Chapter 8: Don't play tricks on me, I'm very strong.

  Fifty Salt warriors were locked in a cage made of cages, without armor, weapons or food, and still getting rained on. The last few sentences are easy to understand, but the meaning of the first sentence is that Mo Yan did not expect so many people to come, so he only prepared cages for twenty-odd people. Fortunately, Mo Yan surrounded these square cages with a circle, then fixed them together, so they could barely hold fifty people.

  Looking at Mo Yan's thorough preparation, from digging pits to giant stones, even the cages were ready. Aruba couldn't help but wonder if Mo Yan really wanted peace. In response, Mo Yan explained that it was all about being prepared for anything. He then brought out a large amount of roasted meat and some fruit wine he had found in the forest, to prove that he originally intended to have a party or something.

  "You let the others go back, but left fifty people behind?" Aruba sat in the warm cave lit by a bonfire, somewhat worried about the Sault warriors who were getting rained on. Although these men were among the strongest from three villages, prolonged exposure to rain would still make them sick, even with their rain gear on.

  "You can't expect me to put them all back." Mo Yan said with some anger: "A group of people come to your territory, without saying a word they want to take your life. And I actually let go of so many people, I'm starting to wonder if I'm a saint or not."

  "If you didn't have too many cages, would you let others leave with just a few daggers?" Emily, who was also sitting around the fire, mercilessly exposed Mo Yan's lie: "And even if you really did capture them, you don't have enough manpower to guard them. Just relying on those goblins from outside, three hundred Salter warriors, even if they were unarmed, could tear them apart!"

  "Now you've detained fifty people, not only has the risk of rioting been reduced to a minimum." Emily continued to analyze: "But also made those who returned dare not act rashly, after all, this is fifty lives!"

  "Wow..." Mo Yan widened his eyes, looking at Aruba with an expression of utter disbelief, and said: "You never told me you had such a clever sister! Almost all the guesses were correct! For the sake of this clever sister, let's have a drink!"

  "She was very clever since she was a child." Aruba shrugged and clinked his horn cup with Mo Yan, saying: "Generally speaking, things at home are decided by Emily, I only know how to fight. By the way, the cup you're using now is from my house."

  "Oh, really?" Mo Yan said, looking at the exquisite carvings on the horn cup in his hand: "Your family really has taste, what style is this?"

  "That's typical Ursa style..." Aruba smiled and explained to Mo Yan.

  "I really can't believe the person in front of me is my brother!" Emily loudly interrupted Aruba's words, furiously shouting: "What's wrong with you! You're actually discussing art with that Minotaur, someone you hate the most! And that cup, isn't it something that went missing from our house a while back? That's ours! Aren't you angry at all? You're such a muscle-brained idiot!"

  "Emily!" Aruba pointed at Emily and shouted: "I am your brother! You should respect me! And Moyan only went to the village to steal because he lacked the necessary living supplies... Oh, sorry Moyan, it should be 'take'. He was forced to go to the village to take some necessities! Not a single cent of money in the village was lost."

  "He's a Minotaur! Brother!" Emily and Aruba were loudly arguing against each other: "He's a monster! Do you still remember that Minotaur who pushed you off the cliff? They're the same, bloodthirsty and brutal, they kill humans and destroy fields. How many families in the village have died at the hands of these damned, disgusting monsters."

  "Stop it." Looking at the quarreling siblings, Mo Yan thought it was necessary to end this argument: "Emily, you don't have to divert my attention. I see a self-proclaimed clever guy in the cage, secretly cutting the rope of the cage with his hidden small knife."

  When Emily heard what Mo Yan said, she shut her mouth and stopped arguing with Aruba, or rather, she never had any intention of arguing in the first place. Since Mo Yan had already discovered the would-be escapee, and the small knife in the hands of that self-proclaimed stealthy guy had also been confiscated by the earth spirit, there was no need to continue pretending to argue.

  "You mean... Emily just quarreled with me loudly." Aruba looked at the silent, fire-roasting Emily and said somewhat dazedly: "Is it because she wanted to divert your attention, so that the cage man could destroy the rope of the binding cage?"

  "Occasionally." Mo Yan shook his head somewhat helplessly, took a sip of fruit wine and said: "I now agree with Emily's words to some extent, you indeed have more muscles than before."

  "What? What does that mean." Aruba asked in confusion, this expression made him look even more foolish.

  "Ah..." A burst of uncontrollable laughter escaped from Emily's mouth, but as if remembering Mo Yan's identity, she quickly retracted her smile and put on a poker face.

  "It's good to laugh a lot." Mo Yan looked at the person who was trying to hold back their laughter and said with a smile: "This way, the hole won't seem too evil, although I am very bad, no doubt about it."

  "Although I don't want to admit it." Emily said, looking at Mo Yan who was drinking fruit wine in big gulps: "But you are indeed a very special Minotaur. Losing to your hands, I have nothing to say."

  "Actually, I'm really curious, how did you do it back then?" Aruba brought up a question he had been holding in for a long time and said: "I've never seen a Minotaur move so fast, or rather... I didn't even see how you knocked down Luke, in my impression, Minotaurs are supposed to be clumsy."

  "Just as I told Emily, I'm a special Minotaur." Having drunk quite a bit of wine, Mo Yan's eyes had turned very red, although he didn't seem drunk. Playing with the wine cup in his hand, he said: "The first time I discovered it was when I was fighting with a werewolf and found out that my strength was much greater than I thought."

  Facing that werewolf, at first I thought he was fast, but when he was about to attack me, I felt like time had slowed down. I even had time to laugh at his drooling face. Then, I smashed that face with force, and the brain splattered all over my hand.

  Later, I discovered my strength, not only was it incredibly powerful, but also extremely fast. The reason I left fifty people behind wasn't just to intimidate those who returned, warning them not to act rashly. It's also because these fifty people posed no threat to me at all.

  "So! Stop playing tricks under my nose." Mo Yan turned his head and shouted loudly at the Salter warriors locked in a cage outside the cave, guarded by the goblins: "Someone come and take away the thing that guy on the left is holding. Next time! If I find anyone else trying to escape, I'll start killing people! Do you all understand?"

  As for Mo Yan's words, the Sartre warriors chose silence, but it is clear that Mo Yan's words have had an effect, at least in the short term, and no one will try to break that not-so-robust rope.

  "Compared to strength." Emily thought for a moment and said, "I'm more curious about your strategy. From the cage you prepared, I can see that you didn't expect many people to come. So why did you dig two such big holes? And those stones, these must have been prepared in advance."

  "That's right, clever Emily." Mo Yan pointed to his own cow head with a rather proud expression, showing off his intelligence and said: "Actually, the boulder is just something I use to deal with those annoying monsters. You also know that those earth spirits are really annoying, especially when they're led by one of those self-proclaimed powerful but actually trashy monsters."

  Mo Yan handed the horn-shaped wine cup to Emily, indicating that she could also take a few sips. He continued: "Besides, to be honest, I'm not too fond of bloodshed. Although I don't dislike it either, I just don't like getting all bloody and sticky, it's really disgusting. And those guys under my command, I reckon they're no match for those trash mobs."

  So I prepared some stones to kill those numerous goblins, so that way I would only need to defeat one monster. As for using it on you, let's just say it was a coincidence."

  "Perhaps... we can really be at peace." Emily thought for a while after hearing Mo Yan's words and said: "If what you said is true, then your promise, we can indeed consider it."

  "It would have been better if it were like this earlier." Mo Yan, who seemed to be a bit drunk already, shook his somewhat dizzy head and said: "Why must I still put in so much effort, and get so many of the earth spirits killed? I was still hoping they could cut down more trees during the rainy season."

  "First of all, you have to let go of the people outside," Emily said.

  "Is it you? Would you let them go now?" Mo Yan asked back.

  "Alright... at least we should give them some shelter from the rain." After a moment of silence, Emily herself also thought it unlikely and replied: "At least we can't let them get sick."

  "Number one!" Mo Yan shouted at the earth spirit guards. One of the earth spirits ran out from among the guards, and it was indeed Number One, who had escaped during the battle, just as Mo Yan had anticipated. He had been hiding among this group of newly gathered earth spirits.

  "Go find something so our guests don't have to get rained on!" Mo Yan ordered.

  "Good head." Number One replied as usual. Mo Yan also didn't pursue the responsibility of his escape, sometimes when winning, appropriate tolerance can increase the loyalty of subordinates. ————————————————————One day two chapters are very tiring, give more recommendation tickets and collections?

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