The giant Tutus says goodbye to us, and he takes off his necklace around his neck:
"This is the most precious thing I have, it's my leadership necklace on the Silk Stone tribe, show it to the tribes of war and get their support."
Fusan picked it up from him and wore it proudly, shaking his hand hard.
The imprisoned Warriors had finished a long tunnel, after one week of digging, that could contain us efficiently, from which we escaped to finally get rid of that obnoxious nickname that stuck to me: Holy B*tch, even though it was the nickname that saved us from a massacre.
Outside we found ourselves on the Stone Bank of the Silver River, which flows into the sea of golds, and we found something else.
Terrible.
*
Lord Khakin was personally at the head of a manhunt, standing with his knights over the black rocks, ready to arrest us, and gloating to me:
"Once in a blue moon does a woman run away from my dungeon, Ma'am."
I said nervously:
"I didn't pretend to be divine, they're your prisoners..!"
Interrupt me with a full recovery:
"No, I don't mean that, Princess of the kandorians."
Distraught appeared on the features of Fossan, who until this damned moment did not realize that he wanted to give his heart to an expelled chasing princess, while Amid and Wahara were nervous of their discovery of my position, and Lord says:
"A guard found out while spying on you while you urinate, which is despicable behavior, as you must agree."
Whispered in me "Rascal," and the Lord governor of the castle of sewers continued:
"He enjoyed a lot rubbing his THING while peeping at you, but fortunately he had a grain of mind, helped him to notice the reverence of prisoners to you, to the point of digging that tunnel for you and your comrades with great speed and importance, when someone asked after a bout of drunkenness led to a session of vintage booze, he heard from him the subject of the flying blade, when he informed me the rest of the matter became easy."
I said in nervous:
"I'll give you gold if you release me."
"But if I hand you over to Emperor Behrouz, I will surely get double."
"Try to get close to me and Soma will kill you."
Amid prepared as he counted the 40 guards of the Lord's men, Fusan whispered to me:
"They are armed with swords, my sweetheart, provocation this time is not in our favor."
I told him sharply:
"I'm not your sweetheart, Hotty!"
I bit my lips in a rage when the last word escaped me, and Lord Khakin responds to my threat with greed on his horse:
"I really want to know how."
Then he winked at one of his soldiers, and he enthusiastically approached me, surprised by those who carried him from under his armpits, and threw him into the sea.
Amid and Fossan.
The Lord pointed out to his men, and they attacked the two men to restrain them, and after a grinding wrestling match, they took control of them after dozens of teeth and noses smashed in their faces, while Wahara gave up with exhaustion, and the old pre-Week bruises almost healed, but still there hurt her and remember her.
Finally, a practical experiment began.
I fought the soldier who approached me, but he beat me with his muscles and surrounded my middle with his arms.
Soma did not wobble on my side, the Lord thought it was killing whoever I wanted, not who was trying to get in, and I liked to reinforce his belief to carry out my threat, I whispered to the soldier who surrounds my arm and middle and sticks to me from behind:
"I feel your strong p*nis caressing my butt**ks."
My words seemed to excite him because I began to feel his c**k-bastard pressing a little on my a*s, and I wanted to urge him more, and he made the most dangerous decision of his life.
He extended his fingers and began to caress my bre**ts, whispering:
"Rest assured, bit*h, if the commander pardons you, I will visit you tonight and taste your taste. It's me who peeped at you and saw your white a*s."
I felt great anger towards him, but I held on, and asked him softly, to seduce him:
"Do you intend to attack me, strong man?"
"I will kill you, holy bit*h."
It was only here that he realized at the last moment why this intention was the most dangerous thing he had ever done, Soma wobbled,
*FZZZT*
and then in an instant rose before the eyes of Lord Khakin, and quickly descended to penetrate the middle of the soldier's head, and out of his throat.
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96. left
The obnoxious soldier fell apart a lifeless body, and the Lord exclaimed in fury:
"Kill her comrades."
Swords rose high, and I screamed in panic:
"No, no."
*
Suddenly an amazing surprise happened, which caused my comrades to be saved from certain death.
A two-winged storm pounced on the soldiers, tearing them apart, and Amide took advantage of the opportunity is the best use and picked up a sword captured and kill him, and Fosan got rid of the guards with sudden, crushing punches, and screamed Wahara:
"It's a dinosaur."
The dear Arch was riding Cyrus.
Some were killed and some fled, with Lord Khakin on his horse, and after he got rid of the enemy, we rode behind him on Cyrus and flew us across the river like a mythical savior, and the strong Air flies our hair. I said to him with amazement, embracing him like the old days, and smelling the smell that my nose keeps by heart:
"How?"
"That's a story, my friend."
"I'll hear it."
"It started with that deal, one of the Barbarian merchants needed a woman with three brea*ts."
Wahara smiled at the malice, and Fusan said awkwardly:
"You tell rude things to my sweetheart."
He harassed me in that capacity, which he boldly claimed, and bothered me that arch did not even object to it, but I said to Arch firmly:
"Keep going and don't care about him."
"I'm not a fu*king slave, but I've known Madderda for a long time, so I offered her the trick, pretend to sell her to him, and then get her price and share it with her. She was in distress because of the collapse of her bar so she immediately agreed. The problem is that when we left to meet the merchant, he turned out to be a leader pretending to trade to wage a blitzkrieg, so we found ourselves in the midst of that bloody battle, which ended with the loss of Madreda and the submission of the captives to the castle of Lord Khakin."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I didn't know, I was looking for Cyrus, and when I found him, I flew him across the river looking for Madrda, which they must have brought to the sewers among the captives, and I found you purely by chance."
She whispered inside me, "your heart has given you to my call".
Arch continued without feeling:
"That barbarian leader was savagely examining Maderda, but I had to be silent so that my plan would not be revealed, and he pulled out something like an elephant hose, for which everyone, including me, gasped."
He will recount the shameful atrocities of the barbarian.
My face began to warm from redness, and I said confusingly:
"Well Arch, I understand."
"No, you didn't understand what I saw, and then you gave me permission to tell.. We've all seen a rise..."
He told the shameful shame
I was excited:
"Arch... Calm down, my friend, stop now before I ask to USE all four of you."
Wahara who has already started fondling her p**sy:
"Okay."
I looked at her forcefully, raised her hand apologetically, and she kept her laugh quiet.
I told him:
"We will land in the valley of the Dwarves, The map indicates the presence of Rokushta in it, behind (Yield) hill."
Amid rejoiced, the flight continued on the flickering wings of Cyrus.
***
The peoples and groups of Orioum
The Southerners: The kings of the sea and the Red South, famous for the Seven khawanian Phanarian Wars with Boars. It is said that the reason for the mutation of the naiads' lineage that governs them, is the forbidden marriage of Zapira Soblekian (one of the Five Holy Kings) with one of the adventurers of the sea-jinn. Their ancestors are the barbarians of the Seven Continents, and they dream of bringing them back to sanity by first reaching the Silver Fountain. With the epidemic approaching the continent, the Founder Naiad (Zapira) chooses two islands of (Roc Eyes) to flee to it with her retinue, making for herself a small principality there before the General Ruin, its name before the rise of the Walls (Soblek Princedom). In the year 3991 C., the southerners finished building the Walls (Southern Phanar). Their favourite motto and anthem are (The Seven Little Ones Await Us).
To be continued...