Chapter 131 The Real Fire Miko
Magiro looked at Melisandre sitting alone on the rock with a look of resentment, and kept waving the long sword in his hand to see if it was smooth.
Melisandre's eyes looked into the dark distance, like two flames jumping in her eye sockets.
"Are all the red-robed monks in Yaxia so arrogant? Are they really not afraid of life and death?" Ma Qiluo took back his sword, rubbed the dagger, and asked doubtfully.
Melisandre withdrew her sight from looking at the Moon Mountains, "The Lord of Light is by our side, always protecting us. What are you afraid of, Magiro of Volantis."
Magiro noticed that the ruby on Melisandre's chest was unusually bright and conspicuous in the dark Moon Mountains.
"You ruby, it's too easy to be exposed," Ma Qiluo reminded softly, "Although I know you want to go directly to the Gaoshan clan, um, uncivilized ancestors, but if you are directly caught and killed by the minions, then It’s too”
He realized that his voice had risen a bit, swallowed, and stopped. His asphalt-colored skin could blend into the dark night perfectly, but Melisandre in front of him was like a bonfire lit in the forest. Hunters can see it if they pay attention.
Melisandre approached Magiro and reached out to touch Magiro's face. Only then did he realize that the red-robed woman's hand was so hot that it even felt a little hot when she touched her face.
"伱" Ma Qiluo looked at Melisandre's stiff face in surprise. He knew that the red-robed woman was not afraid of the severe cold, but now she seemed to have blazing energy in her body, ready to go, like a seat. An active volcano about to erupt.
With the howling cold wind blowing, Maggio tightly wrapped his red robe and followed behind Melisandre.
"Prepare some firewood for me, Maggiore." Melisandre said, although the words were a request, her tone contained an unquestionable meaning.
"You need to light a fire." Ma Qiluo's voice was so soft that he didn't even hear it clearly. He turned and headed deeper into the forest, looking for suitable branches and leaves.
Branches and leaves quickly piled up, and Magi Luo stared at the red-robed woman looking at the firewood, with a trace of doubt in his heart.
The ruby on Melisandre's chest became brighter and brighter, and the flame ignited in the middle of the firewood, rising like steam.
Ma Qiluo opened his mouth slightly, and the words seemed to be blocked in his throat, losing the function of speech.
"The night is long, and everything is dangerous," Melisandre said softly, her voice seemed to have magic power, and Ma Qiluo ignored the coldness of his body, as if he was trapped in the context of the woman in red robe.
The flame jumped, gradually dimmed, and a cloud of gray smoke rose until it went out.
Magiro only saw a group of people reveling in the cave illuminated by the bonfire and high on the hillside.
Zilla grabbed the tender venison, her fangs tore out shreds of meat, and she hummed in pleasure.
"Teach these damn lackeys a lesson!" Sami, a warrior from the Black Ear Division, slapped the stone table and smiled "Jiejie".
"The lackeys of the Aylin family! The lackeys who invaded our home!" the soldiers of the Burning Division shouted loudly.
"You are talking nonsense, Sami!" The female savage Zira looked at the celebrating Sami with disdain, "Cowardly man! He still wants to prevent us from taking revenge on Attis Arryn's lackeys!"
"Ugh!~" The surrounding Gaoshan clan warriors made disdainful sounds, and Sami's face suddenly turned red.
"Woman, don't talk nonsense!" Sami said in a bad tone, "All the soldiers in the Black Ear Division saw me leading the charge. I was just giving you some advice, not that I didn't want revenge."
"The reason for hesitation is not because your father Zike made a stupid decision, which ruined the Lunar Department and my father!" Sami slapped the stone table, pulled out the machete, and pointed it at Zira.
"Roar!~" The ancestor warriors of the Gaoshan clan stood up together. The warriors from the Zhuoren tribe, the Black Ear tribe, including the Painted Dog tribe who were friends with the Zhuoren tribe, shouted to each other, and looked excitedly at the tense figures. Two people.
"Duel! Duel! Duel!" the ancestors warriors shouted in unison, beating the equipment on their bodies, and the sound of equipment hitting each other echoed in the cave.
"I accept your duel!" Zilla held the stone table with one hand, climbed over, still holding the captured stainless steel dagger, and moved towards Sami like a ghost.
Sami did not panic. He was already familiar with Zilla's techniques. The machete suddenly swept towards Zilla's lower body. Zilla jumped sideways and rolled to the ground, with the dagger pointed directly at Sami's throat.
The machete turned sharply upward, barely resisting the edge of the dagger. There were faint bursts of white light when the weapons collided. The ancestors soldiers watched this scene excitedly and cheered in unison. It was impossible to tell who they were supporting in the noise.
Timei, the "Red Hand" of the Burning Man Department, was chewing venison and looked at the two fighting men coldly.
The fire witch was still covered in red dye. She leaned gently on Timei's chest and kissed Timei's neck.
"It's fate that the Black Ear Club and the Moon Man Club have gotten together like this. I can't blame anyone!" Timei looked at the fighting scene with disdain and said in a vicious tone.
The Fire Witch seemed to be attracted by other things. She got out of Timei's arms and stared at the ground.
"What's wrong?" Timei asked, noticing his wife's movements. "The shadows of Zira and Sami." The fire witch pointed to the ground where the two were fighting.
Timei looked at the ground. The shadows of Zira and Sami were slowly lengthening, even extending to the stone wall.
"Red Hand" Timei frowned slightly and stared at the changes in the shadow with some confusion.
Zilla's center of gravity moved slightly to the left. Sami noticed this movement and slashed horizontally at the moving Zilla with his machete.
The female savage raised the corners of her mouth, twisted her waist, and her center of gravity suddenly shifted. Sami's pupils dilated slightly, and her body was already facing the direction where Qi La's center of gravity had been swinging before.
The cold light of the dagger appeared in front of Sami's eyes, blood spilled out, and hideous blood marks appeared on Sami's face. He fell to the ground, shocked.
Zilla stood on the stone table, picked up the machete dropped by Sami, and pointed it at the fallen loser.
"You lost, Sami," a look of disdain appeared on Zilla's face, "The ancient ancestors living in the mountains would only respect the strongest warriors, but you, you can't even defeat a woman, how can you be so arrogant? ”
All the savages shouted in unison, "Zilla! Zilla! Zilla!"
Sami lay on the ground, but his shadow was not there. He was crawling on the stone wall, standing facing Zira.
"Red Hand" Timei frowned tightly, "What's going on? This"
Sami's shadow stretched out his hand close to the burning bonfire, and the flames seemed to climb up the shadow and start to flutter and burn.
"Zila! Zila! Zila!" The cave echoed with cheers celebrating the winner.
Zilla raised her arms, looked at the soldiers who were shouting for her, and shook her arms in response one by one.
Suddenly, the burning shadow of Sami rushed towards Qi La, and the flames enveloped Qi La's shadow.
"Ah!!" Zilla looked at the red rash on the exposed skin. The skin quickly faded away. The flames instantly enveloped Zilla, and a heart-rending wail came from the fire.
Timei grabbed the excited Fire Witch, and Zilla's clear face turned into a charred withered face in an instant, just like the face of the burned scout struggling in the flames.
The flames stopped, the sound stopped, and there were only blackened bones in front of me.
The cave was silent and filled with silence.
"The night is long and dangerous everywhere." A strange female voice came from the entrance of the cave. A red robe appeared in front of the ancestor warriors. The flames had obviously been extinguished, but the burning flames could still be seen in the woman's eyes.
A burning sensation hit her face, and Timei stood up, her legs trembling slightly.
His wife, on the other hand, looked at the visitor excitedly and knelt on the ground devoutly.
"Witch! Witch killed Zira!" The Black-Ear warrior's lips trembled and he rushed towards Melisandre with a knife.
Sami's shadow did not fade away, it once again pounced on the charging Black Ear warriors.
The flames enveloped him again, and roars and howls continued.
Everyone in the Gaoshan clan stared at the wailing warriors, no one spoke, and silence filled the air again.
Melisandre approached Sami, who was lying down, and touched his head twice. His white eyes instantly recovered, and he gasped suddenly, as if he had been hit hard in the chest.
Timei watched as his wife crawled toward Melisandre, knelt at her feet, and kissed her red robe.
She raised her head, her eyes full of piety and fanaticism, "You are the real fire witch"
"The Fire Witch only obeys the one true king," Melisandre supported the Fire Witch and said with a smile, "Your self-righteous arrogance is your real crime. The enemy you think you are is actually the only true king. .”
Melisandre looked at everyone, the ruby on her chest dimmed quickly, and her face turned pale.
(End of chapter)