You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 177 Confrontation

Garnside listened to the words of the translator that the tribal warrior found in Tarek, and didn't think there was any problem.

Sandfolk never believe lies.

It is not without reason that Father Sand and Mother Wind are able to receive wholehearted service from tribes of all sizes in the Pustonian Desert.

Their power is unparalleled, and the gifts given to believers are also first-rate and powerful.

In comparison, the power of the wild gods that once filled the entire southern Pustonian Desert was much inferior.

In the end, they naturally took their remaining strength and retreated to the cold night forest in the south.

The strong survive and the weak retreat, it's that simple.

Of course, Garnside also understood how the words of the translator who had taken refuge in their sand people would arouse their anger if they fell into the ears of the enemies in the temple.

The truth is so harsh.

It would be better to say that Garnside had some intention of angering the believers of the alien gods in the temple.

If possible, he certainly didn't want to lead his tribe to attack this place that was obviously protected by the power of a certain god.

The ideal situation is for the people inside to surrender directly and exit.

If that doesn't work, forcing them to come out to fight is also a good option.

Now it seems that the plan has worked!

The tall sand people leader's eyes quickly located on the face of the "thing" that rushed out.

It was a pale face that was clearly not Siverian.

Even the lips were extremely pale.

Scarlet eyeballs, malicious fangs, twisted body

Everything is so abnormal!

Garnside had seen a lot of things in the market, but he was also frightened by this monster that suddenly appeared.

The plan succeeded, and the joy brought by the enemy giving up defense and taking the initiative to fight was fleeting.

Why did something strange appear in this temple?

With a frown, Garnside instinctively pulled out his short sword from his waist in the blink of an eye.

He felt an unprecedented threat from this incoming monster!

In front of him, two sand warriors who were responsible for keeping an eye on the translator Ted had also drawn out their short daggers.

A deep stream of light flashed past, and the sand blade blessed by the gods took shape instantly.

In just a few seconds, the sand people facing the enemy were ready to fight.

This is the fighting quality of the sand people, one of the final winners of the thousand-year poison battle in the Pustonian desert!

However, Ma Li's speed is even faster!

The beating sound of blood vessels penetrated her heart like a war drum, and her whole body was immersed in some indescribable complex intertwining of pain and joy.

For a body that could break through the fine bronze level, she showed speed and reactions that were completely beyond the limit.

call out--

As her body flashed, the once weak and mediocre female priest was like a devastating arrow. At the same moment when the sand blades in the hands of the two sand people guards took shape, she sprinted in front of them.

call out--

Another shocking sound of breaking wind sounded.

I saw Ma Li's right hand turned into a claw shape, and struck straight towards Treed's face with a thunderous force!

The thousands of pinprick-like pains caused by the over-limited power seem to have gradually overwhelmed the physiological pleasure brought by evolution.

But Ma Li seemed unaware.

All she showed was blood.

The blood is almost overflowing from the scarlet eyes!

Die!

Blasphemer!

Ted really panicked.

It's not that he hasn't thought about the scenario where the sand people would be liquidated if they failed in the end.

But after all, it was just a "worst case scenario" that appeared in my mind for a moment.

The Sand People are so powerful that the possibility of this "worst case scenario" happening is extremely slim. In Traed's opinion, the more likely scenario is that he was the first Tarek to seek refuge with the Sand People, and was entrusted with important tasks by the Sand People, and was also given gold and silver treasures and various beauties.

After all, there are not many sand people in total. Even if they want to loot the entire "Talek", they don't have the manpower.

Naturally, locals like Treed who join the sand people will have plenty of opportunities to get generous rewards or even take the initiative to search and fish in troubled waters.

It’s just that God’s calculation is not as good as man’s calculation!

Why are you risking your life before you can get the benefits?

Everything happened so fast that Ted's face showed a look of tears. Before his body even had time to make any movement, Ma Li's attack had already arrived!

Looking at the rapidly enlarging pale palms in his field of vision, Ted's brain was spinning wildly, but his body seemed to be filled with lead and could not move at all.

What could be more despairing than watching death come?

A mistake, a mistake, a mistake, a mistake!

Ted's pupils opened to their maximum, and he was filled with fear:

Your gift of black clothes hides a monster with such fierce movements. If you don't take it out to deal with the sand people earlier, why don't you just use it on a little person like me?

If I had known this, I would not have said anything to irritate them before.

clang--

Suddenly, there was a crisp clashing sound.

Wakes up Ted.

and many more!

I'm not dead yet? !

The Sandman translator opened his eyes in disbelief.

Only then did he realize that what was waiting for him was not the final claw strike, but two sand warriors standing in front of him.

Ted looked happy.

He didn't expect that the sand people would help him block this attack that was clearly aimed at him.

He didn't even expect that the monster that rushed out of the Black Ceremony Temple's seemingly shocking attack would be blocked like that!

With the tall and powerful Sand People in front of him, Ted felt extremely at ease.

"What, that's all?"

He said this to himself to relieve the tense atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the Sand People came with a cold response:

"Shut up!"

Ted was shocked when he heard this and subconsciously closed his mouth.

But in his heart, he still couldn't help but secretly curse:

The enemy's surprise troops failed to have any actual effect. The current situation should be completely dominated by our side.

Why is the leader of the Sand People so serious and nervous?

Ted's doubts did not last long;

thump—

thump—

Two sounds of falling to the ground were heard one after another.

The barrier that originally blocked Ted's front completely disappeared.

puff-

Fountains of blood gushed from the horrific wounds in the abdomens of the two Sand Folk corpses.

The spray sprayed onto the skin of the pale humanoid monster, adding a bit of terror to it.

The adults of the sand people couldn't stop it!

The confused Ted's eyes met the monster for the second time.

My mind is trembling!

He clearly saw the blood on the monster's face gathering like streams.

Finally, it miraculously flowed back into those blood pupils!

No, something is weird!

This time, Traed finally succeeded in moving.

just.

It's too late.

(End of this chapter)