Chapter 4463 Qian'er Is Short-Sighted

The child said nothing.

She was not stupid enough to tell her sister the truth.

At this moment, people in the temple also rushed over.

This temple has a brilliant name. In fact, it is a place specially designed to hold sacrificial rituals. There are usually more than a dozen servants and attendants, fifty or sixty guards, and it is also where the maids and maids who serve the gods live.

The high priest's home was not far from here.

When the high priest heard that his son was attacked by enemies in the village, he immediately ordered people to ring bells and drums, waking up all the people in the village.

Except for the old, weak, women and children, all healthy men who could pick up weapons woke up from their sleep, put on their clothes, picked up the weapons at hand, and hurried over.

When they saw the formation of these two thousand people, they were shocked, and for a while no one dared to step forward.

The total number of clan members in their entire village is only about 3,000. If we exclude the old, weak, women and children, we don't know how many are left.

The two thousand warriors mentioned by the high priest were indeed there, but that was in the past when the Uzbek tribe was prosperous.

Now, only he knows how much water there is in it.

Hundreds of soldiers in armor were still surrounding Xiaozhuang, beating them violently.

Soldiers were constantly being thrown out, and new ones were immediately added.

If the fight continues like this, even if Xiaozhuang has the strength to overcome the critical situation, he will still be consumed to death by this wheel of battle.

Qian'er was already anxious.

When she was a child, she stared at embroidery and books. Her eyes were slightly short-sighted and she couldn't see clearly at a distance.

Besides, it was late at night.

She grabbed the child's hand and whispered: "Are you still fighting? The theatergoers are not here, so let's take it easy."

"Who said the theatergoers didn't come?" The child glanced at his sister, "When I saw you, you seemed to have a little astigmatism, didn't you? Is that old man in white robe the high priest?"

Qian'er tried hard to identify it: "Yes."

"Wait, then."

"Is Xiao Zhuang injured?" Qian'er asked.

"With so many people hitting him, if he doesn't get hurt, it would be too fake."

"Is the injury serious?" Qian'er asked hurriedly.

"Sister, don't worry, neither the waiter nor I will take the life of the future eldest brother-in-law." The child said with a smile, "But he will definitely have to suffer. Who calls him a waste? He has been in the Uzbek tribe for so long and hasn't come back. I've caused something to happen to you, sister. This beating is a light one!"

Qian'er looked at the bustle below and felt anxious.

Fortunately, the high priest did not keep her anxious for long.

The high priest was neither short-sighted nor astigmatic. He held the servant's hand and hurried over. At a glance, he saw his son Luang Bo, covered in blood, being surrounded by hundreds of people.

The old man's blood pressure soared immediately.

He suppressed his dizziness, grabbed the servant's wrist tightly, and shouted: "Stop, stop!"

"They can't hear you if you call like that." A soft voice came into his ears.

The high priest turned his head and discovered that there was a black horse not far away. Sitting on the horse was a young man with an angled chin. He looked leisurely, as if he was on an outing.

"Who are you? Why do you come to make trouble in our village of the Wu tribe?" the high priest asked sternly, "No matter what the problem is, let them stop first! Otherwise, even if we, the Wu tribe, are small, we will not be able to fight with you. live!"

The waiter chuckled lightly, suddenly flew up, tapped his toes on the heads of the Forbidden Army soldiers, used the force to fly to the middle of the battle group, aimed at the black-robed figure, and struck down hard with the heavy sword in his hand——