Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Wa Dou is a wanted criminal.

But just three days ago, he was just a prisoner in a prison tower.

When Scone was still a military town and the Shakers were still fighting endless battles with the Holy Nation people, Wa Dou was already active in the borderlands.

The thing he plundered was none other than the military supplies of the Kingdom of Shake.

It stands to reason that such a crime would be enough for Wa Dou to be hanged on the wall of Scone City, but luckily or unfortunately, the reason why he was arrested was not for attacking the logistics team, but for rushing into a patrolling guard while drunk. .

Even knocked over several of them.

If it were in Union City, it would certainly be a serious crime to collide with the city's law enforcement team.

But here, it was precisely because Wa Dou knocked down the guard that the leader of the team felt that he was still a Shaq guy.

So Wa Dou was just taken into the prison tower and imprisoned in the middle area, without revealing his identity as a robber leader.

Those prisoners who were in the same cell probably didn't know that there was such a ruthless person in their roommate.

But this is not easy to bear. Once you enter, you don’t know how many years it will take to come out.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it," Wa Dou couldn't help but want to laugh loudly, "I actually let grandpa and I get out like this."

Life is rejuvenated.

Wa Dou couldn't wait to return to the wilderness he knew so well.

The originally formed forces definitely no longer exist, but with their own strength, they will still have their own place in the robber business.

In his mind, he just failed to successfully join the army and plunder under orders.

That’s fine, whatever you grab is yours.

However, after escaping from prison, the scene in Scone Town made Wa Dou very uncomfortable.

"Why are there so many shops, and there are flat men and bugs walking on the street." Old Shaq frowned, "Where is the martial ethics of my Shaq Kingdom?"

He realized that the outside world had changed a lot during the years he had been imprisoned.

And such changes are bad.

This traditional old Shaq dislikes him very much.

"There are fewer people carrying knives and swords, and there are shouts of people doing business everywhere... Look at those thin arms and legs, what will happen if the robbers come over!"

Wa Dou was heartbroken and completely forgot that he was the robber.

You have fallen!

Since someone has fallen, someone should wake them up.

Then you're welcome.

Although the process of escaping from the prison tower was very embarrassing and his body was burned with blisters, at this moment Wa Dou felt a sense of mission.

Perhaps it was Kerra in the Hall of Valor who was inspired by the scene in the human world and arranged the incident.

The purpose is to let them, the real Shakers, come out of prison, correct the customs outside, and bring everyone back to the good old days of tribal hunting and wanton plunder.

But before completing such a mission, Wa Dou needs to understand the situation outside.

Late at night, Old Shaq returned to the alley where he was hiding.

There is also a hornless man tied up in the corner. He is also a prisoner who just escaped from prison a few days ago.

This alleyway was originally a place used by the hornless man to hide from the limelight, but Wa Dou discovered it and simply occupied it.

"Come on, tell me what big forces there are in Scone Town now." Wa Dou asked torturedly.

"There are equipment stores run by technology hunters, there are armor stores owned by Yue's family, there are weapons stores owned by Muda..." The hornless man answered truthfully, almost crying but without tears.

His original sentence was not long, but he was forced out by the man in black and added a charge of escaping from prison out of thin air.

For this reason, he carefully avoided the guard, but unexpectedly he was bumped into by the old man again.

"They are all shops," Wa Dou frowned, "Where were those gangs from before?"

In the Scone he knew well, there used to be many collective warbands composed of warriors, and sometimes even soldiers participated.

When there are no external enemies, everyone will fight each other, how unhappy it is!

"Gang? That's what little people like us organize to do," the hornless man flattered, "Grandpa, you can't stand it."

The ragtag organization of the hornless people was certainly not what Wato was talking about.

Old Shaq sighed, he was probably banned by Scone's officials again.

There is no place for old guys like them in the new era.

But that’s fine too.

"Is there anyone you think you can't afford to offend?" Wa Dou thought about it.

He missed the opportunity to leave the city with the skeleton group, and it was inconvenient to leave Skun now.

Hiding in this alleyway all the time is not an option. I still have to grab a private house to hide in.

Since there is no need to worry about the disappearing warband, Wa Dou does not intend to provoke the shop. He can only find out if there are any well-known warriors in Sikun Town in recent years, so as not to bump into his home.

"People who can't be offended..." Wujiao is in trouble.

He said to himself that I can't afford to offend anyone here.

But the Hornless Man also knew what this uncle meant, and it was obvious that he wanted to measure it based on the opponent's strength.

But this is obviously because he thinks too highly of himself. How could a small gangster like him come into contact with such a high-level person?

The ones that the Hornless Man has an impression of are either the city lord, a well-known super strong person, or the Ergou or Wang Dan around him who are stronger than him...

Wait, it seems there are really a few.

One is a popular town legend among the Hornless people, that is, a white-haired owner who lives in the longhouse and is said to be a cannibal.

Because of my bad teeth, I like to eat the ones without horns.

There is another one, the madman who released low-level prisoners like himself from the prison tower.

No one knows his specific identity, but judging from his performance, he is definitely a ruthless person above the standard.

Even the old man in front of him should not be his opponent.

The Hornless Man thought so.

After all, the oppression brought upon them by those Shaq brothers who were killed by men in black was actually much higher than that of Wa Dou.

The Hornless Man told everything in detail. In order to prove his worth, he had to add more fuel and jealousy to his words, describing the two people as monsters and ghosts - although in his impression they were the same.

Wa Dou was very calm, knowing that there was exaggeration in the other person's words and not pursuing it further.

"The flat-skinned man in the longhouse is not that big of a deal. He can probably scare these hornless people." He thought to himself, "As for the swordsman in black, he is somewhat interesting."

Although killing a few prisoners is not a big deal, but according to the meaning of the Hornless Man, he actually started the fire?

Then half of my escape and burns were due to him.

If hiding wasn't the top priority, Old Shaq really wanted to meet this little guy and touch his bad luck.

"Tell me about the characteristics of the man in black..." Wa Dou continued to ask, "For example, his face and so on."

The Hornless Man was in trouble again.

The man was extremely cautious. Not only was he wrapped in black clothes, but it was so dark inside the prison that even his outline could not be seen clearly.

The only time he showed up was at the moment when the fire was lit.

"He probably has two eyes and two nostrils, probably two, that is..." The hornless man hesitated and talked nonsense, for fear that Wa Dou would think he was useless and silence him on the spot.

Just when Old Shaq was about to become impatient, the Hornless Man suddenly froze.

He twisted his body desperately and motioned to Old Shaq with his eyes.

Wadou turned around.

I saw a dark figure hanging in the deep alley, like a spider watching its prey.

He was wearing a chain hood and black clothes. He was clinging to the eaves of the house with one hand and holding a piece of yellow paper in the other, as if he was comparing.

After seeing Old Shaq's figure clearly, the shadow nodded: "Catch another one."

A feeble voice came from Wa Dou's feet: "...That's what he is like."