Give Me the Name of God

Chuitt took more than 40 people and more than 20 carriages, made a large circle in the wasteland, and slowly walked towards the valley.

He had to leave enough time for Davron. The distance from the camp to the canyon was indeed quite long.

These more than 40 soldiers knew exactly what they were going to face next. This mission had a narrow escape from death. If they said they were not afraid, they would be lying. One of the soldiers driving the truck kept wiping his tears, and the soldier in charge of the patrol behind him almost cried.

"Why are you crying?" Chuitt patted the soldier's head, "Since I brought you here, I will definitely take you back."

"Is this true?" The soldiers' eyes were full of hope.

"The God of Deception bears witness for me!" Chuitt only said half of it, and kept the second half in his heart.

Of course this is not true. It is impossible for all of this group of people to leave alive, and even he himself may not be able to leave alive. How far they can escape depends only on their luck.

Almost halfway through the valley, the familiar crisp sound reached my ears again. Huge rocks rolled down. The two soldiers were smashed under the boulders and turned into a ball of flesh and blood.

Compared with the last time, the other party's "meeting ceremony" has become much rougher.

Chuit clenched the messenger charm and passed the news to Manda. The enemy appeared, but he was not sure whether Gaia's followers were here. He only saw rocks falling.

"Lord Davron, I know you are nearby. Can you speak to me in person?"

Chuitt's voice echoed in the valley for a long time, and finally received a response.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What do you want to do?" It was Davron's voice, but he could not be seen.

"We are iron ore merchants, coming from Qingyan City."

"Transporting iron ore from Qingyan City to the southwest?"

"Sir, you may have some misunderstanding," Chuitt had already thought up the lie, "We sent a batch of good ore, but Lord Di Laro, the lord of Qingyan City, said that the quality of these ores is too poor. In desperation, we can only transport the ore back."

"You want to transport the unqualified ore back?" Davron asked.

"It's not that he is unqualified, but Mr. Di Laro said so..."

Before he finished speaking, another boulder fell, killing two soldiers again.

There was no mistake this time. Being able to hit the stone so accurately proved that Gaia's believers had been lured out. Chuitt reported to Manda again. There was only one thing to do next, try to delay Manda as much as possible. .

"Sir, we are just innocent iron ore merchants. The heroes of Brittle Rock Valley never harm merchants who sell ore."

"A businessman who sells ore? Which businessman would be stupid enough to send the ore back to the southwest?"

The cost of selling ore mainly comes from mining and transportation. The cost of transportation is twice that of mining, accounting for two-thirds of the total cost.

If the ore is returned because it is unqualified, merchants will choose to sell it at a low price or simply throw it away. There is absolutely no reason to ship it back, because the transportation costs have far exceeded the value of the ore itself.

Of course Chuitt understood the truth. He deliberately thought up a lie with flaws. Otherwise, if he had explained it clearly and the other party would have let him go directly, what else would he have used to delay time?

"Sir, these ores are extraordinary. In addition to iron ores, there are also many gold mines in them. Please come down and take a look..."

Before he finished speaking, another boulder fell, killing two more soldiers.

This sentence is even more outrageous. If there were gold mines in the southwest, would we be so poor?

"Tell me the truth, or I will kill you all!" Davron gave an ultimatum. Before Chuitt could speak, a soldier, driven by fear, hugged his head and cried: "We belong to Lord Monchik." Subordinates, if you dare to touch us, he will not let you go!"

"This is what I was waiting for," Davron laughed loudly, "Tell me, what did Monchik ask you to do?"

Chuyt was the first to say: "Master Monchik has formed an alliance with Grand Duke Shelty. If you dare to mess up again, the Grand Duke will not forgive you."

"The Grand Duke of Shelty formed an alliance with Monchik? What does this have to do with me? And no one will know that you died here. I will not let anyone leave alive!"

…

In the camp at the back of the mountain, a soldier lay half-lying on a straw mat basking in the sun. The general was not around. This was a rare leisure time.

He took out the wine bottle and wanted to take a sip, but suddenly his body trembled, his hands trembled, and the strong wine spilled on his face.

The ground is shaking. Could it be that General Surani is back? Why did you come back so quickly?

The soldier quickly put away the wine bottle, stood up and was about to salute, but when he looked around, he didn't see anyone.

Maybe the straw mat slipped.

Since there was no one around, the soldier took out the wine bottle again, and just as he brought it to his mouth, he stumbled and threw it out again, spilling all the remaining wine in the bottle.

This time it had nothing to do with the straw mat, someone kicked him from behind.

The soldier shouted angrily: "Which bastard?" When he turned around, he found Manda covered in blood and standing behind him.

"Where's the cow?"

"Wha, what cow? Who are you?"

Manda stepped forward and kicked the soldier on the chest again. The soldier covered his chest and coughed violently. Manda asked again: "Where is the cow?"

The soldier waved his hands and said, "I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, Manda cut off his head with his golden finger.

The lion girl walked out of the barracks, wiped the blood on her face and said, "Kill them all. No one knows where the cows are."

Manu opened a hole under the barracks. To prevent any unexpected events, Manda took Lion Girl, Moira, Kesto and a dozen other people to get out first. There were more than thirty people in one barracks, and in the blink of an eye, they were all gone. Killed cleanly by them.

Manda gritted his teeth and said, "Tell everyone to come out and dig three feet into the ground to find those cows."

Moira said: "What if those cows are eaten by them?"

"Then put a ring in their noses and treat them like cattle to Hermes first!"

More than a thousand soldiers emerged from the ground and turned the entire camp into a hell in an instant. They only asked one question, repeated it once, returned to the mistake twice in a row, and killed without mercy.

Soon, an officer revealed the whereabouts of the cow: "The cow is not in the camp, but in a nearby cave!"

Manda grabbed the officer's hair and said, "Do you know the consequences of lying?"

"I'm not lying, I'll take you there!"

Not long after, two more officers confirmed that the cow was indeed in a nearby cave.

Manda ordered that except for these three officers, everyone else should be executed and the camp burned down.

There were more than 500 people in the camp, and there was almost no effective resistance organized. In the blink of an eye, all of them were missing.

Only two people escaped by pretending to be corpses. After Manda left, they rushed out of the fire and ran to the canyon to deliver a message to Davron.

The three officers led the way, and Manda quickly found the cave. When she saw the burly figure in the cave and smelled the primitive and wild smell, Manda shed tears.

He hugged a bull and stroked it affectionately. The lion girl kept reminding him: "Don't go too far. Your soldiers are here. This is too embarrassing!"

"My cows are back, they are all back!" Manda was so excited that he couldn't speak. He counted back and forth six times, but the result was the same six times.

Forty-seven heads...

The smile slowly solidified on Manda's face. His counting ability was very powerful. Under fifty, there was absolutely no possibility of wrong counting.

And he was not the only one counting. Lioness had counted forty-seven, Moira had counted forty-seven, and Ogg had counted twice, once for sixty-five and once for three. Twelve heads, his conclusion can be made without reference.

Why is there a missing cow? Manda grabbed the officer's hair again: "Where is the other cow?"

"Ride away by General Surani, he likes cows!"