Chapter 4 Small Cave.avi

  Is Mo Yan dissatisfied with the results of No. 1's actions? No, in fact, Mo Yan is very satisfied. Given his evaluation of this group of goblins with combat power of only five, it would be good if they could bring back a few alive when capturing people, and if they could capture someone, it would be a miracle! So, why did Mo Yan still want to punish No. 1? Fear, Mo Yan hoped that these goblins would remain fearful.

  Fear is not born in a day, it is accumulated from daily life, otherwise temporary severity cannot produce fear. Now the entire cave has only Mo Yan as the top of power, he is implementing a dictatorship, there are no other powerful demons to disperse his power. Fear is precisely the best means of his rule. (BY Montesquieu)

  He only needs to keep the goblins in awe, and his authority will not be challenged. When other powerful demons appear, the goblins will not betray him instantly, as long as they think of Mo Yan's punishment for betrayal. Of course, this is just what Mo Yan thinks, whether things will really develop as he thinks remains to be verified by time.

  "How did you catch him?" Mo Yan sat back on the stone he had been sitting on for an afternoon, staring at Number One who was bandaging his wound with a dirty cloth strip: "Don't tell me it was you guys who knocked him out."

  "It was being knocked unconscious by a tree branch." Number One said with a flattering expression: "The lightning struck and broke the tree branch..." As Number One spoke intermittently, Mo Yan roughly understood how this robust warrior had been captured. The warrior, entwined by the earth spirit, in order to reduce the area of combat contact, had no choice but to retreat to the side of a large tree, with his back against the tree to prevent being ambushed from behind, and this tactic had taken effect.

  Many goblins were killed on the front, and they began to be timid and dared not to move forward. They could only surround this warrior and barely manage not to let him escape. Just at this time, a lightning in the sky struck the big tree behind the warrior, and the falling branches hit the warrior's head, knocking him unconscious.

  "What about his weapon?" After listening to No. 1's account, Mo Yan couldn't help but doubt the profession of the warrior in front of him, was he a gunman?

  "This is his axe." Number One beckoned to the earth spirit group, and three earth spirits dragged a battle-axe in front of Mo Yan. Mo Yan picked up the battle-axe with one hand, weighing it, and it wasn't as heavy as he had imagined.

  "This can only be considered as a white equipment?" Mo Yan tried the edge of the battle axe with his hand, and it wasn't particularly sharp, just an ordinary battle axe, nothing special about it. In fact, because he had chopped many earthworms with it, it was somewhat damaged. However, at least it was much better than the large wooden pillar he used before, after all, this axe still had a blade, didn't it?

  Put down the axe in his hand, Mo Yan began to carefully examine the unconscious warrior in front of him. The warrior's body did not have any armor, it was unknown whether he originally didn't have any or if it had already been removed by the goblin. The warrior's height wasn't very tall, only about two heads taller than the goblin, and standing up would probably only reach Mo Yan's chest.

  His golden hair was styled in a bizarre fashion, with the middle locks being long and braided, while the sides were shaved into a bowl cut. The warrior's cheekbones were high, making his face appear somewhat elongated. Scars all over his face, as well as on his body and exposed through his tattered clothing, indicated that he was a battle-hardened fighter. His attire and adornments resembled those of the village guards near the cave, suggesting that this person was either from that village or at least from the same ethnicity.

  "Ugh..." The warrior let out a groan, slowly opening his eyes as he came to from his daze.

  "You're awake." Mo Yan said excitedly to the warrior in front of him. This was his first contact with humans here, and how he would interact with humans outside the forest from now on depended on this conversation.

  "Minotaur!" A loud shout came from the warrior's mouth, startling a group of goblins and making Mo Yan's ears ache.

  "Stop touching." Mo Yan looked at the warriors who were feeling their weapons everywhere and shook his battle-axe, saying: "Your weapon is here with me."

  When the warrior heard Mo Yan's words, he widened his eyes and stared at Mo Yan's cow face, with an expression as if he had seen God pressing a dog. And Mo Yan looked at the warrior with great interest, waiting to see what he would say next.

  "If I weren't dead...I'd be crazy." The warrior muttered to himself: "Minotaurs can't speak human language...haha...I must be dreaming."

  "Minotaur... speaks strangely." Mo Yan raised an eyebrow with a puzzled expression and said: "If that's really the case, then it's probably the effect of Golden Finger. I thought I didn't get that thing all along."

  "It's all a dream, it's all a dream..." The warrior closed his eyes tightly and muttered softly.

  "It's not a dream." Mo Yan snatched a dagger from the hand of an earth spirit and forcefully stabbed it into the warrior's thigh. Looking at the warrior who was rolling around in agony, clutching his leg and screaming, he shrugged and said: "See, I told you it wasn't a dream. It wouldn't hurt this much in a dream."

  "Kill if you must!" The warrior waited for Mo Yan, his eyes full of bloodshot yelling: "Sarte warriors never fear death!"

  "That won't do." Mo Yan shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice: "Although I'd like to do that, you're now the guarantee of safety for this cave. As long as you don't die, I can use you to threaten those who come to rescue you. And just now, I was doing it for your own good too - hurting your leg was just to make you face reality sooner, nothing more."

  The warrior was panting heavily due to the pain, his angry eyes had even more bloodshot, staring at Mo Yan as if he wanted to devour him.

  "Now that you're awake, we can talk about some things I'm interested in." Mo Yan made an effort to make his smile look less evil as he said: "For example, your name?"

  "Devil! You'll get nothing from me!" The warrior spat a wad of phlegm, plastering Mo Yan's face.

  "Not even my father has ever spat at me!" A surge of anger rose from Mo Yan's chest, his loud roar causing the entire cave to shake. Enraged, Mo Yan grabbed the hilt of the knife stuck in the warrior's leg and stirred it violently, saying: "Foolish human! Don't make me torture you!"

  "Head......" A nearby earth spirit said timidly: "You... have been... tortured." And then, this earth spirit was no more. Anyone who dared to mock Mo Yan would only become food for other earth spirits. It had always been Mo Yan mocking others, and absolutely no one could mock Mo Yan!

  "Speak up, what's your name." After being tormented for a while, this fearless and speechless warrior, Moyan began to continue questioning.

  "I'm calling you father." The pale warrior's face was covered in cold sweat, the immense pain making him somewhat weak, but even so, the determination in his eyes remained unchanged.

  "Haha……" Mo Yan looked at the warrior and was stunned for a moment before bursting into loud laughter, the surrounding earth spirits didn't understand why but also started to laugh along with Mo Yan.

  "What are you laughing at." The warrior's tone was somewhat low and hoarse, his vocal cords had been strained from shouting just now.

  "Just now still boasting of the Salt Warrior, fearless. Mo Yan wiped away tears of laughter and said: "Now even afraid to tell others their own name, really laugh to death."

  "Aruba, I am Aruba. Remember this name." The warrior said in a low, stern voice: "This will be the name that ends your evil life!"

  "Ugh... another dim-witted guy. As expected, warriors are all brawn and no brains." Mo Yan thought disdainfully as he looked at the warrior who was full of righteous indignation and thought he had shown great presence: "He came out just from a little provocation, really not impressive at all."

  "What's wrong? Are you too afraid to speak up now?" Aruba sneered at Mo Yan, who didn't respond: "The courage of a bull-headed person, when did it become as small as that of an earth spirit?"

  "Damn it." Mo Yan heard Aruba's words and kicked him flying out, shouting: "Will I, Mo Yan, be afraid? I'm afraid of you, a hammer!"

  After finishing speaking, Mo Yan regretted it. Just now he was still mocking others for being brainless, the next moment he exposed his own name, this is really a painful thing to do. Fortunately, no one knew what Mo Yan had just thought, otherwise Mo Yan would have been so angry that he would have destroyed all the things in the scene that could hear sounds.

  "Whatever," Aruba's face showed a mixture of disdain and condescension, as if looking down on Mo Yan's intelligence. The same expression also appeared on Mo Yan's face.

  "Alright." Mo Yan said with a bit of a rogue tone: "Fighting wits and bravery, I'm really not very good at it. Anyway, you're in my hands now, just play the role you need to play later, why bother arguing with you? Number One, take a few earth spirits and drag him to the deepest part of the cave, bandage his wounds well. Don't eat him! If you dare to eat him, I'll flay your skin."

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