Chapter 2854 Territory

Phew! Cough!

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and I felt a lot more comfortable. I climbed up from the ground with difficulty, frowned, looked at Poseidon who was looking at me indifferently, grinned and sneered: "The strength is not bad."

Poseidon was quite surprised that the young man was sent flying by his blow but did not die. It was obvious that this young man was far less powerful than himself, and although the blow just now was not considered a full-strength blow, it was still used. At least 80% of the strength. With such power, even if the naval general under his command was hit, he would be disabled without death, but this young man seemed to have nothing wrong with him - except for the hole in his shoulder.

After that, he became even more troubled. What should he do to kill the boy in front of him, that is, me.

Seeing this scene, Shilok laughed, very wildly, and very freely.

Poseidon stopped raising the dung fork again and looked at Sirocco. He was curious as to why this woman was smiling so happily.

Soon, Shilok gave the answer he wanted - "It seems that he doesn't agree, so if you want to marry me, there is only one last way."

Poseidon raised his chin, his arrogant eyes filled with burning desire again: "What is it?"

"Beat me, or beat him."

Sirocco stopped laughing and raised his hand with a serious expression, pointing at Spitz.

"Hey, you woman, why do you want to involve me in this?" Spitz was a little unhappy.

"Because you are a gentleman, and a gentleman has to stand up for women." Shilok chuckled again.

"He is also a gentleman!" Spitz pointed at me and asked, "Why not let him come?"

"He is a warrior." Shilok raised his hand gracefully, shook it twice, and said, "Not a gentleman."

"I'm a fighter too!" Spitz retorted.

Unexpectedly, Shilok actually shook his head: "You are not a soldier, you are at most a strategist. If you don't believe me, ask Bakar."

How could Spitz bother his master with such a trivial matter? He could only accept Shilok's assignment with a grimace. After all, everyone was respectable. If he refused rashly, he would be laughed at.

On the other side, Poseidon saw Spitz walking out of the queue and stood in front of him, and after he opened his posture, he couldn't help snorting and said: "If you are willing to surrender, I will grant you immortality and grant you glory and wealth. At the same time, Enjoy the status of a naval admiral."

"You are really generous and kind," Spitzpi said with a smile: "But I am not interested in any naval general. The only one I want to serve is the great Tyrannosaurus King."

"What a pity." Poseidon actually started to love talents: "With your strength, you should accomplish something great."

"I've already made a big deal," Spitz disagreed.

Poseidon shook his head and said: "Pride and arrogance are the bad habits of mortals. It's a pity."

Spitz was already very impatient. He was too lazy to talk to Poseidon anymore. He grasped the dragon's claws and rushed towards Poseidon.

Hand-to-hand combat has never been Spitz's strong point.

With Spitz's level of hand-to-hand combat, he is at best in the middle and upper reaches of the dragon clan. The dragon that is truly the best at hand-to-hand combat is the mad dragon Hess.

According to Spitz, the mad dragon Hess once smashed the continental plate with a punch in anger. Although this power sounds far less powerful than the tyrannosaurus king Bakar, the latter used the power of the dragon blood, while the former, Just relying on pure brute force to break the ground.

One can imagine how awesome Mad Dragon Hess is in terms of physical combat.

Even in terms of strength alone, Mad Dragon Hess is the only being who can possibly defeat Phoenix.

Note that this is only a possibility, because Spitz cannot judge how powerful Phoenix's real brute strength is. Anyway, so far, she has carried the dragon like a toy doll, and thrown a sand scorpion weighing one or two tons with it. It was like throwing a rag sack, and if the sand scorpion hadn't been so big, she might have thrown the sand scorpion away with her tail between her fingers.

Therefore, in Spitz's eyes, the phoenix is ​​a giant beast with human appearance. It is the only existence that Spitz fears - one of which is the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.

But obviously, Poseidon is no match for the above two in terms of physical combat ability or strength, and his strength is even worse than that of Tyrannosaurus King, so Spitz didn't even think about it. Poseidon took it seriously, but was very interested in his trident.

Swinging the trident away with one punch, Spitz glanced at his fist, suddenly turned his head, and said excitedly to me: "This weapon is actually made of fine gold!"

"Adamantine!" I was surprised: "How luxurious!"

"Yes, it's quite a luxurious weapon," Spitz said, "and it's also very well made. You see, my scales are all punctured."

"Oh, it's really sharp. So, do you need help?" I chuckled, showing my traitorous nature: "Don't worry, the reward is very small, just half a dung fork."

"Get out!" Spitz refused bluntly.

"Tsk, stingy!" I muttered dissatisfied.

"Presumptuous! How dare you insult the God King's artifacts over and over again? I will not let you go. You must die!"

Not far away, the white-skinned man said angrily that he could no longer bear my behavior of referring to the sacred trident as a dung fork. He would use my blood to extinguish the anger in his heart and maintain the sanctity of the trident. image.

Then he played the flute.

Yes, you heard it right, he didn't rush over to kill me, but played the flute at me.

The sound of the flute enveloped me like a tide, and the next second, the illusion pulled me into it again.

This is another piece of my misfortune, another piece of sadness buried deep in my memory.

After I escaped from that small town, I came to the jungle and planned to end my life here. However, a monster suddenly appeared from the forest and forced me to flee. As a last resort, I climbed over the wall at night and entered another small town. town.

Only then did I understand that these high walls were not used to resist the invasion of enemies or refugees, but to resist the terrifying monsters and ferocious beasts running through the woods.

Zephyr Continent has never been a quiet and harmonious world. It is full of countless crises and fears. If you want to survive, you must either seek refuge in the country and receive its protection, or become strong enough.

I was not strong at that time, so I could only rely on the country to ensure my survival.

In fact, I do not reject this kind of life. Although it seems a bit like being imprisoned in a prison where I can move freely, it can give me a sense of security after all. With a sense of security, I can sleep peacefully, even if Just sleeping on the streets.

But sleeping on the street is not something you can just say. Just like the beggar gangs in the ancient times of the Blue Planet, the streets here are also divided into territories.