Chapter 265: Mockery, Humanoid

Xia Nan didn't deliberately hide his figure.

He just changed to a position that could observe everyone inside more conveniently through that broken wooden door after noticing the situation on the field.

And because of this, the captain of the Blood Blade squad, "Marcus," was able to catch a glimpse of that sharp figure with two swords on his back in the crowd.

A gaze with some apprehension, meeting the pitch-black eyes that were like deep pools in the dense forest.

Touched and separated.

"Gorge, I told you to stop, are you deaf!?"

Turning around abruptly, Marcus scolded the Half-Orc Gorge, who was still eager to move toward the girl in the dark compartment, in an unusually stern tone.

Not knowing what happened, but the captain's such abnormal behavior, under the effect of the prestige accumulated by cruel means in the past, made the Half-Orc Gorge, who was almost swallowed by desire, recover some sanity.

"Boss, but..."

The pale green, burly, and sturdy body stiffened awkwardly in place, and a confused and irritable gurgling sound came from his throat.

"I said, stop."

Marcus's voice was lowered, but it carried a coercion that could not be questioned when it reached Gorge's ears.

Roar—

The low roar was filled with thick unwillingness, the obedience to the squad captain derived from violence and survival instinct, the Half-Orc's chest heaved violently, his breathing was like a bellows, and he glared fiercely at the girl who was almost scared unconscious in front.

Only then did he turn his footsteps, rushing toward the cupboard, replacing reproduction with eating, filling the desire in his heart.

Stepping forward, with two scimitars hanging at his waist, Marcus kicked the mountain dwarf "Shifu," who was equally stunned, to the side, and grabbed the girl's collar, dragging her directly out of the dark compartment.

In front of everyone, he walked straight to the Village Chief Kelapamu and threw the trembling girl directly toward the other party.

"You, Kelapamu, right?" The hideous scar on his face was reflected by the torchlight of the villagers around, like a twisted living thing, Marcus rested his right hand on the hilt, his tone flat but one could feel a certain surging violence deliberately suppressed within it.

The villain stood in front, the old man's body trembled, supporting his body that was almost soft, and moved forward a few steps tremblingly.

"Lo... lord..."

"Listen, old thing, we are not here to slaughter the village."

The statement-like words were spat out from Marcus's mouth, his tone was cold, he didn't even look at the so-called "Village Chief" in front of him, but swept across the crowd again quickly, scanning that sharp pitch-black figure.

"We are just passing by, need a place to stay, and replenish some things by the way."

He twisted his head uncomfortably, seemingly uncomfortable with this attitude toward the ordinary people in front of him.

At the same time, he stretched out two fingers and gestured in front of Kelapamu:

"A place to stay overnight, and some supplies, enough for us to eat and drink."

"Also, tomorrow at dawn, we leave. Watch these mud-legged people in your village, be quiet, don't cause trouble."

Hearing this, Kelapamu looked up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

The sudden change in the situation made this elderly Village Chief almost think he had misheard, subconsciously looking at the fierce face of the man in front of him reflected in the firelight, trying to find a trace of mockery and joking above it.

But only found a trace of unusual vigilance and apprehension, and even the muscles between his arms tightened, ready to exert force at any time.

Kelapamu's heart jumped suddenly, as if he thought of something, the spark of hope in his heart rose quietly.

"Yes, lord, I will definitely restrain them, absolutely not come over to disturb you."

He promised loudly immediately.

Regarding this, Marcus just waved his hand quite impatiently, his tone was the "magnanimity" of alms:

"Prepare everything before dawn, meat, bread, and clean water! Don't play tricks!"

After speaking, he turned around abruptly, strode back to the wooden chair placed in the living room of the house, and sat down heavily, as if one more second of conversation made him feel uncomfortable.

Staring straight at the fierce figure disappearing behind the door frame, Kelapamu's originally straight back shrank abruptly, his already tired face looked even older, and his sweat had already soaked the clothes behind him.

"Tom, how is Yabo?"

He asked with concern about the injury of the male owner who was slapped out of the wooden house by the Half-Orc.

After getting the answer that it was nothing serious, just a short fainting, he let out a sigh of relief.

Recruited Mike from the crowd.

"I still have some cured meat in my house, you come and take it later, then go to the village warehouse to take some dry food, transport it with an ox cart, and I will send it to them."

Seeing the other party nod, he turned to the woman who was frightened and unsettled under the comfort of the farm women in the village, and the girl who was crying with a pale face.

"Yabo's two, I remember there is still an empty house on the east side of the village, settle them down to live there."

"Remember what that adventurer lord just said, don't approach here."

"Anything else tomorrow, everyone disperse."

Witnessing the whole process, seeing Kelapamu arrange everything properly, the villagers who were attracted by the movement here, for the sake of their own lives, naturally didn't dare to stay any longer.

Helping Tom and the others, carrying the injured Yabo who had lost consciousness, intending to send him back to his house for treatment.

Kelapamu turned his head left and right, wanting to find that young figure who seemed not to have come forward, but actually probably changed the fierce adventurer's mind, and represent the village, represent Yabo's family to express gratitude to the other party in person.

What entered his eyes, however, was only a silent darkness.

Helplessly giving up, he could only wait until dawn to bring Yabo's family to visit and thank him in person.

"Tap, tap, tap."

In the silent room, the subtle sound of fingertips tapping on the hilt, at a rapid frequency like a heartbeat, echoed leisurely in the air.

Marcus sat on the chair with his eyes closed, even if there were no other obvious movements, one could still feel the irrepressible irritability on him.

The Half-Orc Gorge was like a beast forced to be tied with a rope, pacing anxiously in the room, looking at the captain on the side from time to time, the heavy breathing sound appeared particularly harsh.

The mountain dwarf Shifu huddled in a corner, seemingly taking stock of the wealth he had searched in the house, but a pair of greedy eyes flickering with fine light secretly sized up the two people in front.

The tall and graceful ranger crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the window without speaking.

This eerie silence didn't last long.

Gorge finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Accompanied by a suppressed throat sound like a beast, he stepped forward two steps abruptly, the heavy footsteps seeming to be able to step the floor to crack.

The huge shadow instantly shrouded Marcus sitting on the wooden chair, but due to his prestige in the team, the Half-Orc didn't dare to get too close, but stopped at a position three steps in front of him.

The saliva on the surface of the fangs refracted sticky light under the firelight of the fireplace, and the foul-smelling breath mixed with thick stench sprayed onto the fierce man's face:

"Boss!" The Half-Orc's voice exploded in the room like a muffled thunder, "Why! Why not let Gorge touch that human little girl!?"

The thick hand filled with calluses gripped in the air, as if crushing something, the veins on the back of the hand bulged.

"Gorge's fist is big! They are Gorge's! Whoever dares to grab, Gorge will knock him into meat sauce!"

He became more excited as he spoke, spit falling like rain, the thick iron-inlaid wooden stick was subconsciously gripped tightly, making a stagnant sound. ===== CHAPTER 266 =====