Chapter 35

"Cheman , what are you trying to do!"

  Some tribal leaders seemed to have a premonition, and roared loudly.

  Chi!

  The long sword pierced l the chest of a tribal leader without hindrance, and the gushing blood spattered all over his body .

  "Cheman! you dare to kill us?"

  Heck!

  Cheman responded to the questioning with actions, and killed another tribal leader in the blink of an eye.

  The cabin suddenly boiled, and the remaining leaders cursed and struggled.

  But Cheman was unmoved, and continued to walk to the next tribal leader.

  "Wait! cheman, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender..."

  Heck!

  Cheeman swung his sword again, as if slaughtering a wild boar.

  "You lunatic! You traitor! We have already surrendered! Why do you want to kill us!"

  Chi!

  "The warriors of the long beard tribe will aveng me..."

  Heck!

  …

  The smell of blood filled the closed wooden house, tumbling, mixed with the smell of excrement and urine due to fear, forming an extremely strong, almost suffocating smell.

  It's like a slaughterhouse.

  "The Butcher" Cheman body was already covered with a thick layer of blood, like a bright red armor, which looked daunting.

  As the tribal leaders were killed one by one, the wooden house gradually became quiet.

  There was only the last one left—the patriarch of the Blueskin Tribe, Cheman's uncle, Linia.

  Linia stopped talking at this time, and there was no expression of anger or fear on his face.

  He looked at his nephew standing in front of him, and said indifferently,

  "Tell me, why?"

  Cheman , who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

  His voice was as hoarse as a rusty sword:

"For the future of the savage."

  "The future of the savage?" Linia, who was quiet , suddenly became angry again, "You are killing the future of the savage with your own hands!"

  Cheman slowly shook his head:

  "No, you are the obstacles to the progress of the savages."

  Linia was stunned for a moment when he heard such absurd remarks.

  Cheman continued unhurriedly:

  "We savages are also descendants of the ancestors and Andals, and there is not much essential difference from the people of the river bay. But thousands of years have passed, and the people of the river bay have built hundreds of castle has fed tens of millions of people and formed countless powerful armies. But what about us savages?

  We are companions with wild beasts and ignorance, and we are divided into hundreds of tribes, large and small. Fighting each other for Territory and prey, but after fighting for so long, what have we won?

  Don't we just dare to hide in the red mountains? Occasionally go out to plunder, and see the regular army of the reach people and run away .

  Tell me, Uncle, even if I drive the reach people out of the red Mountains together with you this time, then what?

  We will still return to the previous state, stuck in the quagmire of barbarism, ignorance, and backwardness."

  Linia sneered and said,

  "Could it be that you can change the future of the savages by being a dog to the people of reach?"

  Cheman didn't care about the insult in his uncle's words, and still responded in a flat tone:

  "At least, this can break down the barriers between the tribes. , the best chance to unite all the savages of the red Mountains."

  "Even so, the future 'King of Savages' will be that reach nobleman, and you are just a mad dog under him!"

"As long as the wild men can break free from the quagmire of barbarism and ignorance, so   what if I am a mad dog?"

Linia was silent.

  At the moment when his life was about to come to an end, he seemed to finally understand his nephew.

  Of course, understanding does not mean forgiveness.

  Linia couldn't forgive Cheman for what he had done, but now, he knew that it was impossible for him to stop his nephew.

  He didn't know whether Cheman's actions would bring the wildlings into a glorious future or into an even more desperate abyss.

  But Linia suddenly felt that perhaps it was time to give the wildlings a different leader.

  "Don't be a mad dog." Linia suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, and became earnest, "The people in reach asked you to kill us, right? If you kill us, you will reap the hatred of the thirteen tribesmen. If you kill more people in the future, the blood stains on your body will accumulate more and more, until the whole world is an enemy. Therefore, Cheman, control your desire to kill! Otherwise, before the wildlings usher in a bright future, you will have already fallen into the abyss."

  Cheman twitched the corners of his mouth, with a strange expression on his face:

  "I'm in the abyss, uncle."

  "It's not too late." Linia persuaded, "The Red Mountains are still huge, It's not too late for you to stop now, the wildlings need you in the future."

  Cheman shook his head, "It's too late, I'm a kinslayer, and I have no future."

  Linia froze for a moment, then thought of his brother-in-law, his face suddenly changed:

  "You killed your own father?!"

  "Also brothers." Cheman stepped forward, and the blood-red long sword in his hand pierced Linia's chest, "Now there's uncle"

  Linia roared wildly, and blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, but there was not much hatred in his eyes, but a look of great regret:

  "You...why did you...do this...to be despised by the gods..."

  Cheman looked at his dying uncle expressionlessly, and said lightly,

  "I also prayed devoutly to the gods, But I never got a response. So, I decided to dedicate my soul to the devil."

  Linia seemed to be struggling to say something, but his broken heart was no longer able to support his body, he spat out the last mouthful of blue blood, and finally tilted his head like nothing happened.

  Cheeman stared at his uncle's body in a daze for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

  It wasn't until the shouting outside the house completely subsided that he turned around and walked to the door, and opened the locked wooden door.

  Phew——

  the cool night wind blew, but it couldn't blow Cheman's hair that was already covered with solidified blood scabs.

  "Cheman, where is Lord Linia?"

  "our chief of the Longbeard tribe?"

  "our chief, now that the battle is over and we have surrendered, can you release them?"

  ...

  Face to facewith the questioning of the captured savages, Cheman remained silent.

  It wasn't until everyone saw the blood stains on Cheman's body that their faces changed and they cursed loudly. Some even rushed forward to fight cheman with their lives.

  The soldiers hastily stepped forward to stop them, and even killed some of the most violent ones, so as to nip this captive riot in the bud.

  At this time, Samwell just walked into the camp surrounded by soldiers.

  The group of savage captives also gradually calmed down, and turned their attention to the reach noble who was about to decide their fate.

  Samwell first glanced at Cheman from a distance, and then with a warm smile on his face, he said in a loud voice under the expectant or fearful eyes of the wildling captives: "Anyone who is willing to surrender, I can pardon your capital crimes."

" !"

  The captives were quiet for a while ,   and then cheers erupted:   " Thank you   , my lord!" .   

Under the light of the orange fire, the young reach nobleman seemed to exude a divine radiance.   

But Cheman could only stand alone in a dark and cold corner, exuding an aura that people despise .   

Cheeman let out a laugh, shook his head, then clasped his right hand on his chest, and said loudly,   "All hail, lord Caesar!"   

" Caesar!"   "Caesar!" " Caesar!"   "Caesar   !" !"   ...   

The cheers became louder and louder, sweeping across the forest like a gust of wind.   

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