Chapter three hundred and eight, stupid thief

The long-haired Tusk was furious when he saw that Isreal was making fun of his gang and asked himself if he could eat it, then he shouted at Isreal, "take out all your valuables, or I'll send you to hell! Hurry! "

Isreal did not move a muscle, and continued to pretend to be afraid, saying, "there is nothing of value on me, my hairy-breasted tusk-master. "

Long hair fierce tooth nearly by isriel this sentence to be angry to death, chest hair long tooth... I climb is after another nickname, but also called quite easy-going ...... Calm down after their own feelings, long hair teeth pointing to Isreal angrily said: "IS LONG HAIR TEETH! NOT CHEST HAIR TEETH! "

Isreal looked innocently at the hairy teeth and said, "yes, yes! Not The hairy teeth, but the hairy teeth... " and turning her head to look behind her at the Armstrong, she asked, "am I right? "

The nervous Armstrong, who by this time were already beginning to crack a smile, said, "yes... you're absolutely right. Chest hair and teeth... "

Once again, the hairy tusks were nearly killed by Israel and the Armstrong, growled at Israel and the Armstrong: "I say for the last time it's hairy teeth! Oh, never mind! COME ON, boys! Take these two away from me! "

Hearing the furred teeth say they would take them away, Isreal again assumed a fearful air, and began: "You can not take us away; you take us away, and our master will not find us. He... He will be anxious... "

She smiled when she heard that she and the Armstrong and the master, with the long, fierce teeth, he opened his mouth and said, "ha ha, I knew that there wouldn't be two races in the wilderness alone... it turns out there are masters... who are your masters? Are you rich? "

"My master is a merchant, " Isreal said meekly, leaning back. "He... he has many, many gold coins, " Isreal said, quietly pushing the Armstrong behind him with his hand.

The Armstrong was not strong enough to fight, but he was smart enough to know what he meant, and he said, "No, no, our master doesn't have any money... you... you can't ask him for too much ransom... "

"ransom? Well, that's a good idea! And where is your master? " Continued the TUSK.

"Gone to get us something to eat, " Isreal replied, still pretending to be weak.

After hearing these words, long hair and fierce teeth finally passed the tone, eyes also opened wide, thinking: "This master of two races should be very rich? If I tie him back, the boss will greatly praise me. " Long-haired and fierce-toothed, swinging his great axe before her eyes, "then you two are now kidnapped by us, and let your master redeem you with gold! Come with us, " he said, reaching for Isreal's lapel.

Isreal did not wish to be touched by such dirty hands, and rose to her feet, and said, "I will go with you! " Still in the habit of a young lady.

"Well, that's more like it, " said the long-haired Tusk, as he led Israel and the Armstrong to their hiding-place, "You stay here, " he said to the little bandit he had just beaten, "until their master returns and demands a ransom from their master

The little thief, though he had been beaten, was still very excited. Go Up to long hair fierce teeth and said to long hair fierce teeth: "This ticket is so rich, we ask them more points, want... Ten gold coins? " The little thief hesitated and said he thought a large ransom.

Long-haired fierce teeth had just been angry with Isreal, this time by his own men, and the furious long-haired fierce teeth slapped the little thief on the back of the head again, angrily said: "TEN GOLD COINS! Ten Gold Coins? This ticket is so valuable, you say so! Bastard! Have you seen money? Ask Him for a hundred gold coins! "

It was Israel's turn to die when he heard the big number from long hair and fierce teeth, he thought bitterly, "This group of unsophisticated thieves, an ordinary human race, is worth at least five hundred gold coins, not to mention this Armstrong, who looks like a head, must be doubled at least, plus a The Empress Dowager of me... " . .. "And when she thought of it, Israel could not pretend any longer, "BASTARD! " He howled, "if the ransom is less than five thousand gold pieces, I will not go! "

Shortly after the brigands captured Isriel and the Armstrong, cold Nebula and Celta wind came back with some raspberry bread, there was no sign of Isreal or Armstrong in the woods, but a ragged beggar elephant with a bamboo pole.

The little robber of the family of the giant elephant, who had been left behind, looked at two astonished men coming towards him. One of them was a faery. The little robber of the family of the giant elephant was suddenly confused.

And then you look at the pure and lovely Serta Wind, and the little bandit thinks to himself, is this spirit the master that the two women were talking about, with the terrans and the faeries, is this spirit a terrible character who eats both men and women.

The little bandit had identified Celta Wind as the master of the Armstrong, whom he had just taken, and no one in the world would ever think of faeries as master... But there is some fear of the wind in the hands of the wind in the hands of the bamboo, some guilty to the wind in the wind in the wind in the wind to ask: "You... you are the master of that race and woman? "

"Master of the TERRANS and women? What on Earth is this? " Said Serta Wind, seeing the beggar-like creature speaking to himself in such a tone, although the other side appears to be very low-spirited, but still angered the wind a little unhappy, waving the hands of the Rod of Luna, is about to hit the guy in front.

But Cold Nebula was a delicate soul, and now that both Israel and the Armstrong were gone, the young, down and out elephant was with him, and he thought to himself, "This... Terran and woman? Don't even think about it. It's lsrael and the Armstrong. So this guy says... is it... "

Cold Nebula, hearing these words from the beggar-like man before Him, knew that he had something to do with the disappearance of Isreal and Armstrong, but Isreal's strength had been known to him, neither prudence nor the sledgehammer nor the Arrow were under their own demonic fire, and if Isreal and Armstrong were together, they would both be safe. Still, it's better to ask this guy first!

The little thief stood trembling with his bamboo pole in his hand. He was so frightened that he would start a fight with himself at the sight of Zelta wincing. He had no sense of parry or evasion, the color of the torn trousers gradually deepened, the foot more a pool of smelly water.

Seeing the staff of the wind-blown Luna coming down, the cold nebula reached out and grabbed the wind-blown Selta and said, "wait, he's still useful. "

Hearing the command of the Cold Nebula, Celta wind had no choice but to put down the walking stick of Luna, a face of disgust looked at the already frightened urine of the elephant robber, looked at the momentum of the surging toward his feet of "spring" to, still full of rage, Serta Wind gave the elephant bandit a kick, kicking him out and leaving him standing in a dry place.

Cold Nebula sighed and said to himself, "when did this Celta wind... become so violent? " He stepped forward, looking at the little bandits rolling on the ground, they asked, "who are you? "fortunately, the Cold Nebula had just pulled the breath of CERTA, otherwise this foot down, also is not this long-term malnutrition small thief can bear, although this foot was removed most of the strength, but still kicked small thief not light, see cold nebula asked himself, may be afraid of being beaten again, endure the pain out of breath said: "I. . . ... My name is.. ...... SHORT-NOSED, banana-eating elephant... ... The fearsome band of bandits ...... The people of this country."

Cold Nebula a listen to originally is bandit group, a hanging heart put down, but the name of this bandit group is really a bit, too much... Well, with this guy's name on the side, it doesn't seem like too much.

The robbers have taken Isreal and all they ask for is money. It seems that Isreal and the Armstrong will be safe for a while, but with Isreal's strength, how many men would it take to trap a thief like that? Besides, there was no evidence of any large-scale fighting. Could it be that there were also brave men among the BA BA bandits? Or is it Shiryō, the Mage, the demon, the strong one? To Knock Isriel out in an instant? Concerned about the cold Nebula, he asked his banana-snout, "then what are you doing here? "

"is... long hair fierce tooth leader... let me stay here with... with you... you want ransom. " Love Banana short nose difficult return to the cold nebula problem.

"Long Hair teeth? What kind of name do you elephant people take? Never Mind, is he a very powerful person? " Cold Nebula narrowed his eyes and asked carefully.

"Yes, the leader of the long-haired and ferocious teeth is the second most powerful man in our fierce band of bandits. He is very powerful! " The banana-eating short-nosed man seemed to be somewhat proud of his boss, it doesn't seem so painful anymore.