Smelling the familiar wine mist, the poet\'s heart began to accelerate wildly.

Hearing the wonderful logic, the poet burst into tears.

What belongs to me must be given to me. Who else can it be except him?

Millo, an alcoholic who has been wandering for two years, finally came back.

Sheltai could not see Millo\'s class. He only knew that the other party was a Dionysian believer. The wine fog came fast and thick. It was estimated that it should be up and down the fourth level.

Dionysian believers are elusive. They have means in close combat and long-range combat, and are very good at local control and interference. Even if the other party has only level 4, sheltai dare not be careless. He is ready to use the rules immediately.

"Here and now, bang!"

As soon as sheltai opened his mouth, he was punched on the nose by Millo. Sheltai\'s nose was bleeding. He didn\'t see Millo\'s fist.

Before he recovered, Millo kicked again, and sheltai reluctantly parried. Although he protected his chest, he was overturned to the ground.

This speed! This power! It seems that the class of Dionysian believers is not below themselves.

Sheltai wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. While Millo was not paying attention, he whispered out the rules.

But Millo didn\'t give him the chance to pretend to be dead. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and prepared to mend the knife.

As soon as sheltai rolled, he stood up, but found that the ground suddenly became soft, like a swamp.

After two deep and shallow steps, I found that it was not the ground that softened, but the legs that softened. Sheltai was drunk by the wine mist.

This is one of the most rogue means of Dionysian believers. When you fight him, you have to endure his wine fog. Your opponent may be drunk, but Dionysian believers maintain their best state.

Sheltai turned to run, and Millo came forward and kicked him over.

Sheltai fought back, punched empty, his center of gravity was unstable, and hit the carriage.

Millo mended more than a dozen feet, and Serta broke several ribs and fell to his knees, as if he had lost his resistance.

Millo raised his dagger to cut off his head.

Sheltai wailed, "wait a minute, I have a last word."

"Say it!" Millo hiccupped. He didn\'t know that sheltai was a Cronus believer or what skills the other party had. Few people knew the Cronus believers in this world.

Sheltai took a deep breath. He wanted to launch the sixth level technique and formulate a targeted rule. For example, Dionysian believers could not act, so that he could easily kill the drunkard.

But the drunkard is level 6. The higher the opponent\'s level, the less binding the targeted rule will be. When facing level 6 or above believers, this rule will probably not take effect. Even if it takes effect, it is difficult to completely restrict the opponent\'s actions.

And his physical condition is also very bad. He is already very tired and was seriously injured by Millo. He doesn\'t have enough physical strength to launch the sixth level skill

Thinking, Millo was impatient and wiped his mouth: "are you finished? Leave it to hell."

Seeing that the blade was about to touch his neck, sheltai shouted, "don\'t hurt the surrendered enemy here and now, I surrendered!"

This is an ordinary rule without directivity, and it is also a common rule on the battlefield. It only needs to use second-order skills.

Millo was stunned and found that his dagger couldn\'t be cut down.

What a strange skill. Millo tried it several times, but the dagger couldn\'t cut sheltai\'s neck. It seemed that there was an invisible barrier on him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, sheltai jumped up, jumped on the horse\'s back, and the carriage ran away.

Millo, of course, would not watch him leave. He climbed into the carriage in two steps and quietly looked down on sheltai from the roof.

He didn\'t understand sheltai\'s skills, nor did he know that skills were limited in time and distance, but he understood sheltai\'s words.

Do not hurt the surrendered enemy here and now.

This should be a command with control. As long as you don\'t violate this command, there are still ways to deal with him.

The surrounding wine fog was getting thicker and thicker. Sheltai felt difficult to breathe and his eyes were burning with tears.

There was a ghosting in the scene ahead. No matter how hard sheltai tried, his eyes couldn\'t focus.

The body shook on the horse\'s back, and his skin became seriously numb. Bursts of dry heat surged in his body. In the cold wind of late autumn, he even had the idea of taking off his clothes.

Worst of all, a surge of anger rushed to the top of my head.

A great Duke, a sixth order believer of the king of God, was beaten by a beggar and had no power to fight back. He escaped so embarrassed, but he may not be able to escape.

You can\'t just leave. This is losing the face of the sheltai family and the king of the gods!

Sheltai wanted to fight back. He was going to stop the carriage suddenly, let Millo fall off the roof, and then formulate new rules to kill him with one blow.

But when he looked back and saw Millo\'s gloomy smile, sheltai immediately gave up the idea.

Just now he wanted to fight back. It was a drunken impulse. Once he fought back, he would no longer belong to the person who surrendered, and Millo would no longer give him a chance to live.

Now I calm down because I woke up. Although the other party is a beggar, his class is no lower than himself. Under serious injury, he can\'t have a chance to fight hard.

Let\'s try to scare him away.

"I\'ve surrendered. What else do you want to do!" shouted sheltai. "If you break the rules of the king of gods, you will be severely punished!"

"The rules of the king of the gods? Are you a subordinate of Zeus?" Millo burped. "Although you surrendered, I didn\'t hurt you. I just bought you a drink."

Perfect logic, even sheltai can\'t find any loopholes.

Sheltai knew his drinking capacity very well. He couldn\'t drink any more, or he would fall off his horse.

Millo saw that he was also a smart man and said, "I abide by your rules, and you should abide by my rules."

His rules?

Sheltai remembered his words: the man in the carriage belongs to me, and what belongs to me must be given to me.

Once you leave the poet, your chances of escaping the southwest alive will be greatly reduced.

But if you don\'t give up the poet, the chance of leaving here alive is almost zero.

Sheltai cut off the shaft, gave up the carriage and galloped away on horseback.

Millo did not chase, raised the curtain and saw the poet with snot and tears on his face.

Until sheltai\'s rules failed due to distance, the poet could not speak: "don\'t let him escape, catch him! He is related to Manda\'s territory!"

Millo shook and said, "his territory is none of my business?"

I almost forgot Millo\'s temperament. It\'s enough face to save people. Unless there is a special agreement, he won\'t take the initiative to fight for anyone.

For a long time, the poet suddenly became alert. He hadn\'t seen it for many years. He didn\'t know what Millo\'s position was. In troubled times, it\'s best to be on guard against each other.

"Why did you go back to the seven star mountain?"

Millo Road: "After I finished my promotion, I wandered around. I didn\'t receive the new contract of Dionysus until two months ago. The content of the contract is to protect my family until I get through the disaster. Think about how ridiculous it is. My family did experience the disaster. It was a great famine. They died in the great famine. I have no family. Who else can I protect? I have no other choice You can go where you want to go. Think about the wine of worm. I think you\'d better come back here and rub some money... "

"You have a family." the poet interrupted Millo and took out a badge from his arms. "You are a member of Claude\'s family. Manda told me that as long as you see you, you should bring the badge."