While Zhang Cheng was lying in the warm house enjoying dinner, Gar was leading forty orc warriors who had drunk the spring water, seven ogres, thirty bear goblins, and a full three hundred ordinary goblins who had become hideous and abnormal under the reinforcement of the spring water, and with the cover of the cold wind, approached the camp of a barbarian tribe.

After a period of conquest, he had taken complete control of the territory that belonged to Akar Kaisso, and let those who were willing to sacrifice their loyalty and test the spring drink.

Although in the process, there are many unlucky people with weak constitutions who have been torn alive by the terrifying power, but all those who survive have been strengthened, whether it is strength, agility and physique.

On top of that, there are also orcs, orcs, and goblins who are not very strong and have gained interesting spell-like abilities, some of which can use green flames to scorch enemies, while others can gather terrifying negative energy to cause enemies to die in pain and wailing.

In short, the extra power brought by the spring water is making Gar's army stronger and stronger, even much stronger than when he was under the control of the Shattered Demon Crystal, which makes him more and more convinced that he is following the right master.

"Chief, twenty-five tents in all! no more than two hundred and forty people! no one is defenseless!" a scout gasped and reported.

Although the biting cold wind made him very uncomfortable, his eyes flashed with intense bloodlust and cruelty.

"Very good! According to the plan, first all the tents will be fenced in. Remember, this is the first barbarian tribe we're about to conquer, and hopefully these idiots will be interesting, or I wouldn't mind another way to get them in. With that, a hint of hideousness appeared on Gar's ugly face.

When the surrounding orcs heard this, they all burst into laughter.

Because everyone knows that the integration in the chief's mouth is actually to kill all the men and leave only the fertile women, and then let the strongest warriors repeat ** until they give birth to half-orc offspring of mixed blood.

In a land that is simply beyond the reach of civilization, one tribe annexes another, usually in this way.

Since there is no so-called "reproductive isolation", at most ten years of effort, the annexed tribe will completely disappear, and the surviving women will lose the will to resist in the repeated ravages, and become a reproductive tool and a walking corpse.

The movements of the orcs were fast, and in less than ten minutes, they surrounded the camp of the barbarian tribe from all sides.

At the same time, the barbarians also spotted the enemy pouring out of the darkness and shouted desperately at the top of their voices.

In the blink of an eye, more than forty adult male savages emerged from the tent, each armed with rudimentary weapons and nervous expressions on their faces.

You don't need to ask to know that these are all the warriors of this tribe, and the rest are either women, old and young, sick and disabled.

Seeing this, Gar immediately waved his hand at the warrior behind him.

The latter understood this, and ran quickly to the front of the line, shouting against the bitter north wind: "Listen to the barbarians inside! You are now surrounded! Either drop your weapons and surrender at once, or wait to be slaughtered! I promise you will never have a chance to escape." ”

"Who are you?!, why are you attacking us in winter?" asked a weather-beaten one-eyed warrior in his forties, taking two steps forward.

North of the Ridge of the World, all the tribes have an unwritten rule that they will not attack in winter in order to avoid losing too many people.

"Hmph! We are the servants of the Great Black Dragon King! Decide now! will you submit to our banner to serve your master, or will you disappear forever and become food for hungry beasts?" the orc puffed out his chest, staring at blood-red eyes for an answer.

As long as the other party dares to say half a word, he will be the first to rush in and cut down the enemy's chief with the sharp blade in his hand.

The one-eyed barbarian watched cautiously around him, and after a full minute, he took a deep breath, stood up alone, and roared: "The people of Tampas will not surrender without a fight! I demand a duel! a fair duel one-on-one! The winner gets everything!"

"Hahahaha! Duel, Chief, he actually asked for a duel!" the orc warrior couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He wasn't the only one, all the orc warriors behind him couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh, maybe before drinking the spring water, the barbarians were one of the best warriors in the Far North, but now, they couldn't be the match for the orc warriors.

Gar didn't even intend to make a move himself, but only made a throat-slitting gesture at his subordinates in front of him.

The orc warrior comprehended, drew his two-handed greatsword glowing with cold light, and hooked his fingers with a cruel smile: "Come on! I will make you understand that under the unrivaled power of your master, you are as pitiful as a lamb to the slaughter." ”

"Die!" the one-eyed barbarian was visibly enraged, and Wheels slammed down a hammer made of rough iron.

I have to say that even according to the average smelting level of the Faeron Continent, his weapons are extremely poor, and apart from the weight, there is no merit at all. But even so, there were still a few young savages with expressions of excitement and adoration on their faces.

Because the barbarians of Icewind Dale were originally pure hunters, they couldn't even smelt the most basic bronze, and some spears were simply sharpened sticks, so a hammer made entirely of pig iron was already a powerful weapon.

But what happened next made every barbarian present stunned.

I saw that the orc warrior didn't even dodge, raised his thick left arm and grabbed the hammer that fell from the sky, and then cut the opponent in two with a backhand sword.

"Ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!hh

With a miserable scream, bright red blood instantly sprinkled all over the white snow, and the intestines and internal organs all flowed out.

No barbarian would dare to believe that his powerful leader was killed by an orc without even holding out for a single turn.

But after a short silence, some of the guys who couldn't accept the reality began to get angry, shouting slogans of revenge and charging.

Without hesitation, the orc warrior wielded a giant sword made of stainless steel, killing them all one by one.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen corpses appeared on the snow.

Just as the grieving barbarians were about to make a desperate gamble, a young girl came out of the tent and shouted "Enough! No need to sacrifice any more! We surrender! We surrender ......."

Under her persuasion, the few remaining barbarian warriors finally chose to throw away their weapons and closed their eyes in humiliation.

"Oh, that's funny! How can a woman have such status. After a while, I took the captive and brought her to me. Gar touched the beard on his chin, his eyes shining with sinister and cunning.

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