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Chapter 14 13. South (Signed! Wuhu!)

Barbarus, southern swamp.
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Hades was holding a sickle, sleeping in a strange posture near the farmland. In the simple and simple camp that had just been set up, the flames had just extinguished, and there was a slight smoke.

It was daytime in Babarus, and the nearby farmers came out to cultivate with their farm tools. The farmers were talking and laughing, but they all silently moved away from Hades' position in a tacit understanding.

That was the weird wanderer who almost went south with the death guard.

At first, the villagers were quite disgusted with this mysterious man who wandered around the village from time to time. He looked extremely malicious, and he was annoying to the point of view from a distance.

But when the villagers applied to the death guards stationed there to expel the mysterious person, they received unanimous silence from these people.

"That man is not a bad guy. His name is Hades."

Having said that, the villagers cautiously avoided this man.

But then they realized the silent truth in the Death Guard's words.

When the screams of the night gradually faded away, the villagers who drove the carriage to farm the next morning saw an unbelievable scene——

The broken limbs were randomly scattered all over the ground, the blood was splattered all over the ground, the wheat seedlings were trampled to pieces, and the unbelievable expression was condensed on the broken head of the alien.

A pungent stench came from the wheat field.

And next to this wheat field, which looks like a drawing of hell, a man is holding a sickle, half-supporting his chin, and grunting everywhere.

The silvery white blade was still stained with a little bit of sticky red blood, and the man in the hood seemed to be soaked in blood, soaked in this thick plasma, and on his limbs, several scratches were clearly visible. visible.

He is death!

The villagers who were frightened and trembling looked at all this in shock, and the man seemed to be disturbed—he woke up from his sleep in a little surprise.

"Ah, I'm sorry for ruining your wheat fields, haha, uh. I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to lure them out, but it didn't work."

The man laughed awkwardly, as if trying to ease the atmosphere.

Obviously, his move failed.

"I'll make it up for you by planting together! Really! I'm so sorry!"

This world must be false, he actually saw the god of death apologizing, that's what the villager with the carriage thought before he passed out.
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After that, the villagers called this mysterious man "the dead soul" with respect and awe.

Of course they didn't dare to accept the apology and compensation from Hades.

Not only that, but they will also regularly send some extra grains to this strange ghost. Whenever this ghost goes out, the villagers will erect a dead log next to the small triangular nest he built the day before. Tie a bag of food on top.

The revenant sleeps most of the day to recharge for the night's battles.But sometimes, he would sit on the ridge of the field with the huge sickle in his arms and silently watch the villagers cultivate.

Some children would stand curiously and look at this strange man from a distance. If their parents were busy farming and didn't pay attention to their children, those brave children would sneak over.

The Revenant also seems to be very happy for children to come to him to play. He will take out a handful of roasted wheat, sit on the spot and wave his hands, calling the children to come over.

—but no child ever succeeded in reaching him.

Without exception, those brave children would feel dizzy and unable to breathe when they approached the dead souls. They cried and ran away, leaving the dead souls sitting alone.

The man turned his head around in embarrassment, then silently put away his fried wheat, and continued to sit on the head of the field watching the children cry away, while their parents watched the dead souls in fear from a distance.

Every time a crying child ran back, it was inevitable that the impatient and frightened parents would slap them, hug them tightly, and comfort their backs over and over again.

In the distance are silent souls of the dead, but here is the smell of fireworks in the world.

It's always the case.
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The Death Guard who first arrived in the south had no small complaints against Hades.

Why should I work so hard to build a defensive village, but the limelight should be taken away by the person who wandered alone and killed the enemy at night?
He survived alone for one night to harvest three groups of wandering monsters and defend three small villages close to each other, while the death guards reinforced all the nearby medium and large human strongholds.

Some good people suggested that the Death Guard should also take the initiative to attack at night. After all, it is not the north, and the monsters in the south are more vulnerable.

With a strange gleam in Calastephon's eyes, he approved the proposals of a group of good fighters and troublemakers.

However, the five-member team was attacked on the first night. Although they managed to repel the intriguing slave catchers, three of them were seriously injured.
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At the summary of the subsequent meeting, Karastifone paced around the sand table unhurriedly,
"Everyone has also seen that Hades does have the ability to survive in the wild."

"Although I know that everyone here is disgusted with him, but we are all members of the Death Guard after all, and our goal is to repel those alien lords who enslave the people."

"The Death Guard never seek fame. The meaning of our existence is to liberate human beings."

"And, Hades—"

Calastephon stopped in his tracks, he paused, and looked at the death guard captains sitting in a circle in the room, listening silently.

"He can relieve us of the pressure from the lord. After all, another goal of our south is to unite other human villages, so that we can allocate more time and energy"

"Talk to the village chiefs who don't want to cooperate with us"

Typhon calculated in his mind that some villages in the south would be rewarded with some technologies after surrendering to the aliens, and among them were some anti-virus technologies and weapon technologies.
However, as time passed, those Death Guard who had complained were also silenced.

Hades took the initiative to talk to Typhon, the leader of the Death Guard, and he was going to kill the lord on a nearby mountain.

"Are you crazy?! Do you really think you can kill a lord by yourself? Did you really take that luck as your strength? You are not Mortarion! Hades! Don't be stupid!!!"

Typhon yelled at Hades across the room in disbelief, and for some reason Hades insisted on keeping them out of range.

"I'm not crazy, I'm sure I can do it, I've fully anticipated it."

Hades stared at Typhon with piercing black pupils hidden under the hood.

Typhon's heart trembled, he took a deep breath, and continued to speak,
"Hades Hades, Hades, I... I know I have always disliked you before, yes, I disliked you, but after all, the three of us escaped together."

"We are the Death Guard, comrades in arms side by side. Although we have had friction with each other, we are still friends after all, aren't we?"

Typhon looked back at Hades.

Hades didn't speak, he just nodded slightly, and the hood covered his eyes again.

"So, listen to my advice, don't go, okay, don't go."

"You are not Mortarion, and no one on Barbarus could have done that."

Hades stood up, his body clinking with his movements, and he bowed slightly to Typhon.

"Thank you for your kindness, Typhon, and I'm glad we're still friends."

"But I've made up my mind to go."
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After that, Typhon saw countless beheaded alien heads.

md, that monster.

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