Batu, who was blind in one eye, threatened fiercely in contrast to him.
"My god, he's the son of the Barbarian Chieftain?!"
"We can't let him die, if he dies, we will all be buried with him."
"The Barbarian Chieftain is terrifying, when he gets angry, he's as fierce as a man-eating lion, capable of wiping out an entire army."
"Let him go, I don't want to die."
"There's no good end to being against the barbarians."
The merchant hiding in the dark, who watched this heart-pounding scene, trembled with fear on hearing these words.
"Hahaha, did you hear that? No one dares to go against the barbarians. Let us go now, or else, when the Chieftain gets angry, none of you will be able to escape."
Batu listened and laughed smugly.
Only his head was exposed, his right eye bloody like a fountain, painting half of his face red, looking extremely terrifying.
His laughter was even more creepy.
Even in the dark of the night, when the view was not clear, it was still repulsive.