Chapter 117

"Why?"

Wesselis turned around and looked at Oberon who came after him. At the moment, he was wiping the blood on his hands. Then he withdrew his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Nature is to kill him."

Hearing the little king's words, the Dorn's narrow and thin eyebrows frowned slightly. He heard the killing intention in wesselis's voice. It's reasonable for the two armies to fight against each other to kill each other, but

He always felt that there was a deeper meaning in wesselis's words.

"What old grudge do you have with the horse king of doslak?"

Oberon asked with some strange openings.

"No."

Wesselis shook his head.

Obviously he didn't tell the truth.

However, the only intersection between wesselis and drogo now is at the banquet of pantos, and the two only met each other. They didn't even say a word, and it's unreasonable to say that there is hatred.

"Really?"

Oberon slightly picked his eyebrows and nodded.

The guards shuttling around the camp have now picked up cosso's head, and the headless body has been dragged out, leaving a clear blood mark on the ground.

The other guards went to fetch a bucket of water and took the time to wash the filth out of wesselis's tent.

Watching zhuogo Kao's blood League guard beheaded by the young and elegant young man in front of him, there was not even a trace of color on the other party's beautiful face, just like eating and drinking water.

In addition, the dorslak translator who was also escorted was almost scared to pee his pants. Fortunately, he was sold to the golden regiment as a slave, otherwise he would not grow up in the dorslak tribe.

"Your Majesty."

"What about this man..."

A guard escorting the doslak asked.

"Huh?"

Wesselis handed back the bloody handkerchief to the guards around him and took a look at the trembling doslak interpreter.

He even forgot this man just now.

However, if you want to annoy drogo, you only need the head of his blood alliance guard. In fact, this translation is dispensable, and there are no people who can speak doslak in wesselis's army. His ability may be useful.

"If he wants to live, give him a chance."

Wesselis looked at him and spoke calmly.

When the doslak interpreter heard that wesselis was willing to give him a way to live, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I will, I will."

Then wesselis waved his hand, and the interpreter was taken down by the guards.

Oberon stood where he was, touched his soft chin beard, looked at wesselis's back, then opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask in the end.

...

The next morning.

Several andalos knights on fast horses, carrying the head of drogokao's blood alliance Wei COSO with the tip of their guns, came to the simple camp of the doslaks.

At a distance, he reined in the war horse, then shouted a few times, and then threw Corso's head on the ground.

The doslak people in the distance were furious when they saw that these lambs dared to ride out on horses to provoke. Several grumpy doslak soldiers climbed up the war horse naked and chased it.

However, the Knights of andalos were far away and slipped away one step ahead of time. The other party didn't dare to move forward until they came to the place where they had just stopped. Only then did they find a lonely head on the ground.

"Stop."

As the blood League guard of Cao, Koso was naturally recognized by many people of kalasa. He saw Koso's head. In an instant, these chasing doslaks felt that something bad was going on.

"This..."

Blood alliance guard is not only a guard, but also a life and death brother and partner for each Cao. Their relationship is more solid than Jinshi.

In Cao's daily affairs, the blood alliance guard will always accompany him. The ancient doslak tradition requires them to follow him when Cao dies. If Cao dies in battle, the blood alliance guard will do his best to revenge for the rest of his life and commit suicide after revenge.

Cao and his blood alliance guards can share everything except mounts, even his wife. They can sleep in the same tent and drink a glass of wine together.

Today, zogokao's "blood of my blood" has been cut off and thrown here, and there is not even a cremation. This is a very serious thing in the doslak tradition, because it means that Corso's soul will have nowhere to go.

Zhuogocao must recapture his body for his life and death brother, sew COSO's head and his body together, and then hold a cremation, so that COSO's soul can reach the kingdom of heaven and become a warrior riding flame horses in the night sky.

"No --"

The doslak soldiers looked at each other and felt that their scalp was numb. They have a bad feeling that something terrible will happen next.

Drogokao, who was in a rage, may have to kill all these lambs to extinguish his anger.

"Go back and tell Cao."

It's urgent.

Later, without delay, a doslak soldier grabbed the place where the braid was cut off on Corso's head with one hand, turned over with the head of the blood alliance guard and climbed up the war horse.

Then he urged his mount to go straight to drogokao's big tent.

...

A moment later.

"The blood of my blood..."

In the golden top tent of zhuogo Cao, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, and all the Kou who led Cass also heard the news and rushed to Cao's tent.

The other two blood League guards of zhuogo are slightly older. Kohoro, who once saved zhuogo's life, and Hago, who is huge and silent, stand behind zhuogo, with sadness and anger in his eyes.

They are brothers of life and death. They once made a blood oath and became the blood alliance guard of zhuogo, but now they have lost one.

Zhuogocao himself was sitting on the throne at the moment, his fists were clenched, his nails were even faintly white, and his joints kept making a light noise.

Now he also knew who the enemy he was facing.

He had even forgotten it, but at this time he finally remembered that the silver haired boy he saw in pantos a year ago made him feel a slight threat.

At this time, he killed his blood alliance guard and cut off his head to humiliate himself.

"Beetles will chew your eyes."

In the tent, the voice of zhuogocao suddenly sounded. He seemed to be talking to himself, then stood up and pulled out his machete.

"Worms will crawl in your lungs."

All the doslaks couldn't help trembling.

"Raindrops will hit your rotten skin -"

"Until you have only one bone left!"

Boom——

Then drogo smashed the table in front of him.