Chapter 321: Chapter 270: The Land Flowing with Milk and Honey
The arrival of the foreigners was merely a small incident for the current Dengzhou City. At least for now, since the governor’s office had agreed, the locals of Dengzhou did not intervene much.
Bai Wujiu was not concerned about these trivial matters, as he had more important things to do, such as training more Evil Qi into his body, or handling relations with Forget Sorrow Village. Moreover, the time for the righteous cause was near at hand; he had to prioritize this first.
But this did not mean these foreigners could remain unharmed.
Just as these big-nosed foreigners went out of the city to purchase supplies, an angered grassland caravan directly ambushed them in the wild. The reason, naturally, was due to anger—everyone clearly submitted their trade applications together, but the grasslanders were shelved while the foreigners succeeded. Now, with you having it and us not, what is the meaning of this?
The grasslanders had no intention of reasoning with these foreigners; they only wanted to vent their anger.
"Our ancestors taught us not to covet others’ goods."
Seeing the disguised grassland caravan about to draw their blades, the foreign elder had no choice but to stand out.
"This is a trade we completed on our own; it is the deity’s grace upon us. Would you also try praying to your gods?"
"What do you mean?"
The leading grassland warrior was immediately furious, feeling that the foreign elder’s words were tinged with sarcasm.
Yes, even if to Dengzhou City they were merely outsiders, these foreigners were even more foreign to this land—just a group of foreigners, where did they get the courage to speak sarcastically to him?
"Slaughter them!"
The leading grassland warrior waved a large hand, and the rest of the grasslanders spurred their horses forward.
Their idea was to quickly kill and rob before escaping. After all, they were in the open fields, and everyone was mounted on swift horses, so even if they killed these foreigners, what could happen?
Such unsolvable cases, the weak Nanchen people generally could not handle, especially when the dead were merely a group of foreigners, making it extremely unlikely that the Nanchen people would be particularly concerned.
This was practically a feast falling from the sky; not taking a bite would be a shame for the curved blades in their hands.
But what confused the grassland warrior was that even in the face of the blades, the foreign elder showed no sign of fear.
In fact, not just the foreign elder, but none of the foreigners in the group showed any sign of fear on their faces.
How dared they not be afraid? How dared they?
"Well then."
Seeing those grassland warriors charging valiantly, the foreign elder sighed and then took something down from the wagon.
"Then let us thank the gods for bestowing us with horses."
"Wha—"
The leading grassland soldier had not realized what was happening when something black suddenly magnified in front of him.
Bang—
With a dull thud, his large head instantly exploded.
The remaining grasslanders saw the gruesome scene but did not slow their horses because facing such long-range attacks akin to arrows, the best course was to charge forward and wield their blades—of course, the better option was a shooting duel with bows, but unfortunately, they didn’t carry horn bows to enter Nanchen territory.
But soon, these grasslanders realized that in a shooting duel, they would likely be outmatched.
Simply because these stones were thrown with uncanny accuracy.
Yes, stones. The foreign elder wielded a leather sling, and several foreigners kept feeding stones into it—for every swing of the sling, several grassland riders would have their heads explode. It was hard to imagine what kind of training led to such precision.
"It’s a trap! These foreigners came prepared!"
At this moment, the surviving grasslanders clearly realized the truth.
"We must charge up! We must kill him with one strike!"
But unfortunately, the foreign elder did not leave them any opportunities, the sling swinging like a sea dragon, cutting down grassland riders to the point of leaving their helmets and armor scattered. Even the few who narrowly escaped the skull-crushing fate were knocked from their horses, bones fractured and tendons snapped.
"Today, it seems we’re destined to fall here."
Amidst the pile of bodies, the remaining grassland riders propped themselves up with difficulty and looked at each other, seeing hatred in one another’s eyes.
As grassland warriors, they could die in battle, but under no circumstances could they accept being beaten to death like dogs; they were eagles soaring the skies, even dying, they would die grandly!
"Aaargh!"
Before the sling could be swung again, a few grassland riders had already raised their curved blades, slashing at each other.
A slash so fierce it claimed their comrades’ lives instantly.
But did it really end their lives?
The death of consciousness brought about the rebirth of the flesh.
"Caw—"
A monstrous bird with seven heads flapped its decaying wings, the thick Evil Qi laden with a heavy stench of blood.
"Caw, caw, caw—"
The enormous bird, with its seven wolf-like heads, lunged straightforwardly at the foreign convoy.
This was no longer something human strength could oppose; this deranged monster of Evil Qi was practically a walking calamity—this was also one reason Bai Wujiu didn’t want grasslanders entering the city. If these grasslanders got too pissed and went berserk within the city, Dengzhou City would likely face an unprecedented disaster.
Yet, even when faced with such a terrifying monster, the foreign elder remained fearless.
"Oh God! Grant me power! Let me defeat this evil monster, just as my ancestors defeated the giant Goliath!"
Praying thus, the foreign elder once again swung the sling.
This time, a faint glow spread across the seemingly ordinary leather sling.
Under the light’s illumination, the elder’s frail body straightened, turning as firm and youthful as that of a brave young warrior!
"Bang!"
With the swing of the sling, a blinding meteor streaked through the sky.
The massive monster’s body was wholly pierced through.
"Evil festers upon this land."
Gazing upon the collapsed corpse of the enormous bird, a foreigner furrowed his brow.
"Are we truly to remain here?"
"Only in a hell can the direction to heaven be seen."
The foreign elder retracted the sling.
"Precisely because of the evil in hell can the Saint’s purity be reflected... as long as we follow the Saint’s path, we shall ultimately find the land flowing with milk and honey."
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