"F*ck! Are these guys insane?" Zhou Feng was getting rather annoyed. His ruthless interrogation during the past few days had subdued those Normans, but little did they know that they captives would just go nuts that very day. He immediately brought a few people up to stop them, either by chopping their hands and feet or stunning them directly.
Xiao Lin let out a long sigh and placed his hand on his forehead. He nearly fell into that woman's trap again and underestimated the loyalty of those people. In other words, he was still miles away from actually understanding their country and their planet.
He initially wanted to ask the man what spell the woman was about to use, but the madness before him was a clear sign that he might not be able get anything if he asked.
His replication duration was not yet up, and for that moment, he could clearly comprehend what the Normans were saying without needing Gu Xiaoyue's translation.
"You blasphemous invaders!"