The treasure thieves of Teyvat rob Shenhe

Sheep herding requires a large open space. Lin Ye lives alone in a corner. Usually no one cares about him and he is only seen a few times a month. But the truth will come to light sooner or later and the missing sheep will be discovered.

Instead of sitting around waiting for an army to come and punish them, it is better to take the initiative and get rid of the tribal leader Kus first.

The most dangerous night passed safely, and Lin Ye's mind became active.

Although Lin Ye's strength is not as good as before, he has experienced so many life-threatening battles, and his tempered will will never be taken away. Lin Ye is very brave and is not afraid of the cannibal Kus.

The Mushalla tribe is a nomadic clan, constantly searching for an oasis to survive for several years. Their total population is not very large, with a total of more than 300 people, including 150 young people, 50 guards trained by Kus, 10 of whom are core members, and the rest are workers like Ormaz.

Lin Ye remembered that the day after tomorrow, Kus would hold a banquet and invite all members of the tribe to attend, and the humble Ormaz was also eligible.

There is no need to use a knife to kill someone, and Lin Ye would not fight Kus with a kitchen knife. He left the oasis and found a poisonous scorpion in the desert.

Lin Ye encountered this kind of poisonous scorpion when he was traveling with Asarig. Its hook was extremely poisonous. Lin Ye squeezed the poison out and put it into a small bottle, and then poured it into Kus's wine glass on the day of the banquet.

The banquet was held in the evening.

morning.

A man from the Kneeling tribe named Sasin went to find Lin Ye.

Olmaz's impression in the tribe is that he is honest, hardworking, and popular. Sasin is his friend.

Sasin came here with a mission this time.

"Olmaz, the leader asked me to ask you to slaughter two sheep for the banquet..."

Sahin watched Ormaz grilling meat while the antelope beside him drooled.

"??"

"Wait! Are you crazy?" Sasin thought of something and said angrily and fearfully, "You actually ate Kus's sheep! Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Lin Ye wiped the greasy corners of his mouth. He expressed calmness towards Sasin's appearance, stood up, patted his butt, and went back to the house to find something.

Sahin was puzzled. He glanced at Lucky and then looked around. No wonder the place was empty. Could it be that Ormaz had killed all the sheep?

"Olmaz, run quickly!" Sahin shouted outside the door.

Lin Ye came out with something in his hand.

"What is this for?"

"As you can see, hemp rope."

"What are you doing with the twine?"

"I'm sorry, brother. I've wronged you."

Lin Ye pounced on him, tied up Sasin tightly, stuffed something in his mouth, then threw him into the house and closed the door. Perfect.

Lin Ye tied a kitchen knife behind his waist and covered it with a linen shirt. He put the scorpion poison in his pocket. He packed his instruments, took the remaining mutton, and set off.

Kus ordered slaves to build a palace for him. With limited productivity, it was just a larger house that could accommodate more than 20 people, but the dinner was held outside.

Lin Ye handed the mutton to Kus's chef.

The chef sniffed it and asked in confusion, "Why does it smell so rancid?"

"That's the smell of mutton." Lin Ye laughed.

"Are you the cook, or am I the cook?"

The chef questioned it, but Lin Ye was calm and not guilty at all, and he didn't think Lin Ye had the guts to play any tricks.

“…Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether we grill it or not.” said the chef.

Anyway, what Kuss likes to eat is human flesh.

Afterwards, Lin Ye relied on his good popularity to gather intelligence from others and learned about the situation of the guards.

At night, a bonfire was lit in the oasis and the banquet began.

Kuss appears on the stage with beauties on both sides.

Lin Ye mingled among the crowd, staring at each other silently.

Chapter 612: He Comes with Bad Intentions

There is an old saying in the desert: stars in the sky, tribes on the earth.

It can be seen how loose and numerous the tribes are. Even if Huvastla became king, he was at best the leader of the largest tribe west of the desert. He relied on conquest and violence to make the rest of the tribes surrender, and then he stopped caring about anything.

Specifically, he was addicted to the pleasure of plunder and enjoyed the rights of a king, but did not fulfill any of the responsibilities of a king. He regarded himself as the king of kings and was evaluated by history as a tyrant.

Lin Ye started out as a lowly shepherd under slavery. The first step in his ambition to become king was to kill the fat man who was laughing wildly in front of him.

At night, the red sand undulates in the moonlight like flowing silver waves. The oasis is an island, and it also looks like the emerald earrings of a honey-colored beauty.

Kus strode out of his "palace", hugging the beauties of the tribe on his left and right. Given the productivity conditions at that time, apart from their natural beauty, the beautiful girls in the small tribe were actually village beauties.

When he was young, Kuss was keen on hunting. He was tall and had a fierce look in his eyes. He saw everyone as prey and would say, "Brother, you smell so good."

Others say this because they want to feel your real body temperature, but Kuss really wants to eat you into his stomach.

Lin Ye stepped behind the crowd and looked at Kus. He didn't know if it was the influence of the prion, but Kus had grown more and more crooked in the past few years, with his eyeballs misaligned. He loved to laugh, and the arc at the corners of his mouth was a little scary when he laughed. There was a foul smell between his teeth, and his body was not as strong as that of his prime. His walk was uncoordinated and his hands and feet were out of control.

The Mushalla tribe holds a grand banquet four times a year. This is not a celebration, but a ceremony before paying tribute to the great king Huvastra.

Huvastra's tribe was the largest noble group. The supplies they used for entertainment were all tributes from the surrounding weak tribes, including fresh fruits and vegetables, meat, beautiful female slaves and male servants, precious gems and jade, etc. Every year, tribes from all over the country would draw blood to provide blood transfusions to Huvastra.

Kus worshipped Huvastra and paid tribute most ardently, sending thirty lambs, thirty female slaves, and thirty male slaves every year.

Lin Ye: Sheep? What sheep?

Since it was called a banquet, the food was better than usual. Most people were just spectators and had no right to enjoy it. Kus invited everyone just for the sake of face, and they didn't dare to disobey anyway.

Kusgao sat on a high seat made of stones. In front of him was a stone table, on which were placed delicious delicacies. Below him were seats on both sides, reserved for his confidants. As for ordinary tribesmen, it was good enough that they were not made to kneel. The marginalized people watched all this silently.

There was a blazing bonfire in the center of the banquet, and Kus's female slaves performed dances in front of it. Each slave girl was young, and the youngest was only eleven or twelve years old. They were sweating profusely, not because of the burning fire behind them, but because of fear.

The fire was raging and oil was boiling. There was a big pot on the campfire. If these female slaves jumped wrong and made Kus unhappy, they would be thrown in directly.

Last time, a little girl was so nervous that she froze in place, and then...

Screams and wails drowned out the sizzling sound of frying oil.

The corpse that was fished out was so fresh in Olmaz's mind that he didn't eat for three days.

Except for Kus's confidants, most of the ordinary tribesmen kept their heads down and did not dare to raise their heads.

“Hahaha…” Kus laughed wildly, the fat on his face twitching and cramping in the firelight.

"Eat! Eat!"

Kus picked up a piece of roasted lamb and stuffed it into the mouth of the slave girl in his arms, ignoring the fact that her mouth was blocked and her mouth was burned and she looked in pain, while the other slave girl forced a smile.

When his confidants saw this, they burst into laughter and were happy about it.

Lin Ye in the crowd raised his head slightly and observed the guarding force. Fifty personal soldiers were present. Perhaps Kus thought that no one would dare to disobey, so the personal soldiers did not carry weapons. Ten of the fifty people were confidants, who sat at the seats eating meat and playing with women, while the rest stood behind him and watched indifferently.

After a while, Lin Ye came on stage as a shepherd and explained to Kus the situation of the flock this year and said that the tribute lambs were ready.

The tribe didn't have many sheep to begin with, and the annual deliveries forced Ormaz to master how to promote the mating of antelopes, just enough to meet the standard.

In a few days, King Huvastra's tax collection envoys will arrive at the Mushanla tribe.

In the desert, there is no currency in circulation and bartering is common.

Therefore, resources such as food, fresh water, and slaves were taxes.

Time passed by minute by minute. For the dancing female slaves, the days were like years and it was extremely tormenting. Kus was a little drunk. He threw the wine glass and it hit the youngest female slave right on the forehead. Immediately, a scream woke up the half-asleep Kus.

The little girl didn't dare to stop what she was doing. The blood on her forehead flowed down her cheeks. Her face was tense and tearful, and she looked somewhat pitiful under the firelight.

Kus didn't care about all this. He stood up, pushed away the slave girl who was leaning on his shoulders, and walked down the stairs step by step. His fat body swayed and seemed to be about to fall, but he didn't sprain his ankle and roll down.

The grand bonfire drove away the night's cold, but the little girl couldn't stop shivering. She wanted to escape, but didn't dare to. She danced pitifully, and as Kus approached her, she froze in silence and shrank where she was.

Kus was panting heavily, his eyes as big as copper bells opened, his eyeballs moving crookedly, staring at the little girl, laughing, and pulling out the big scimitar attached to his waist.

"Today I'm going to cook a dish myself to reward everyone." Kus burped, his eyes red as if he wanted to kill someone.

Ten confidants clapped their hands in applause, while forty personal soldiers looked indifferent.

The slave girls next to the little girl were still dancing and trembling, but without Kus's order, they dared not stop without permission. They just danced comically, blaming the little girl in their hearts for ruining them.

This is the current situation of desert people. No matter in the past or now, there is exploitation and barbarism. History books are full of the word cannibalism. The poorer the area, the more intense the competition.

The absurd thing is that no one thinks this is wrong.

With the death of the flower god, the two gods split, and the eternal paradise of Vali.Weijie collapsed. The gods were busy taking care of themselves, so how could they care about the fragmented mortal kingdom? As a result, the vassal kings divided the country and trampled on living beings.

Therefore, an incarnation of justice and power should emerge from the crowd. He is the enemy of all tyrants, and all tyrants should be terrified by the butcher knife in his hand.

It is a historical cycle that a dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon. After a tragic betrayal, Lilupal learned this truth. She remembered that the kind shepherd could not tolerate Kus's atrocities and stood up.

Therefore, there is a story about a shepherd who was favored by the daughter of water lilies, became the leader of a wandering clan, occupied and annexed vassal kings, overthrew the tyrant Huvastra, and built the magnificent city of Gur around the Eternal Oasis.

Lilupal hid in the dark, sneering at the ugliness of the Sand People, waiting carelessly to see whether Lin Ye would come out.

Faced with a monster in human skin like Kus, who in the tribe would dare to resist? There had been cases before where the skin was peeled off and hung on a rack. After being killed as a warning to others, the tribe became quiet.

Does her new owner have the courage to do so?

Some of the tribesmen on the edge never raised their heads, some looked pale, as if they were the little girl, some sighed quietly, and some showed eager smiles...

Until someone came out and stood in front of the little girl. In the firelight, the man's face looked very young and calm.

This is the only one who, when facing Kus's atrocities, has a calm expression on his face, with neither self-degrading laughter nor horrifying fear.

There was an uproar.

"Is Olmaz crazy?!"

"How can that kid Sashin stop us... Wait, where's Sashin?"

Ordinary tribesmen were whispering, but when Olmaz stood up, it really caused an uproar. Some people remembered the guy whose skin was peeled off and whose body was fed to crocodiles, and guessed what would happen to the shepherd.

The little shepherd herded sheep and managed lambs, but Lin Ye preferred to be a butcher.

Olmaz transformed from a shepherd to a tyrant-killing butcher. Lin Ye has always been like this, and he grabbed the kitchen knife.

A kitchen knife?

Kus stared at the young man with a foolish smile. He couldn't understand this and asked.

"Shepherd, what are you doing standing here?"

"Kill you."

The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder out of the blue.

The guards were in commotion.

Kus waved his hand to stop the soldiers from entering the battlefield. He looked at the arrogant boy, dirty and thin. What could he use to kill him? With just a kitchen knife, he dared to fight his big scimitar?

"In the future, there will be no shepherd. It is better to herd people like sheep."

Kus imagined that a group of slaves were on their hands and feet, chewing weeds and swallowing gravel, while he himself condescended to be a shepherd and a cook, waving a whip and stomping a butcher knife, which seemed to be very fun.

"Let's start with you."

Kus stared at Lin Ye. He staggered towards Lin Ye with a knife in his hand. Even now, being drunk, he still didn't think Lin Ye had the courage to swing the knife at him.

But then, Lin Ye's knife chopped Kus's waist, and the bloody red blood spilled on the sand.

Lin Ye was a little surprised. It turned out to be the agile fat man. Even though he was so drunk, he could still dodge the knife that was chopping towards his head.

The heart is an organ that humans rely on. Many movies and TV shows like to stab a sword into the chest. Lin Ye uses a medium-length kitchen knife to chop off the head, which is the fastest way to kill a person.

It's impossible that Kuss has practiced iron head skills. If a person is hit hard in the face by a knife, he will die miserably.

The unfamiliar and pungent pain made Kus sober up a little. He looked at Lin Ye in disbelief, then became furious and swung his scimitar wildly, not caring whether it would affect the female slave who dared not move.

Lin Ye's eyes were fixed on Kus's movements. Although his talent in mastering various martial arts was limited, Lin Ye, who had experienced many battles, big and small, had already integrated his combat instincts and some skills. This was not a reward for completing a mission, but his own.

Yes, that's where his next strike will go.

He will step here next.

...Lin Ye calculated Kus's seemingly chaotic knife skills and dodged them one by one, like a cat playing with a mouse, which made Kus angry and embarrassed.

He prefers to save face and refuses to be attacked.

It would have been better if Kuss didn't do it himself at the beginning, but now he obviously had no way to deal with the opponent, so he sent his men. Not only did he lose face, but he also failed to convince the people, which would threaten his ruling position.