Working Prophet

Chapter 684 Assyria in trouble

The strong bloody smell permeating in Baihe City aroused the killing desire in Sharjah's heart.

Although the battle is now over, Sharjah doesn't feel satisfied, but has a sense of emptiness that is still unfinished.

He wants more enemies, especially powerful enemies, because only fighting against the strong can have a tempering effect, and after defeating the strong, you can also gain a lot of reputation.

Let the prestige of him and the Yi tribe spread throughout this continent, making all enemies fearful, so that the subsequent journey of conquest will become smoother.

However, Solomon didn't think so. Sharjah felt that he was not like a general, but like a calculating businessman, paying attention to those boring numbers all the time.

Every time before a battle, we weigh repeatedly, and after the battle, we will count the number of casualties of our own side in the first time, and we are careful in everything we do.

The Keyi people were supposed to be brave, invincible and fearless.

Sharjah couldn't stand Solomon's behavior, especially when he learned that the latter planned to stop using the army after this war and instead rely on allies and recruited indigenous lords to fight for them, Sharjah came up with the idea. The idea of ​​acting alone.

As a fighter, he couldn't bear a day without fighting.

Therefore, after the Battle of White River City, he called a few confidants and friends. These people were all people who were relatively close to Sharjah on weekdays, as well as friends from the same tribe as him, who had been playing together since childhood.

They were all young people with similar temperaments, so they all agreed with Sharjah's plan.

And since you want to fight the strong, you must fight the strongest one.

Moen is a famous warrior even among the Wing Tribe people, and anyone who can defeat him will definitely not be weak. In addition, Ilea is also the champion of the tournament.

If she could be killed, not only would it be possible to avenge the dead compatriots, but it would also make Sharjah's name resound across the entire continent, and even the Wing Clan would respect him even more.

When he thought of this, Sharjah could no longer hold back the impulse in his heart.

However, after a group of people flew a certain distance to the west, they realized an embarrassing thing, that is, they did not know where Green Field was.

I only have a vague impression of the Western Territory. It is probably a place farther west, but no one can say clearly how far west it is. What's more terrible is that none of them can speak the common language of the mainland.

Although food and shelter can be robbed, it is impossible not to completely communicate with the indigenous people along the way.

Therefore, Sha Jia and others gathered together and turned back to Lion Heart Castle, dragging Ashur with them.

Yasu was the first group of Wing tribesmen to come to the continent of Bratis, and they have been lurking here for eight years.

He knows the customs and customs of the continent of Bratis very well. Although he mainly operates in the east, he has also been to the west. The most important thing is that he can speak the common language of the continent. Having Yasu is equivalent to having a guide and translator. .

It's just that Yasu himself doesn't want to go to the Western Region with Sharja and others to seek revenge against Ilea.

The order Solomon left for him before leaving was for him and another Yi tribesman who understood the common language of the mainland, together with the former imperial intelligence chief Yiwang, to visit the nobles in the city and persuade them to surrender and become the city's new leader. master effect.

Leaving now would be tantamount to disobeying Solomon's order, but the problem was that Assyria did not dare to offend Sharjah.

Sharjah was born in the Golden Eagle Tribe, a famous warrior of the Golden Eagle Tribe, the son of Zebulun, and Zebulun was the leader of the Wing Tribe. As for Assu, he was just an ordinary member of the Red-breasted Tribe.

The most important thing is that the coach Solomon has not returned from White River City with the army, so Asu can only act as a guide for Sharjah and his party.

They left Lionheart Castle and flew west again. Three days later, they ran out of dry food they brought with them.

Yasu proposed to find a small village, quietly kill a few families, and plunder their stored grain to replenish consumption, but he was quickly rejected.

The speaker was Sharjah's childhood playmate, a wing tribesman named Balan. He was also from the Golden Eagle Tribe and had the same yellow-brown wings on his back as Sharjah.

"What good food can those farmers get? And we are the conquerors of this continent. Why should we act secretly if we are not thieves?"

Balan's words immediately received approval from many people, and someone also teased Yasu, "That's right, maybe people from the Red-breasted Tribe like to be thieves, but we don't."

Yasu tried hard to explain, "I'm not going to be a thief, I'm just trying to avoid unnecessary trouble..."

"We are not afraid of trouble, because we ourselves are the biggest trouble." Balan's words caused everyone to laugh again.

Some people flapped their wings behind them vigorously.

"We want to eat meat. I heard that there is a kind of food here called barbecue pie, which is quite delicious."

"There is still wine." Another person answered.

"That's right, then you can only go to the town."

"Is there any town near here?" Sharjah asked Asyria.

Yasu smiled bitterly in his heart, but on the surface he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction and remained respectful, "Yes, keep flying forward, we will soon reach Hound Town."

"Then we'll have dinner there tonight." Sharjah decided.

The winged warriors cheered.

Seeing the high morale of the team, Sharjah is also very satisfied.

Yasu was a little dumbfounded, "We are still at war with the Red Lion Empire, and we just killed their emperor. The people here are very hostile to us, and our... appearance is very obvious."

"Wouldn't it be enough to wear a larger cloak to look like a hunchback?" Balan said unconcernedly, "I heard that you lurking Wing Tribe people did this before."

"But at that time we all acted alone, but now there are sixteen people, how can there be sixteen hunchbacks, and they just got together." Yasu said.

"It's really troublesome," the white-backed warrior named Caleb muttered, "There should be quite a few taverns in that town, so we can split up."

"No need." Sharja said, "Everyone is still together. It's more lively this way. After entering, the door is blocked and no one is allowed to go out. If anyone dares to question our identity, we will kill everyone inside."

"Except for the cook," Balaam added.

"There are also good-looking women."

Mentioning the woman Sharjah's face, he couldn't help but darken. He thought of Heloise, the most beautiful woman in the continent. Someone found her dead in the maple forest outside Lionheart Castle, and she seemed to have committed suicide by taking poison.

The woman would rather die than be with him, which made Sharjah feel a little uncomfortable.

Balaam had played with Sharjah the longest, and he saw that he was unhappy at the moment, so he came to his side and said proactively.

"Relax tonight. In the previous few battles, you were very brave. If your father knew about it, he would be proud of you."

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