Swordsman Without Friends
Bondslave.

This big tall man in short-sleeved white clothes rubbed his dirty crested sideburns into the muddy soil, because having to dig the tomb hole as quickly as possible not only made his body and clothes covered with wet soil, but also his body and clothes were covered with dirt and dirt, his fierce look also increasingly looks chaotic.

This big man walked back and forth in the hut room.he clearly felt uneasy and panicked.His mouth was nagging something unclear. once again his eyes glanced at the figure of the pale dark-clothed youth whose dirty body was covered in wet muddy soil.

If someone else saw him, it would have thought it was just a corpse because there was no longer a breath of life on him. buried in the ground for almost a full day makes even the strongest people must be out of breath. even so, the brewok man remains convinced that the young man who was last night just removed from the grave can still live.

Not because this young man is the 'Devil of Lonely Limp' or 'Broker Without Friends' who is the heir to the knowledge of five black school leaders and has a very high science of magic, except for the reason that the two veteran people who had ordered him to change the body of this young man with a fake corpse were none other than the couple of the 'Bankoton Fleas' and 'Old Shame.!'

The half-life Brewok whose body still looked muscularly burly was none other than the 'White Tiger Warrior'. the secret eyes of the 'Demon Gate' party'. it was unexpected that it turned out that his actions were two-faced by binding a secret agreement with 'Satan Pincang Loner' somehow they could know.

Even though a pair of strange-bodied grandparents tall big fat and skinny little crispy had long been lonely and no longer involved with party affairs, but the big name of the two of them as the two of the four main elders of the Gapura Devil party still made everyone's soul tremble.even reportedly, he said., the members of the Demon Gate themselves were more afraid of them than the other two elders.

''Do you know the punishment if the party Gapura Devil to know your crazy deeds that include this great betrayal.?'' gertak the Frog. ''Only an idiot and tired of living would dare to do so.'' Old Benalu timpal on the White Tiger Swordsman when the two first caught his act.

Though at that time he had just passed down from Ciremai mountain after beheading Nyai Incense Tumbal also met with Pranacitra. although consciously will not be able to escape the death penalty but the White Tiger Swordsman also never give up. by herding hard he recklessly hit the Ticks and Benalu with all the power of his knowledge.

No responsibility his two greatest moves directly deployed in succession to be able to hold these two main elders of the Gapura Devil party.first he launched the 'White Tiger God Storm Roar' style' which was soon followed by the movement 'Tiger Lightning Enters the Earth'. The awesomeness of this combined style is really thrilling.!'

When the lance-eyed tiger's head clasped in his hand grabbed from the air, rolling hot wind kicked like a tantrum punting a pickaxe. the shadow of a giant white tiger covered in flashes of lightning that also accompanied the ready to swallow the target.

A powerful explosion occurred to tear down a cliff on the mountain slope.the ground rocks and trees crackled broken and then fell swept by the power of the movement.Dust of sharp pebbles flew over cover the eyes. the two old men vanished without a trace, even so the White Tiger Swordsman's instincts said that the opponent couldn't possibly die that easily.

By mustering all the remaining strength he again stormed with a combination of two similar styles no matter where the opponent was now. as a swordsman who has the soul of a male tiger hunter this person can feel the threat or prey around him. spear head machetes blasting and read out to the eight winds.!

'Whuuutt., wheeess., shaatt.!'

'Sheeett., kraaass., braaakk.!'

The rampage of the lance-eyed spear of the tiger's head made the surroundings of the place as if it had just been hit by an earthquake and swept away by the storm surge. in the middle of the vortex of magic power that erodes nature is seen the figure of the body of the White Tiger Swordsman who stood sculpting with his hands tightly blocked the handle of his weapon.

From the heavy snort of breath that came out it was obvious that this person had run out of energy.The most shocking thing was that it was only three steps away from behind this person's back, among the slash of ground dust that was still rolling faintly saw two figures of large and small bodies standing there.

''Survival is difficult while dying is too easy. For us it is very easy to kill you. If the head of the Demon Gate hears all your deeds, the lightest you will be skinned alive. at that time even if you want to kill yourself because you cannot withstand the torment of pain that affects your entire body also still cannot.

''The last person who experienced it as I remember could only wail in every breath begging to be killed. but he could only feel his skin and flesh peeled with a knife by the scribes as they peeled the fruit.and so on day by day until their blood and flesh were gone..''

''They will not die quickly because they have been crammed with body-boosting drugs first so that their brain and body consciousness will continue to live. thus the condemned man could only hope that death would come soon to fetch him, but unfortunately, the more he wished to die the longer he lived in torture..'' add the Old Benalu while devouring the thighs of fried chicken taken from his large shirt bag.

''But the recklessness of this man to betray is quite surprising to me, silat he has quite well. People like this we can still maintain.'' said the Kutu and colleagues. when speaking of such a heinous torture, these two elders of the strongest black-flow party of the Demon Gate spoke calmly as if they were all commonplace.

Of course the White Tiger Swordsman could only shiver in fear.At any length of time he was still an ordinary man. he also wants to choose suicide now rather than having to live the rest of his life with endless torment like that. unfortunately he could only hope because his entire body and consciousness had vanished without remaining.

When he regained consciousness he found himself lying in a wooden hut in the middle of the forest, and there was no one there except the table of chairs and the wooden bed on which he lay. the light of the oil lamp from the lighted castor fruit seeds can show the entire room of the hut.this also indicates that the occupants have just left.

Except for his body that felt very weak and sick there was no longer any shortage. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the object on the wooden table. not a bundle containing the head of Nyai Incense Tumbal or his tiger machete-edged spear weapon that is considerate, but a scroll of mustache cloth that overcame his weapon.

Inching the White Tiger Swordsman stood up from his bed.Thus he turned to sit on a wooden chair.although he hesitated at last he took also a roll of seedy cloth in front of him. when opened in it there is a writing that even though it is very ugly but with great difficulty can still be read.

''A Flea needs the body of a living creature as food as well as its nest.So does Benalu, he needs a lush tree trunk for his life. fleas and parasites can suck out the essence of the life of any creature that he occupies without them being able to fight it. You can choose to be a place to play both of us Kutu and Benalu or mampus.!''

Unknowingly his great body trembled, although it was not clear yet, the White Tiger Swordsman realized that from this moment on he would be a slave to the Old Benalu and the Frogs of the Frogs. under the threatening letter, there are still some clues that he must do.

This man was shocked when he learned that almost all the secret orders of the two main elders of the Gapura Devil party were actually related to the safety of the cripple who became his partner. even though his life is now safe, he does not know whether to be grateful or to berate.

Once again the eyes of the man looked at the young man on the bed and around the room hut.even though the incident had been past a few months but still he felt scary if he remembered it, he said, because this wooden hut was the witness when he became a slave to the mounts of the Ticks and Benalu.

Suddenly the burly back of this person felt shudder and goosebumps, he slowly turned his body. for some time there stood an old gaunt little old man and a strangely tall fat grandmother with a mouth gnawing at a big goat's thigh.

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