, he let the other villagers and children go. He got two soldiers to escort Clot out of Linxi Village.

Clot did not look back at the village that he had lived in for six years, even if this was probably the last time he was so close to Linxi Village.

Watching Clot's back disappear into the darkness, all the villagers, including the children, all acted in the same way, which was vomiting.

The ground was full of flesh and blood, the broken bodies, the hideous faces of the dead, and the terrified eyes. How could these simple and honest villagers accept it?

After vomiting, the villagers' eyes became very complicated. This child that they did not like very much was actually the hero who saved the entire existence at the last moment. If they didn't find a rank 2 barbarian, the possibility of Linxi Village being slaughtered was very high.

They also saw that if Clot wanted to escape, it would be very easy. But he didn't. For the sake of Linxi Village, he was willing to sacrifice himself.

The villagers' eyes were wet.

Azure Continent, the only continent that humans had ever discovered. No one could measure the exact size of the continent. Humans had stood tall for tens of millions of years. Finally, it was relatively stable a thousand years ago, with the Chaotic Ocean as the center. Surrounded by the present six forces. They were the Leon Empire, the Western Alliance, the Holy Empire, the Far East Grassland Alliance, the Desert Empire, and the Demon God Empire.

In the middle of the six major powers was the vast ocean of chaos, filled with danger.

Clot was currently in the Western Alliance. The Western Alliance consisted of thirty-six kingdoms and 108 duchies. It was fine between kingdoms, but the duchies and duchies often had wars. The Linxi Village was located in the Yellowstone Principality. Currently, there was a war between the Yellowstone Principality and the neighboring Duchy of Lehman, which was why there was a recruitment of soldiers.

There were 108 duchies. Every day, the old duchies would be destroyed. Every day, new duchies would be established. It might be an exaggeration to say that, but it also proved how chaotic the 108 duchies were.

Clot was not made more difficult and was sent to the front line. Due to Clot's special nature, he was not transferred to the regular organization, but to a special independent group.

The horse riding general clearly had a special reaction to Clot's situation. Soon, the ordinary soldiers escorting Clot were replaced by two Third Grade Barbarian soldiers.

As expected, he took special care of Clot.

"Go in!" The two Third Grade barbarians pushed Clot.

Unexpectedly, Clot didn't move. He looked at the two coldly and suddenly exerted all his strength.

Bang!

The chains binding his body broke off one after another and fell to the ground.

"I'll leave on my own." He entered a tent made of steel, leaving only two Third Grade barbarians stunned.

"This is too abnormal. Is he really a Third Grade barbarian?" The two barbarians were shocked. They were also Third Grade Barbarian, but they could not do what Clot did. At the same time, they understood. If Clot wanted to escape, the two of them wouldn't be enough. They didn't expect Clot to yell at them like this on their way here. Initially, he thought that Clot wouldn't be able to do anything, but who knew that he just didn't want to.

The two of them didn't want to stay any longer. They left with their tails between their legs.

As soon as Clot walked into the special tent, there was a round of applause.

It turned out there were already two people in the tent.

A handsome young man who was about 1.8 meters tall walked in front of Clot and said, "Yo, not bad. He is so strong. Look at the two Third Grade barbarians who were scared just now. Haha, Clark, do you have his strength? "

The other muscular man with short brown hair stood up. He was definitely 2.2 meters tall. He snorted coldly and grabbed the steel core of the tent. With a strong pull, the entire steel pipe, which was as thick as a forearm, was forcefully pulled off. The guard outside was so scared that his face turned purple. Luckily, Clark's Herculean King did not take any further action.

Clark walked in front of Clot with the two-meter long light tube. He grabbed the two ends of the tube with both hands and exerted force. The steel tube was now in the shape of a U-shape.

"Humph." Clark threw the deformed steel pipe in front of Clot and looked at Clot with his eyes filled with dust.

Clot looked calm, as if he did not see their performance.

Clark was furious. He wanted to roll up his sleeves and hit Clot, but he was stopped by the handsome man. The handsome man walked in front of Clot and said with a smile, "Hello, let me introduce myself first. My name is Daniel, and his name is Clark. Since we are fated to meet here, why don't we make friends?"

Clot looked at Daniel indifferently and his lips moved slightly.

"Clot."

After saying that, he walked straight to an empty bed, sat cross-legged, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Damn, Daniel, you can't take it anymore. This little guy is actually so arrogant. If I don't beat him up, I'll definitely lose sleep tonight." Clark cursed angrily and walked towards Clot.

Clot was only thirteen years old this year, and 1.7 meters tall was not considered short anymore. However, in front of the 1.8 meters Daniel and the 2.2 meters Clark, he was indeed shorter.