flstandardbreds Chapter 139 Why Are You Just Watching?!
Chapter 139 Why Are You Just Watching?!
The elders' decision was quite in line with the wishes of most villagers.
The villagers, who were already restless, immediately became excited, and everyone enthusiastically offered their own plans and methods for dealing with Lin Hun:
"Gulu!" (Yes! Kill him!)
"Gululu!" (I'm going to chop off his head and dig a hole in it!)
"Gu!" (Why are you chopping? I'm going to dig a hole while he's still alive!)
"Gululu!" (Well said! That's what we should do!)
"Gulu!" (I'll hang his headless body upside down!)
. . . . . .
When they were excited, they even patted their companions on the shoulders excitedly.
Even though his skin and flesh were thick enough after the deformation, the huge force still hurt his companion so much that he grimaced and gasped.
However, under the pressure of the authority of the elders in front of them, they could only glare at the guys around them.
Since the anger could not be released internally, it could only be directed at Lin Hun, the hunter. They gritted their teeth and wished they could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.
In Lin Hun's eyes, there was nothing wrong with the elder's actions. His side already had an absolute advantage in numbers. In this nightmare without weapons with large-scale damage, there was nothing else to talk about. Even if Lin Hun himself were to stand in the elder's position, he would probably choose to crush the enemy directly.
Lin Hun was not affected by them and listened carefully to the villagers' methods of torture, as if their target was not himself.
To these villagers who have never seen the world, the old hunter's methods are the cruelest and most painful, so their methods always carry the shadow of the old hunter.
Lin Hun can understand the old hunter's methods more realistically through the perspective of someone who has experienced it firsthand.
"Gulu!" (Elder!)
Machete took a step forward, trying to make a final effort.
"No need to say more."
It was not the elder who stopped the machete fishman, but Lin Hun who had been watching from behind. He patted the machete fishman on the shoulder and walked past him with a shield in his hand.
Lin Hun saw that the elders in the village had different beliefs from the priests at the seaside. This one cared more about power, status and dignity. Machete was just a small fishman guarding the village gate. In the eyes of the elders, he might be just like a watchdog. He had no right to speak.
Those in a higher position will not listen to the opinions of those below them, let alone care about their thoughts; only force and struggle can pull them down from their self-righteous power.
"Gulu!" (Ahai! What are you waiting for? Why are you just watching? Have you really betrayed me?)
The elder was no longer as calm as before, and shouted loudly in frustration.
The already restless mood of the villagers behind was ignited by the elder's anger.
Or loudly accuse, "Gulu!" (Ahai! Are you really in cahoots with the hunters?)
Or gently persuade, "Gululu." (Ahai, come back soon, we will all accept you.)
"Gulu?" (Everyone... everyone... why can't you understand me?)
Kandao's upright spine gradually bent, and his spirit gradually weakened with each word - everyone in the village had already regarded him as an opponent.
"Ugh--"
All Lin Hun could do at this moment was to sigh. No matter if he comforted Kandao or helped him refute even the smallest detail, it would only deepen the villagers' imagination and make them more distrustful of him.
Just like Lin Hun's simple words and ordinary gesture to the Chopper Fishman just now, the eyes of the villagers in the crowd who were originally looking at the Chopper Fishman have changed from gentle to somewhat unfriendly.
Now, even if the machete fishman returns to the villagers, he will only be greeted with suspicion and slander. Even if he is the one who kills Lin Hun in the end, the result will be the same. His return to the village will only make people wary of whether he has ulterior motives.
Prejudice is a mountain. Once it is established, it is not easy to flatten it.
"It's my fault for not thinking things through. When I first met you, I should have sent you out of the dream directly. Then maybe you wouldn't have to face so much criticism."
Looking at the distorted profile of the machete fishman, Lin Hun did not hide his mistake and took the initiative to admit it.
The machete fishman's body stiffened.
The next second, he suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Lin Hun's face, his arm muscles bulged as he grabbed behind him, and the shriveled muscles on his face gradually twisted.
The inhuman appearance became even more hideous, and the grievances burned through the few strings that were in short supply.
"Gulu!!!" (It's you! It's you! It's all your fault!)
In a flash, the machete fishman's strength suddenly exploded. He grabbed the machete behind him and chopped it on Lin Hun's neck.
The torn strips of cloth slowly fell like leaves.
Having abundant reason and emotion in a nightmare is not necessarily a good thing. The physical torture may still be within the tolerance of the machete, but the accusations from his fellow villagers are like sharp knives stabbing into his heart, causing unbearable pain.
The ferocity of the machete fish man's attack was beyond the villagers' expectations. The whole place was silent for a moment. They stared at Lin Hun's neck with their eyes wide open, looking up and standing on end, waiting for the dazzling flash of blood to join the quagmire of hatred.
Even the elder stopped twisting his body and stood still, looking forward.
"clang--"
Lin Hun remained motionless and calmly paid for his mistake.
Only a spark burst out from Lin Hun's neck, and the machete fishman's pupils dilated, staring at the scene in front of him in amazement.
Koste deliberately melted the bones of his body and placed them in these parts in order to resist attacks on vital points. At this moment, the machete was far from being able to break through the defense in terms of both strength and speed.
"Gululu!" (How is it possible!!!)
The machete-fishman swung his knife wildly, slashing at both sides of Lin Hun's neck with his forehand and backhand. He wanted to prove his position to everyone.
With each burst of power, the already curled scales were blown away, the burned skin was torn, and frequent sparks continued to ignite.
"Gulu——" (Forget it——it seems that Ah Hai has betrayed me. Kill him and that damn hunter together!)
Waving to the crowd, the elder walked into the crowd along the same path he came from. When the corner of his clothes disappeared, the gap between the crowds naturally healed.
Ever since the priest left the village, he has become second only to the man in the village. How could he be willing to rush to the front with those peasants to fight with the hunters?
With a position as high as his, he naturally had to stay at the rear to prevent the hunters from escaping.
The greater the hope, the more intense the anger when failing. The fruitless attack of the machete fishman not only failed to prove his innocence, but also aroused the murderous intent in the hearts of the villagers.
The old hunters had been banished from the nightmare for too long and had not seen blood for too long.
After receiving the order from the elder, the fishmen holding harpoons could no longer bend their waists backward due to their deformed bodies. They could only bend their arms and throw harpoons at the two people in front of them.
They no longer cared about the machete fishmen from the same village. They just wanted to kill the hunters and see the blood flow like a river.