The sky in the rainy season is always unpredictable. A moment ago it was sunny, but in an instant it was cloudy. Dark clouds cover the sun, darken the earth, and cast shadows in the hearts of men.

Following Ozoma's shout, Bertard instantly raised his bronze sword and stood in front of His Highness. Toltek drew out his baton and stood behind His Highness. Keka put his hand on the battle stick at his waist. He wanted to draw his weapon and defend the warchief. But after glancing at the vigilant Heilang general, he put down his hands again, just stood there, motionless.

Shulot looked puzzled. He turned his head, glanced at the old priest Thea lightly, and then looked at A Nuo who fell on the ground.

"How is this going?"

Facing the sudden change, the old priest Taiya was at a loss. He fell to his knees in fear, kowtowed vigorously, and shouted anxiously.

"Ah! Your Majesty, Arnold, he, he, he has worked diligently in the past few months, worked **** spring farming, and believed in the Lord God...he, he is not an assassin!"

The accident happened suddenly, and Asholot was in a daze the whole time. He resisted the pain of being kicked in the abdomen, and said tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, I, I am not..."

"He's a real redhead hunter!"

Ozoma was decisive. He waved his arm lightly, pointing at Ashurot's red hair with his baton.

"Witness of the Lord God! Your Majesty, look at the color of this hair, it is the real wasteland dye! Coca must be able to see it too!...He is a red-haired hunter who hides his identity, sneaking into your side pretending to be stupid, plotting evil!"

"Huh? Coca, tell me."

Keka took a step forward with both hands empty. He widened his eyes and glanced at Ashurot's hair. Then, he closed his eyes, shook his head, took another step forward, and looked carefully again.

"Er... Honorable warchief, this is indeed the dye of the wasteland."

Then, Keka grabbed Asholot's right hand, looked at the thick calluses formed on the index finger and **** of the opponent's long-term archery, and replied affirmatively.

"Great Chief, he is an elite red-haired hunter!"

Asholot suddenly trembled all over, his face ashen. he said tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, I am a red-haired hunter, but I am not an assassin..."

Shulot frowned, staring at the disgraced Guajili head in front of him. he asked in a deep voice.

"Arnold, who are you?"

"I... I am a prisoner of the Eastern Dogborn. I broke up on the night when the sky fire hit, and was captured by His Majesty's legion. Afterwards, I was organized into the banner team and went south, crossed the river, and settled here... "

Asholot told the facts in a nutshell, with an extremely sincere expression, tears were about to fall from his eyes.

"I... I escaped from His Majesty's military service, because I don't want to hold a bow and fight anymore, I just want to farm and die in peace... I have always been honest and responsible, and I didn't know about the recommendation by the priest of Taiya... Your Majesty, I'm really not an assassin! I don't even have a dagger on me!"

Listening to Asholot's sincere narration, Shulot was a little moved. He glanced at Hei Lang calmly, and the other party took a step forward, and groped Ashurot's body carefully. Afterwards, Hei Lang replied respectfully.

"Your Highness, there is indeed no weapon on him."

The king nodded slowly. He watched Asholot's expression, and he didn't see a trace of lying, only the grievance and fear on his face. The king sighed softly.

"Arnuo, you were defeated and captured. You were afraid of fighting and escaped military service. According to the law, you should have been executed!...But seeing that you performed well and believed in the Lord God, you can reduce your punishment appropriately...Come here, tie him up Arise, and give thirty lashes!"

Asholot lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't resist, and was obediently **** by the guards. Then, a weapon took out a long whip, with a solemn expression, and swung it down fiercely.

"Woo..."

Accompanied by the crackling sound, severe pain came from behind. Ashurot gritted his teeth hard, and didn't scream, but just let out a painful and deep whine, like a wounded wasteland coyote.

"Well, it's a man."

Seeing Asholot's tenacious performance, Xiulot nodded secretly, feeling a little more talented.

By the time the real 30 whips were drawn, Ashurot was already drenched in sweat and covered in blood. He was almost paralyzed on the ground, unable to move his fingers.

Shulot took a step forward, looked into Ashurot's eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Arnold, these 30 lashes are your punishment for escaping military service. But the light of the Lord God will illuminate every believer and give them a chance to save themselves! My previous promise is still valid. You will be degraded, but still You are a servant of the Lord God. From today onwards, you will serve as the first-level preaching priest of the nearby Guajili village! You must always keep the Lord God’s teachings in mind, and use a pious heart to guide more Guajili people to join the Lord God embrace!"

"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity and kindness! Arnold, with a guilty heart, follow His Majesty's will and spread the glory of the Lord God!"

Seeing the turning point, the old priest Thea quickly stepped forward to pull Anuo, took him with him, and saluted His Majesty together.

"...Thank you for your generosity and kindness...I will follow your will and spread the glory of the Lord God...Praise the Lord God!"

Asholot was limp and weak, and was pulled by Tai Ya to salute. He endured the severe pain all over his body, and repeated tremblingly. After being tortured like this, half of his life was lost, but fortunately, he was finally out of danger. Damn, I can't live through this day. When Chief Death God left and he recovered from his injuries, he immediately got a small boat and fled to the other side of the river!

"Well. Praise the Lord God! Let's stop here for today's inspection."

Xiuluo nodded. After encountering this encounter, he no longer had the interest to stay. Before leaving, the king took another look at A Nuo who was covered in injuries. Feeling compassionate, he said to the warrior commander.

"Bothard, wash his wound and apply the royal wound medicine. There should be no herbal medicine in the village. It is the rainy season. If the wound is not treated properly, once it becomes infected and festers, it will be hopeless."

"Your Highness is merciful!"

Bertard saluted deeply from the bottom of his heart. Then, the samurai commander ordered two buckets of well water to be taken, and then, under Asholot's terrified eyes, washed it directly on him!

"don't want..."

The turbulent water washed A Nuo, who was unable to move, and washed his dusty face clean. Ozoma watched this scene with great interest, and then his eyes widened instantly.

"ah?!"

Ozoma opened his mouth in surprise like a monkey, and his mouth became a capital "O". Looking at A Nuo's face, he was shocked and even stuttered. This, this is someone he never thought would appear here!

"...Yes, it's you?!"

Then, in just an instant, Ozoma realized that this was a great achievement! He raised his baton again, pointed at the pale Arnold, and shouted excitedly.

"Haha! What Arnold, you are Asholot! You are Chief Red Newt! You are indeed an assassin!...Say! You deliberately approached His Majesty, are you planning to avenge Chichika!"

"No, I am not..."

Asholot wanted to cry but had no tears, and argued weakly.

"You are! Even if your face turns into ashes, I can still recognize it!"

Ozoma looked excited. What could be more pleasant than catching an old enemy with his own hands? He immediately knelt down in front of the king and replied.

"Your Majesty! He is the missing chief of the Red Newt, the second chief of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's eastern dog descendants after Chichika, Asholott!"

"Asholot!"

Shulot was shocked. In the Nahua language, "Asholot" is a salamander that can regenerate limbs, and "Shorot" means death and new life. These two names are closely related, and even have similar symbols in religion. Therefore, he always remembered the missing chief red salamander.

"Kaka, is he Chief Red Newt?"

The red frog chief Keka stepped forward again, looking at Asholot's appearance repeatedly. He hadn't seen Chief Red Newt since the southern invasion went smoothly last year and the East and West were separated. Fate is always fickle! Unexpectedly, they met again, more than a year later, in the south far away from the wilderness, with such identities!

Keka stared at it for a while, feeling emotional in his heart. He took a long breath and bowed his head to report back to the great chief.

"Great chief, he is indeed the leader of the famous red salamander in the wasteland, the immortal and wise Asholot!"

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