In the city of Bornburg.

The tribal chieftain Ugg had a gloomy face.

The news has been released, but the person he wants to see still hasn't come.

Many of the barbarian masters in ambush were completely useless, and even the legion attacks he had prepared were difficult to use.

"Tanu, is your son Wozzak disappointed that he didn't come?"

Ugg raised his heavy axe and snarled with a sinister grin before looking at Tanu as he was dragged to the execution table.

At this time, Tanu was unkempt and wore ordinary coarse cloth clothes.

He opened his tired eyes and looked at the weak immortal in front of him.

If he wishes, the difficulty of killing the opponent is zero.

But the heir cannot be supported by him for the rest of his life.

Having been in this world for more than a thousand years, he has seen the ups and downs of the barbarian tribes.

Ugg wasn't good as a tribal chieftain, but he wasn't too bad either.

At least he had been able to tolerate the other party's domination before.

The other tribe is almost the largest barbarian group in the Eastern Continent, ruling the barbarian class with violence and surviving with violence.

The barbarian's greatest capital comes from the body.

A robust body.

They are stronger than many races.

This also gives the barbarians the capital to bully.

Barbarians are not good at magic, but not other races are good at magic.

Human, elf, orc, minotaur......

It's always the majority who aren't good at magic.

Moreover, the barbarian has the favor of heaven, and his body can bear some magical power to a greater or lesser extent.

This made the barbarians survive more by plunder.

The tribes of Ug are the best of the marauders.

As long as you follow Uger, you will be well fed and have clothes to wear.

"But that's not how our civilization should be."

The Uger ruled in a manner no different from that of the barbarians of previous generations, even the dynasty that Tanu had previously founded.

Survive on plunder, maintain rule through violence.

This violence is not only directed against outsiders, but also against barbarians from within.

Anyone who disagrees is an outlier.

Kill, or banish.

Unsociable barbarians can only become wanderers, or form new tribes for revenge.

This also leads to more contradictions.

Centuries of endless war have brought the barbarians to the brink of destruction.

This best-developed tribe of barbarians is not even a small city as human.

Cities are the best embodiment of this kind of domination.

Tanu looked at the tattered stone city.

Many more people just shelter themselves from the wind and rain with some rags.

As long as he listened, he could hear the cries of the barbarians.

There is no end to life, and there is no end to death.

There was no progress in the civilization of the barbarians.

This is far inferior to the northern country of the Western Continent.

We need to change our distorted concepts, we need a new way of living, and we need a person who can guide and guide us.

Wozzak was the right man.

Although Vozzak has the blood of a savage in his body, he does not have the characteristics of a barbarian's violence.

As a result of his training, Wozzak is fluent in the languages and scripts of various ethnic groups, as well as how to raise animals, how to breed, and how to work together vertically and horizontally, so as to be a normal person who can integrate into the mainland.

But this culture has also led to some problems.

Wozzak is not violent enough, and his personal strength is also lacking to a certain extent.

In order to make the barbarians obedient, you must have enough force to make these thorns obedient.

A benevolent monarch is far from enough to open a nation, and far enough to rule over many barbarian tribes.

He needed to stir up the anger in Wožak's heart.

Affection, death, enemies.

When the three layers of factors are combined, this is a great opportunity.

He had never shown his immortal abilities in front of Wozzak.

One death may be enough.

Regardless of whether Worzak arrives or not, the other party will inevitably receive the news of his death.

"Perpetrator, you will definitely get retribution."

Tanu raised his head and gave Ugg a disdainful sip.

This made Uger furious.

"Kill him," he roared, "I will cut off his head myself, crush his body to pieces, and sprinkle it in the stinking ditch outside the city." ”

The two barbarian axemen quickly kicked Tanu over, crushing him to the ground.

"Jag the Conqueror bless you with an obedient son in the next life."

Ugg wielded a large black axe and swung it down mercilessly.

"It's really realistic and exciting."

In the distance in the hotel, Mistrio couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.

Everyone has a different way of raising an heir, and he feels that he can't accept Tanu's violent way of upbringing.

If Misterbama saw him die tragically, Mistrio felt that his son would probably collapse.

When he sighed, he didn't forget to quickly open the sage suit positioning.

"It's a pity that the guy named Worzak didn't come to the scene to feel it."

Xu Zhi also sighed with some emotion, parents have paid too much to cultivate their children, and these people can play like this.

Perhaps it was because Ta tried to be realistic, and after Ugg's head was cut off, he lay on the ground and did not escape the immortal light to resurrection.

As a result, Tanu still has his body intact.

Ugg angrily chopped several axes, cutting the body into several pieces, and then stopped his actions.

"Drag the body down."

He gave an order with a very gloomy face, and when he heard someone persuade him to drink, he took the axe and walked back with a curse.

"This idiot doesn't look at it much, you see, Tanu's eyes can still move."

Mistrio pointed to the head of the Sage's Window with great dissatisfaction, only to see that the eyes on the head were faintly open, and seemed to glance towards them.

"Did Tanu already find us?" Xu Zhi wondered.

"He's all dead like this, what can he do if he finds out," Mistrio laughed.

"That's right."

With mental arithmetic or not, even if Tanu is a demigod, he is at an absolute disadvantage at this time.

It's a big deal to find a place of resurrection, send him to reincarnation with a knife, and see each other again after eighteen years.

He had the experience of talking to Tanu with a bull tomahawk before, and Xu Zhi was immediately relieved.

This time it's still the same old operation.

Tanu didn't escape the immortal light, and Xu Zhi and Mistrio had to wait.

It wasn't until late at night, when I couldn't see my fingers around, that I saw a little light fly out of the ditch outside the city, and Tanu's body was rapidly taking shape.

"He locates the resurrection point on himself and goes."

Mistrio's eyes opened, and his body flew out of the open window.

"Protect the Sage Suit, don't let people touch it."

Xu Zhi turned his head and told the two soy sauce lamp gods, and the people flew up.

"So you were spying on me in the dark."

Suddenly seeing Mistrio fall, Tanu's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and he felt that he had run into a big problem.

He had seen this face in the elemental realm.

The other party has unleashed a curse on him in the Nether.

There are only so many top masters in the mainland, and it is not difficult for him to find out the identity of the other party.

"Mystrio, I died once, and the helmet was returned to you, so there's no need to kill them all."

The body is indeed in a weakened state, and even if he is a demigod, he needs to rely on potions, magic, and other means to recover quickly.

In his current state, against the backers behind the green-skinned Nether, Tanu felt that he had a 100% chance of being a good man in eighteen years.

The other party will not give him this chance to recover.

"Return my helmet, huh!"

Mistrio snorted.

He didn't even see the shadow of his helmet.

But regardless of whether Tanu returned the spirit shield (artifact) or not, he had to find the other party.