Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

Chapter 62: Meeting of the Blood Gang

   Somewhere in the desert on the Gobi Desert, the ground is covered with coarse sand and gravel, and there are only a few weeds.

   There are dozens of tents on this Gobi Desert. Next to the tents are a few resting desert monitor lizards, dozens of wildebeests and a wasteland pig.

Among them, the desert monitor lizard is a tyrannical large creature with a length of 7 to 9 meters, a height of about 2.5 meters, and a weight of 6 to 10 tons. It has a giant horn on its head, which is similar in shape to the thunder monitor, but not Will discharge attack.

   Their weight-bearing ability is excellent, and their running speed is not slow. When facing danger, they will transform into ferocious beasts.

   These three monitor lizards are all raised by a lizardman in the blood gang, and they are mainly responsible for moving supplies.

   "How about this kid? Can he recover? We must know that our blood gang does not raise idlers." The Boarman snorted and said.

   "Hiss, shut up, my spell [Healing] is the strongest, hiss, I can save it even if I still breathe." The lizard man stared at him.

   "Hey, who wouldn't speak big words, I got a knife in the chest last time, and I haven't fully recovered yet..."

   "Hey! This little guy is awake, give him some water."

   After speaking, the Boarman took out his water sac, and wanted to pass it to Corleone, who had just woke up from a coma.

   And as soon as Corleone opened his eyes, he saw a huge pig's head full of bristles and a lizard head covered with scales and tongue out, and he almost shot back.

   can then be grasped by the wild boar man's fist.

   "Wow, the little guy is quite energetic, it seems that old lizard, your spells are still a bit of a bird."

   "Hey, boy, is your brain okay? Why don't you speak anymore."

   Corleone then reacted, and began to recall the memories before he fainted. It seemed that a group of men and horses and the mercenary group of "tomahawk bones" had handed over, and he didn't know the rest at all.

   "Sorry, did you save me?" Corleone retracted his fist and said apologetically.

   "No, no, no, it was the boss of our blood gang who saved you a little life. To be honest, I feel quite surprised."

   "Hiss, yeah, the boss will save you such a stranger. Interesting, hiss."

   "It's not that your kid is the illegitimate child of the boss, haha..." Before the Boarman's words fell, the tent door was opened.

  At the same time, he felt that the back of his head was held up by someone with something, and he heard a male voice full of magnetism: "Tough nose, want me to help you make a hole in your head, is it cool?"

   "Hahaha, boss, I'm not talking about it for fun." The Boarman didn't care about the flintlock behind his head.

   Giuliano coldly retracted the flintlock in his hand, and said to Corleone: "If you can move around, come to me."

   Corleone was still in a state of serious injury at this time, but survived hard after treatment, so he said to Giuliano:

   "My lord, thank you for saving my life."

   Giuliano stared sharply at him and said: "Don't rush to thank me, boy, everything needs to be paid accordingly."

   Next, Giuliano called the Boar Man out and asked him to participate in the meeting that was about to begin.

   While Corleone continued to lie on the blanket, the Lizardmen prepared him with water and plenty of food, so that he could heal his injuries first.

   During the conversation between the two, Corleone knew the name of the lizard man in front of him. He was called Naka, and he was an excellent sacrificial lizard.

   Currently they are in the field camp of the blood gang, and the middle-aged grim man who just came in is the boss of the blood gang, Giuliano.

   Corleone struggled to sit up because he was worried about Fackney and Pauly and didn't know how they were going.

   "Hi, human boy, don't move, your internal organs have been severely damaged. It is a miracle to survive, of course, thanks to my spells."

   "If you move again, the wound will get worse, I can't control it, hiss."

   "I have two companions in Scone, and I am very worried about their safety..."

   "That's no way, hiss, our blood gang will not easily enter the big city. Only when the boss gives an order, we can send someone to the city to contact."

   "Well... Anyway, thank you very much for your treatment." Corleone coughed a few times after speaking, and there were bloodshot eyes in his saliva.

   "Hiss, my help is not free, I think this pearl on your body is good, why not give it to me."

   The "pearl" that Naka the lizardman said was the teardrop of "Wolf Girl" April.

   Although Corleone's memory of her has been erased, he still feels that this bead is very meaningful.

   The white ball occupies a huge weight in Corleone’s heart. He shook his head quickly and said: "Sorry, this item is very important to me, I can't give it to you."

   After talking, Corleone wanted to get back the ball from the lizardman.

   "Hiss, kid, you'd better not be ignorant of praise, but I saved your life."

This made Corleone feel very big head, he could only ask the lizardmen to change their terms~www.wuxiaspot.com~Finally, after a long conversation between the two, Corleone reached an agreement with the lizardmen, and he wanted to be the lizards in the future. People do what they can.

  Lizardman Naka actually didn't know the function of the round bead, but could feel a weak energy from the bead, thinking it was a treasure.

   In addition to owing the lizardman a favor, Corleone also owed him 75 gold coins, of which 50 gold coins are spell healing costs, and 25 gold coins are costs during the healing period.

   The price was almost the same as the robbery, but Corleone had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit it. Anyway, the "greedy" lizardman in front of him saved his life.

   And Corleone has also developed a keen interest in spells, knowing that he has never seen a "person" who can cast spells before.

   In another luxury tent in the camp, several members of the blood gang are holding a weekly meeting.

  In the meeting, he will explain the current items and plans of the blood gang, such as the amount of materials, whether the funds are sufficient, the situation of nearby forces, and so on.

   "I'm going to do the Great Chief of the Black Mist Tribe a favor to bring back his young son." The blood help boss Giuliano said, smoking a cigar.

   "Boss, what's the specific situation?" The Shaq with a broken angle asked, sharpening his machete.

   "Huh... the youngest son of the warchief is attending the coming-of-age ceremony, but it has been almost half a year and has not yet returned."

   "So the old guy entrusted us to help retrieve his son. After all, I still owe others a favor." After that, Giuliano spit out a smoke ring.

   "It's really funny to trouble us with this kind of trivial matter!" a veiled blood gang member complained.

   "Okay, don't complain, don't forget how could we defeat the lame gang so easily if it weren't for the batch of potions from the Black Mist tribe."

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