Chapter 22: newborn

  Chapter 22 Freshmen

   "Really smart people don't make deals with you."

  After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head. He just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Only fools will be slaves under your control."

"madness."

The shaman was not angry about this. He shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be that smart: "Your uncle sold you to me a long time ago. You are my slaves and my property. .”

  In this regard, Ian, who sensed a slight sound behind him and knew that Hilliard had started to act, commented briefly: "Stupid."

  The shaman snorted. No matter how bad his imperial language was, he could understand curse words, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guards to catch the kid.

  He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his complexion suddenly changed.

"Blood?!"

  The shaman looked around and said with fear in his voice, "Where did the blood come from?"

   While the shaman was in doubt, Ian picked up the pitchfork and poked down the brazier piled up not far away.

  When the charcoal covered with ashes meets the air, it immediately emits a red fire, and sparks fly away.

  Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, together with the flammable linen and clothes piled aside were immediately ignited. The blazing fire instantly illuminated the hall and illuminated the astonished face of the shaman and Ian's expressionless face.

  —The wood in the old house was already dry, and he deliberately spread all the algae oil in the house on key places.

   This was originally intended to be used by Ian to burn Ossina to death when he was in desperate situation, but his uncle was too useless to use it at all.

  Now, it is cheaper to see the native shaman in front of him.

  The dry rotten firewood and grass velvet that had been prepared long ago made this old house scorching hot, and the horrific heat wave and bright light dazzled the shaman's eyes in an instant.

  Sequoia people are good at nocturnal action, and they can see clearly even in the dark night without moonlight, but in contrast, they cannot see bright sunlight and over-exuberant flames.

   "Crazy, you must go!"

  There was only this one thought in his mind, his eyes were so dazzled that he could not see clearly ahead, the shaman clenched the cane in his hand, and swung it forward indiscriminately, driving away possible attacks.

  —Who would have thought that someone would be ready to burn their home to the ground?

  In this situation, no matter what Ian's final result is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of the surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really won't be able to leave!

The shaman couldn't see clearly what was going on in the room, and Ian shouldn't have been able to either, but he didn't need to see at all—the boy closed his eyes tightly at the moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin eyelids when he activated his psychic powers, he could directly Through those flames, I could see the direction of the thick white mist.

   Without the slightest hesitation, Ian took a step forward, using the force-exerting technique that Hilliard taught him to dig a hole before, exerting force on his waist, sending his hands forward, and stabbing out the pitchfork in his hand.

  Boom! There was a dull collision sound, and even if he was dazzled by the flames for a moment, the shaman still couldn't resist a straight thrust, and the cane got stuck in the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.

  But he still couldn't help but be astonished in his heart: "How could it be? This is not the power that ordinary children should have at all!"

Without time to think about it, the shaman wanted to back off, but the sole of his right foot hurt suddenly—the injury from stepping on Ian's trap earlier made him unable to stand still. Aside, but also took the pitchfork.

   "Do you want to fight melee?"

  At this moment, although the shaman was vigilant, he didn't really panic. He was still an adult after all, how could he not be able to beat an eight-year-old child? It's not a surprise attack without a weapon, if you're prepared...

Snapped.

  A bag of sleep powder hit the shaman in the face.

  The elegant fragrance diffuses in the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long-lasting.

  To tell the truth, it is indeed invincible to sprinkle lime on the face. If the lime is still poisonous, it is even more unparalleled.

After that, the shaman really wanted to continue to resist. Having undergone shaman ritual training, his resistance to sleep powder was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people like Oxenna. It seems that it is completely unaffected by the fire, and does not affect any actions at all.

   After throwing the sleeping powder, Ian flew straight up and knocked the shaman to the ground.

  He stretched out his hand and firmly strangled the opponent's neck.

   "Hmm...how...possible?!"

  Sleeping powder, high temperature and lack of oxygen, the young shaman's eyeballs bulged and his face turned red.

  In the blazing firelight, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened, shining with a light blue water halo.

  Like a light-colored water mist, it surged and swayed around the boy's pupils.

  —Yes, psionics? !

Consciousness gradually disappeared, he struggled frantically, and tried his best to beat, grab, and shake Ian's arm, but no matter how hard he waved, Ian always endured it silently, but the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger. Painful feedback.

   "It's just a sacrifice whose life was bought long ago..."

  Before completely losing consciousness, the feather ring shaman screamed out the last words in hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lung cavity.

soon.

  Like his partner Oxenar, the hapless shaman fell into an eternal sleep from which he would never wake up.

   "Hoo..."

   And Ian let go of his hand, the flames were about to reach his feet, the hot flames were licking the corners of his clothes, and sparks flew, burning more holes into the trouser legs that already had many holes.

  Ian stared at the third person he killed today. He let out a weary breath, shook his head, and said calmly to himself: "You are just a sacrifice of the tribe and the totem."

   "The sacrifice still wants to sacrifice the sacrifice, it is really sad and ridiculous."

   Then, he turned sideways, and hugged Elan, who had suddenly turned white from the mist and was no longer bright red.

  Ian strode towards the door corridor where the flames had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard waiting in the doorway.

  The old knight nodded with a smile on his face, as if to praise his student's performance.

   After Ian also smiled back, he turned his head amidst the sound of the flames burning.

  Under the starless night sky, the crimson light seemed to be a spark on this bleak continent.

   He stared at the blazing fire behind him, subconsciously hugged Elan who was still sleeping in his arms, and the boy could already hear the exclamations of the neighbors around him.

  He turned sideways, looking in Hilliard's direction.

  The face and hair color of the other party have changed to that of Oceana.

  Ian also laughed.

"ended."

  He said: "It is also a new beginning."

  —everything that was old was burned.

  So the boy stepped up, toward Hilliard, the moonlit street.

  —It's time to step into the new life.

   The prologue is over, and the next chapter is the plot of the new chapter, please read and vote~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)