"I can’t serve you any more after Durban Duoya Village is gone. Please forgive me for being disrespectful. Now I have to go. Please go where you should go …"
After paying his last homage to Durban Duoshiban, Bakula got up and walked towards the stairs, but at this time he heard a dull sound.
"Do you … want revenge?"
"Huh?" Bakula was surprised to turn around and didn’t see anyone. Did he hear it wrong?
"Lucky person in Cruaina village. Do you want revenge?"
This time, Bakula can see who is talking, and he is so scared that he slumped to the ground. The slate Durban has many mouths, but it is asking questions!
"Are you … are you alive?"
"If you want to punish the sinners in the bloodbath village, go to the closed ancestral temple in the village in a week … you will naturally have the strength you need to sacrifice at the slate there … Remember that there are Pharaoh’s hands there now, so don’t go in casually …"
"This … What on earth is this …" Facing the strange Oracle, Bakula stayed on the spot until a high roar pierced his ear and made him jump like a touch.
"Son of a bitch is just asking you to clean up. How long do you want mushrooms?"
"Is … is! I am coming to Sister Shamma! " Bakula went out in a hurry and didn’t forget to look back at the slate for the last time before leaving.
I … can I really get revenge power? )
Stepping on the marble steps, Zock shook his head, smiled at himself and walked on to the surface.
"It’s really how can suddenly think of things before …"
Fifteen years after the tragedy in Cruaina village, Bakula has also grown into an arrogant thief. At this time, the scale of the Shamma thief group has also expanded to more than 20 people, and the business of robbing the rich and helping the poor is going smoothly everywhere, but behind this smooth progress, a dark shadow is slowly growing …
"Sister Shamma, we got a lot of good things this time and brought wine back!" Kicking the wooden door, Bakula walked into the room with a big cloth bag on his back and shouted, "Are you there, big sister?"
"Bakula, come in" To Bakula’s surprise, Shamma’s voice is not as cold and arrogant as the original one, even with a trace of vibrato …
"What’s the matter, elder sister …" The scene that Bakula let go and pushed things into the house door shocked him immediately appeared in front of him. Clubo died with a sharp machete in his chest. Bakula clearly engraved a Horus eye on the handle. recognized that it was the machete of the troops directly under Pharaoh, because there was no place where soldiers had the courage to dare to make a machete decorated with Horus eyes except the troops directly under Pharaoh. That was blasphemy to the Wang family and God.
"This … how can this elder sister? ! How did Krupp die? "
"He and ten players went to the northern town to search for coins, but Pharaoh had to go there either early or late …" Shamma, who was sitting next to Krupp’s body, bowed his head and clear tears kept pouring out of her right eye. "Krupp covered the escape of others by himself, but he himself …"
"Pharaoh!" Bakula almost made this angry roar from his own soul. "Where is that guy? I’m going to kill him!"
"Calm down, Bakula!" Shamma a pull on his arm "what can you do? Die for nothing? Pharaoh’s troops are so powerful, how can you kill him alone? "
"How can you know if you don’t try!" Bakula roared and dumped Shamma’s hand. "Look at me, elder sister. I definitely want to …" But before he finished, he already gave Shamma a strong hug.
"Don’t go to Bakula … the most reliable people in my brother have left me … I don’t want anything to happen to you …"
"Damn … damn …! ！” Bakula kept trembling, which made Shamma encircle his arms tighter, as if the horse would lose him if she let go.
"In fact, I also wanted to be able to avenge my brothers and sacrifice my life, but … even if I sacrificed my life, I still couldn’t do anything … I’m not willing to be true! But I can’t do anything … "
This is the first time and the last time that Bakula saw Shamma crying. At that moment, half of the Egyptian female thief king looked more like a child who would keep crying, which made Bakula even more confused and didn’t know how to comfort her.
Sacrifice and you will get the strength you want …
My mind echoed with what Durban said to him in the village of Cruina at that time. Bakula couldn’t help shaking his head desperately. What sacrifice can’t be offered? Before, I heard my parents say that when Durban was a god, the living people would be sacrificed every year, because they often caught the lonely people, so naturally they wouldn’t worry about the source of the sacrifice. But now they have alarmed the troops directly under Pharaoh, and the whole Shamma thief group has to run around like a frightened bird, even grabbing bottles of water is a problem. Where can we find the living people to sacrifice to Durban? Are you from your own group? No, everyone is like brothers and sisters, how can they do that kind of dehumanizing thing!
"Don’t cry, sister. I’ll … think of a better way to avenge Krupp. Don’t worry."
While comforting Shamma, Bakula rolled his eyes and racked his brains to find a way. Just as he was about to give up thinking about how to get revenge and plan to comfort Shamma, a brother screamed outside.
"Is the pharaoh army they found here! ！”
"This … so soon?" Bakula’s face turned white when he heard the news like a bolt from the blue, but Shamma quickly let go, hugged his arms, wiped his face and cried out in tears, "Don’t leave the horses separately and don’t fall into their hands!" At the moment, her face is gone, and the sad expression just now has returned to her face. The woman who helped the child has become the female thief king who dominates the party again at the moment.
"Bakula don’t go to GuanKe lupo body! With weapons and a little food and water, let’s break through here first! "
"Yes!" Bakula next to a machete copy in the hand eyes reveal a firm look.
(Sister Shamma used to take care of me. Now … I’ll take care of you! ! )
The Pharaoh’s army came faster and more than expected. Although the members of the thieves’ group adopted the mode of scattered escape, they could not escape the fate of being chased to death one by one because of the lack of horse law, and they fought to the death. Bakula and Shamma were also surrounded by many cavalry holding spears and pressing on them step by step. If they wanted to see each other resist, they would immediately dress them as hedgehogs.
"I can’t believe that I escaped for a generation and ended up in this field …" Shamma, who was covered in blood, put a lock of hair in his lips and teeth with a wry smile and clenched his machete in his hand. But behind her, Bakula was sticking tightly to her back-to-back. The machete in his hand had been cut off, and he insisted that the threat of a broken knife seemed to point to the cavalry in front of him. Of course, those cavalry would not intimidate and subdue this force, but waved their hands and threw their guns while laughing and riding slowly in, ready to throw them when this overreached.
It’s over. Are we really going to die here? No, I haven’t avenged my relatives and thieves in Cruaina village, and I’ve also brought my elder sister into such a dangerous situation … I can’t just die here! )
"Small also want to resist? Go to hell! " Seeing that Bakula’s eyes flashed with intense hatred, leading a soldier was wrong. He had to put all his eggs in one basket to fight back. He quickly raised his javelin in his hand and threw it at Bakula. Bakula crossed his hands and tried to block the shot. But how can a man’s body block a spear and stab it?
"Woo … damn it!"
In a trance, Bakula closed his eyes and suddenly felt a little warm splash on his face. He opened his eyes and was dismayed to see that Shamma was holding out his arms in front of him. A sharp gun tip still stained with blood stood out from her chest and was still a fist away from his face. In an instant, Bakula suddenly felt that the whole world was spinning.
Shamma’s lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she just opened her mouth and blood gushed from her mouth like a waterfall, spraying Bakula all over her face.
"Bakula … no matter how hard it is … find a way to live … my brothers … you are left … you have to take care of yourself …"
Bakula took his arms at a loss and fell to him. Shamma was covered in blood. He shouted Shamma’s name, but Shamma didn’t respond to his call. At the same time, her beautiful right eye gradually turned from clear to turbid, and Bakula completely fell into the abyss of despair.
"ah! ! ！”
In the desert, Bakula’s hands were handcuffed to a long rope, and a soldier rode a fine horse and dragged him quickly forward. Most of the troops had already gone back to Wangdu first, leaving the soldier who dragged him to be taken to Wangdu by representatives of the thieves’ group for public execution. It is for this reason that those army soldiers would allow him to live until now, otherwise he would be nailed to the stone wall of the village like Shamma’s body and weathered by a pike, and eventually he could not escape the fate of a pile of dead bones.
"Hey, what’s that?" The soldier couldn’t believe it. Looking forward, he was surprised to see a group of people in black robes riding fast horses approaching here in the desert. He was so surprised that he forgot that Bakula was dragged half dead by horses except himself. I couldn’t help but blurt out this sentence.
The soldier’s doubts were quickly answered. The crazy cavalry rushed to the hands of the first black man in front of him. The cold light flashed and a machete had been cut off from the horse head-on. The black man who hacked to death just now walked up to Bakula and raised his hand with a machete. Bakula didn’t show any fear or express any surprise. He looked at the machete in the hands of the black man.
Click a long knife in the hands of a black man, and cut the wooden handcuffs tightly around Bakula’s wrists into pieces. All the black men took off their hoods and shouted "Boss!"
"It’s you …" Bakula was surprised to find that these people turned out to be a small group of people who never came back from their thieves’ group to rob the East. This group of people may have come back late because the ticket business was done quite smoothly. Fortunately, they turned out to be the last lucky people in the thieves’ group. It seems that they have gained a lot, not only everyone is riding a horse and wearing expensive black cloth robes, but also their pockets are bulging. It seems that they have all tasted the benefits in this ticket business.
"Are you all right, boss?" The first thief held Bakula’s shoulder and put a black robe on his ragged body. "We were grabbing it in the east. We heard the news that Pharaoh’s army was heading this way, so the horse came back. I didn’t expect to come back late … by the way, where are Sister Shamma and Boss Krubo?"
"…" Bakula didn’t say a word. At the moment, he really wanted to cry, but now he is like a 15-year-old predecessor in the village of Cruina. Everything in his body seems to have been cut out except despair and indignation. Generally, his brothers tried hard to ask him, but he also froze in place and couldn’t say anything for a long time before he slowly spit out the sentence.
"Let’s go to the village of Cruaina."
Bakula stared at the blood-soaked brown slate in front of the yellow slate in the ancestral temple. Behind him, the brothers who had just saved him had turned into lifeless piles of bodies. However, he didn’t even blink his eyes. He just stared at the slate and spat out his heart, and he never dared to say anything.
"Hidden deep in the ground, fiend, I will sacrifice the best flesh and blood now. Please wake up from the deepest darkness and give me the power to kill Pharaoh!"
"Knowing people is not enough to gain absolute power to donate blood and flesh. What I need is resentment and resentment to make me completely awake …"
Listen to the ear to a deep voice Bakula slowly closed his eyes and lost his machete. Then he slowly raised his hands to the dark roof. "O yo, if these sacrifices are not enough, please accept my deepest and heaviest resentment with all the dead villagers in Kruaina Village! I dedicate my body, my soul, my resentment and everything. Please give me strength to kill the Pharaoh! ！”
"Ha ha ha ha ha! ! Interesting! " The deep voice suddenly burst into laughter. "Then your body, soul and resentment over there will be turned into delicious bait and I will accept it!" ！” With that, a stream of black smoke gushed from the slate, and in a sudden whirl, it suddenly got in from Bakula’s 7 orifices. When the black smoke disappeared in Bakula’s body, he raised his head and his eyes gave off fierce red light.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! This is really a perfect instrument. My dark evil god Zock Nerufa can finally be resurrected! From now on, the god of light can do the same thing, so take me half a point! Ha ha ha ha ha! ！”
However, the laughter of the great evil god suddenly stopped halfway, and then he curled up and gave a groan of pain. "Woo … you humble human being … unexpectedly want to resist my god …!" "
"Hey hey I am waiting for this moment! It makes it easier for you to occupy my body and give me strength than it is for me to grab your strength department directly! " Bakula slowly raised his head and his dark face revealed a sinister smile. "And you will be ashamed to ask for sacrifices. How dare an idiot call himself God? Where did you die when your uncle, his family and brothers suffered? Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. For grandpa, your profit value has stopped here! Give up your strength and disappear into the darkness! "
"Damn little … how dare a guy like you …!" Bakula’s face suddenly changed to reveal a look of great pain. "Wow … it’s impossible … the power has been sucked away … what can a bug like you do to me …"
"The big ye and big ye brothers crewe aina village all the dead resentment together is far beyond your control! The guy who wants to get in touch with this resentment will eventually be swallowed up by it and become part of it! " Bakula raised his hands, and the painful expression on his face slowly transformed into a sinister smiling face again. "Don’t fight back and give the big ye a darling to disappear!"! ！”
"Hateful little ahhh! ！” Suddenly, the dull voice was unwilling to roar, and then the horse was silent again. Bakula put his hands down and slowly turned around. Behind him, the huge Durban slowly emerged and gave a deep gift to his new master 2.
"(Congratulations on your new life, my master)"
"Master? Hum, hum, ha, ha, ha, ha. I like to call it Durban Duo! ！” Bakula, with black smoke, burst into laughter. In front of him, the bodies of his subordinates who had been killed by him were all up again, and then he knelt down on one knee to show his most reverence to their new owner.