"The whole world is in the hands of the invincible Romans, land, oceans, stars, but they still seem to be unsatisfied" - 1st century playwright Petonius

The leader angrily lifted Karabis who was leaning on the ground with one hand, "Don't touch me, I'm hitting the sword!" Karabis was still shouting.

"Don't move, it's just being stabbed by the hilt of the sword. The man is such a fragile thing." Karabis finally heard the Greek word that the messenger leader who had thrown away the iron-faced armor was Banban's neat woman's voice.

Under the moonlight, the person opposite was clearly a heroic girl with a fiery red hair like a waterfall, white skin, and gazelle-like eyes. She was wearing fish scale armor on the upper body, and a short skirt and long boots on the lower body. She looked at Karabis who was pulled up by herself with contempt.

At this time, Karabis felt that his feet were not on the ground and he was swaying on the ground, making it cool. He tried hard to stretch his toes, but he still couldn't reach the ground.

A man of 1.75 meters was carried in the air by a tomboy in armor of less than 1.7 meters.

The night wind was coming, and Karabis was still in the air, his feet were shaking, shaking...

"The wind tonight is a little noisy." Karabis said slowly, tears flowing down his eyes.

The red-haired leader probably felt annoyed, so he finally threw Karabis on the ground, then hummed, walked to a tree opposite, pulled her chain axe off, and then the tall and short ones walked down, and they all took off their cloaks and armor. They were all tomboys. The one holding the iron rod had a pair of black-haired ponytails, which were three and a half feet (about one meter eight); the one who was good at using bows and arrows was a blonde with many small braids, with a thin figure and a deep and quiet pupil.

"Queen Helenputina, this man can kill him when he sees our appearance." After the blonde said that, he raised the Scythian bow and aimed at Karabis sitting on the ground.

Suddenly, Karabis felt how kind and kind Adianna was.

"Elkapa, what a pity. Let me cut off his hands and feet and keep them for the seeds." The black-haired and ponytailed girl said cheerfully, then pulled out her sword and walked towards Karabis, just like a rural housewife looking at a wind chicken on the chopping board.

"Stop, Ella, we still need him for the time being. The woman we want was kidnapped by an unknown attacker, and he was the woman's servant slave, keeping him." The red-haired Helenputina said lightly, then layered the chain axe back to her belt.

The three tomboys tied Karabis into rice dumplings, put them on the horse's back, and chased them along Adiana's ruts. Karabis's face was down, all filled with blood. He tried his best to speak, and shouted in Greek: "Aren't you waiting for the Third Regiment to go together?"

The only answers to him was the whistling sound of the wind passing by his ears.

What about Queen Helenputina and two other tomboys who killed without blinking. If Karabis guessed correctly, they were the most mysterious tribes of ancient times, living in the deep forest between the Black Sea and the Caucasus ridges, Amazon. But weren’t they destroyed by Hercules in the legend? It seems that the legend is a legend, which is very tragic, and I was so hurt by their means today. It seems that this mysterious tribe is now hired by Marca, the governor of Bosphorus.

After a while, Helenputina jumped off the horse and threw Karabis to the ground. Karabis rolled twice, and her head was up. She saw the blurry stars among the tall trees and the full moon that was yellow and red. It seemed that these female devils and tomboys were tired of tracking and were about to stop and rest.

Then he heard the rapid gasp of the Amazon queen next to him, and there was something like that, that, gasping... Karabis turned his face and saw that the other side was a little flushed, covering his undulating chest uneasyly, as if he was extremely tired. The other two jumped off the horse, the small blond man, El Capa, looked up at the red moon in the night sky, frowned, and held Helenputina who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "The will of Goddess Diana has come to the head of our tribal queen again. This is fate."

Helen Putina's small nose was covered with fine beads of sweat. She nodded with difficulty, indicating that she agreed with El Capa's opinion and bit her white teeth, "Damn it, why was it at this time that a red full moon appeared..."

"Don't doubt Diana, Helen Putina, this is the revelation of the Red Moon. If you don't respect it, the tribe will be condemned by God!" Ella shouted loudly.

"There's no way!" Helenputina made up her mind and turned her head to stare at Karabis with her radiant eyes.

Karabis was tied up with his hands and feet, looking like he was naughty, and then Helenputina was discouraged again, "Does the priests have to use this humble and lowly man? Why not a hero, why not a noble, why not a king? But he is a slave!"

"But now I go to the market in Gelgarians, the Caucasus and then look for it, it's too late!" El Capa suggests.

"A urgent matter is urgent. Didn't Goddess Diana choose a hunter?" Ella was a little impatient.

Oh my god, sacrifice is similar to the "living sacrifice ceremony" of the Aztecs. The gods used to please these female Amazon warriors, the goddess Diana, hunting and harvesting. Yes, these barbaric and incredible things, Karabis, the former Karabis, or Li Bida, a linguistic student at University X, were disdainful of them at all, but now he believed that nothing could not happen in this wild world. Moreover, Helenputina's dissatisfaction with him as a sacrifice was also understood by Karabis, just like the Aztec people sacrifice, the people who were killed to sacrifice to heaven were all noble and voluntary outstanding people, but he was just a slave. Thinking of this, Karabis felt a little sorry for Helenputina.

But the situation did not allow him to think so much. Ella came and slowly untied Karabis' rope, "Please, let me be happy at that time." This was Karabis's last request.

Ella patted Karabis's shoulder, almost shattering his bones, and agreed. Then Ella dragged Karabis's feet one hand and walked forward. Karabis's head rubbed against the dead leaves on the ground, "I'm going to face death soon. Has my life traveled to this world ended in a confused way?" As she thought, she thought of Adianna, Porty, Demethlius, Lukulas, and even Highbrida... Tears couldn't stop flowing down.

When he arrived at a relatively close place of several trees, Ella looked and pulled Karabis' limbs into a "big" shape, and each hand and foot was tied to a tree root. Then Ella took out his sword, threw it, and then caught it. Karabis's heart tightened and his eyes closed, and his hands and scripts could hold the rope tied to it tightly, "It's over, it's over."

A "sharp" sound.
Chapter completed!