Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 493 12 The road is narrow

15 minutes later.

Loki gently shook off the blood stained on the blood axe.

The battle broke out without any warning, and ended without any warning in the yellow sand flying in the sky. Old Hash lay on the spot shivering.

To be honest, he didn't see much.

The only scene he saw was when Loki suddenly pulled out the ax behind him and chopped the cavalry commander in front of him into two smooth pieces, including both men and horses.

No declaration of war, no conversation, not even murderous intent!

As calm as taking a leisurely stroll!

It wasn't until the salty blood spurted out to the corner of his mouth that he realized that everything that happened in front of him was true!

This lawless thug actually killed an honorably discharged veteran of the "Red Flame Army"!

But the death of the cavalry commander was only the beginning. The ax that drank the blood of the monster made a low roar. When the second ax was drawn out, the long scarlet chain on Loki's ax handle was released.

His attack range immediately expanded to 10 meters away!

The broadaxe turned in a circle and turned into a scarlet full moon. All the Arab knights covered in the blood moon were ruthlessly separated.

Some people were cut in half, and some were cut open with their legs and horses. The dozen knights on the outside of the circle were like straw cut by a sickle.

They fell down neatly.

This blow made the Arab cavalry immediately discover the difference between the killing god in front of them and the big sword cultivator. The flying swords controlled by the swordsmen were thin and sharp, nothing like the heavy ax he wielded!

Once the 30-kilogram broad-bladed ax was swung by this big man, it would be easier to chop it into pieces than to chop pork into pieces!

The thick beech wood shields in their hands could use their toughness to block flying swords, but they were completely unable to resist the heavy blood axe.

After a row of cavalry fell, silence filled the air.

At this time, the cavalry captain was dead, and the remaining knights were about to say something, but Loki didn't give them a chance to speak at all!

With a strong twist of his strong right arm, the scarlet iron chain pulled the blood ax back into his hand. When another blood moon rose, the cavalry wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

The rolling yellow sand made it difficult for Old Harsh and the caravan brothers around him to see what was happening ahead. They could only hear sporadic screams coming continuously, and only about ten minutes passed.

Loki was like a bloody man, dragging this struggling body.

That body belongs to the leader of this group of Arab trading companies. This is the boss of Crescent Trading Company, a prestigious large-scale chamber of commerce in Jerusalem.

After wrapping the iron chain around his ankle, he dragged him to Old Hash like a fat dead dog.

At this time, the frightened fat man still had a breath left.

Loki dropped the chain and stretched out his hand to break off a not-so-long straw from the yellow sand-covered sand. Turning around, he raised the fragile plant root and aimed it directly at his right eye.

"There is an ancient legend circulating in my hometown, saying that our God King Odin once sacrificed his left eye because he wanted to gain knowledge!"

"From now on, I will ask you three questions. If you answer a question incorrectly or think for too long, I will smash your eyeballs. Do you understand?!"

"Hash you bastard!"

"I am 'Omar Iliad', the president of the Arab Merchant Mutual Aid Association in the Western Continent. I order you here as an archbishop to restrain your subordinates!"

"Haha, I'm so sorry, the answer was wrong!"

He forcefully inserted the hard straw in his hand into the fat president's eye socket. The unique barbs of desert plants pierced the eyeball deeply. When it was pulled out again, a bloody eyeball had been inserted into the grass stalk.

"This fat pig-like president, I need to remind you that you only have one eyeball left, so you only have one chance to answer wrongly!"

"First question, how many carriages did you bring out in total on this trip?!"

"Four forty-five."

Rocky turned back and motioned to Abdullah Sahe, and the veteran immediately understood his intention.

It is very difficult to count the bodies in the wind and sand.

But counting immovable carriages is much easier.

As long as the number of carriages is counted, even if there are scattered survivors escaping from the river bed, they will never be able to escape from the center of this endless desert without supplies.

And if the carriage is found missing. Indentations can be easily found along wet river channels.

Driving heavy carriages to flee, the deserters will not be able to get far in a short time.

In this way, silence can be easily achieved.

Seeing that Sahe immediately understood his intention, Loki turned his head and continued to ask the second question.

"Is your attack on the Tang Dynasty's 'Hengcheng' caravan a premeditated action?"

Iliad covered his eyes hard. He had been used to being pampered all his life, but now he was still wailing loudly because of the pain.

However, when Loki held the dry grass stalk close to his left eye, the old guy immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yes! Your guess is correct, sir!"

"The news was given to me by members of the Chuanghuo Gang. They said that the Tang Dynasty's caravan would set off from Cairo City on the evening of August 12th, so we followed them all the way and chose to take action in the sandstorm."

Well Loki nodded.

"Are any of your companions in Memphis planning to take over the cargo of the 'Hengcheng'?!"

"Yes! It's a Tang Dynasty woman named 'Concubine Xue'!"

Hearing this, Loki sighed secretly.

It is an objective law that goes back and forth in human history. When monsters and monsters begin to appear one after another, it means that a country is beginning to go downhill.

This action was indeed a gangster act of "Tang people ambushing Tang people"! Thirty-five years after time travel, barbaric behavior that originally only occurred in Scandinavia actually appeared among the proud Tang people.

It has to be said that the years of civil war and the chaos from the top have seriously damaged the foundation of this country.

Even the minds of the people inevitably began to be polluted.

"Last question, what is your code name in the Vulcan Cult?"

Hearing this question, Iliad's expression changed drastically. He suddenly stretched out his arm and roared, and a ball of flame burned on the palm of his hand, and it clawed at Loki's neck like a poisonous snake.

However, Loki's fighting instinct is not comparable to that of the fat boss who has been pampered and pampered in this life.

Holding his wrist, he stretched out his foot to step on his shoulder, and his entire right arm was torn off easily.

Showing the pale bones at the end of his severed arm, he slapped him hard.

The hand bone runs through the heart.

Iliad died immediately!