Roar!

All beasts surrendered, and the sound of a dragon groan enveloped the audience, and Dean's figure appeared in mid-air with the dragon groan.

The blood-colored waves appeared behind Dean, dyeing the sky red, and a pair of golden vertical pupils were clearly visible behind the blood-colored waves, with a clear divine light.

With the appearance of this pair of golden vertical pupils, the beast souls present couldn't help but be shocked.

The slightly weak beast soul was even more dispersed.

Even the most powerful ones were stunned on the spot.

And the beast souls of the three tribal leaders of Hada, Rido, and Fike, who were locked by Dean's breath, became distorted in an instant, making the beast souls of the original wild boar, weasel, and emperor butterfly strange and hideous, and it was impossible to distinguish the original appearance at all.

Even with the distorted faces of the three tribal leaders-

"Who?!"

The other two leaders did the same.

However, Dean's answer to them was: one punch.

Frost-covered fists struck down from the sky, with unimaginable force and the power of frost reaching their limits.

The leaders of the three tribes did not have the slightest defense under such a fist.

First, the bones of the whole body were shattered by the huge force.

Then, it's completely frozen.

And Dean, who had done this, did not stop his fist, he continued to smash hard-

Bang!

The tremendous force even carried the ground around him, and he began to tremble, but. Such tremors did not last long. began to be covered in frost.

After a few breaths. Within a three-hundred-foot radius of Dean, it was covered in a thick layer of frost.

And in this frost-covered area, the barbarians of the opposing camp have turned into ice sculptures.

There is not the slightest ability to resist.

Just like their patriarchs.

In fact, for Dean, who had already reached a limit of frost power at this moment, an opponent below the gold level had no ability to resist at all.

Unless you have a special item for protection.

And within the Gold level, unless the road is special. Or in addition to the golden powerhouses who have reached the 'domain' Cheng dù, if the remaining gold fights hard with Dean and Dean cooperates with the [Crimson Calamity], those gold powerhouses are no different from these barbarians who have been frozen into ice sculptures in front of them.

For Dean, they are all enemies that can be easily contained.

Bang!

An ice sculpture was held in Dean's hand, thrown out heavily, and landed on the ground in the distance, and the frost instantly covered the surrounding ground again.

And, of course, the barbarians standing on top.

After raising the [Extreme Cold Method] to a limit, Dean responded to such an indirect attack method. The mastery of the furnace is perfect.

So, in the next few minutes. It was supposed to be a cool weather, but suddenly, it returned to the cold winter.

Bu Gong looked at the frost in front of him in a daze, and the ice sculptures that should have been enemies, completely speechless.

Everyone around, including Tacri, a female barbarian who had always been wary of Dean, was dumbfounded.

They had never thought of it, or had seen it.

If the vertical pupils in the sea of blood behind Dean surprised them, then the frost at this time was a complete fear for them.

"Frost's bloodline?".

Among the barbarians present, only Elder Dan was able to maintain peace.

Rich experience, long enough years, to know some things that ordinary people can't know.

"Here...... Such a bloodline is invincible......"

Elder Dan muttered softly to himself.

"What?"

The cloth on the side asked in a daze.

Elder Dan didn't speak, just pointed to Dean on the field.

At this time, Dean did not have the slightest intention of stopping, he kept plundering the lives of these hostile barbarians, not only for XP value, but also for the victory of this war.

The warriors of the barbarians will not surrender.

Dying in battle is their choice.

Therefore, Dean did not spare his hand, and did not think about co-opting these barbarian warriors.

Because, it's simply impossible.

For barbarian warriors, there is no such thing as surrender.

You can defeat a tribe of barbarians, but you can't capture a single barbarian warrior.

Only women and children who were not warriors could be taken prisoner.

However, those people will definitely not appear on the battlefield!

The mutual cooperation of [Extreme Cold Method] and [Frost Sword Technique] is equivalent to 265% of Dean's own attack power, and under Dean's continuous throwing, it has covered about one-third of the entire battlefield.

And as Dean was about to continue, he suddenly felt a very familiar force enveloping the audience.

The power of frost!

Dean subconsciously looked up.

I saw that a layer of white-blue mist suddenly appeared overhead, and the temperature plummeted.

If the frost created by Dean made it a cold winter before, then with the appearance of this white-blue mist, it is from the cold winter to the night of extreme winter.

It was the coldest day of the year.

Call!

The mist swirled overhead, and as if sensing Dean's hostility to the barbarians of the opposing camp, it swooped down from the sky after a roll.

In an instant, the barbarians of the opposing camp became an ice sculpture.

Looking at this scene, Dean was not the slightest happy - because the barbarian who turned into an ice sculpture under this mist did not provide him with XP value.

The unhappiness in Dean's heart was undoubtedly sensed by the frost mist.

After passing a puzzled thought to Dean, the frost mist dissipated.

Just like when it first appeared.

And, took away two-thirds of Dean's battle, about 30000 XP.

This is Dean's calculation based on the 15,000 XP value he is currently living, although it is impossible to be 100% accurate. But the error will never exceed 5%.

Every average barbarian warrior brings 10-20XP to Dean.

Elite barbarian warriors. All start at 40xp.

And those three chiefs. Each contributed 500XP to Dean.

And just now, Dean slaughtered the number of hostile barbarian warriors almost reached a thousand, although ordinary barbarian warriors accounted for the vast majority of them, but after accumulating a small amount, the XP value is still considerable.

Of course, this is also the advantage that Dean has been suppressing the ranks.

Dean knew very well that as long as he let go of the level slightly, not too much, just a level or two. At this time, don't say that you can get 15000XP, I'm afraid even 1500XP is enough.

However, this does not mean that you are not distressed about the loss of 30,000XP.

Keep in mind that even if his current total XP is 20320, it doesn't mean that Dean will be disgusted with more XP.

In fact, Dean never found it hard to accept too much XP.

"Victory! Victory! ”

While Dean was still thinking about the frost mist, the surrounding Chiktor barbarians were already shouting.

They shouted as they swarmed over and lifted Dean up and threw him high. Catch it, and then throw it up.

It's a simple, straightforward way to express your excitement......

It's completely in line with the straightforward character of the barbarians.

Of course. This is the first celebration.

The real celebration takes place after the battlefield has been cleaned up - a battlefield that naturally includes the integration of defeated tribes.

It is different from the courage and fear of death on the battlefield.

When the war was lost, the barbarians were obedient to the co-optation of the tribe.

This is what the ancestors meant!

According to the words of the elders of the various tribes, this is roughly what it means.

In the understanding of ordinary people, it can be interpreted as that if you try hard but fail, you should save the fire for the bloodline.

However, in either case, Chector, as the victorious side, was naturally elated, and Dean, the greatest hero, was honored as a guest.

This time it wasn't just Bu Gong alone, but the entire Chektau tribe.

As Dean walked back to the tribe, countless cheers rang out.

The worship of the strong by the barbarians was vividly reflected at this time - although, most of the time, it was only the strong of their own tribe.

Ignoring the other barbarians, who had become more and more busy since the war was over, Boo walked over to Dean with a big laugh.

"Thank you for your help, my brother!"

Butt was still the same as he had been in battle, and he gave Dean a hug.

"You said it, we are brothers!"

Dean hugged each other without hesitation.

This made the cloth even more happy, and dragged Dean to the felt tent on the side, and took out the large jar of wine sealed in the tent.

"Let's drink together!"

With that, he gave Dean half of the wine.

The barbarians are willing to drink with you, proving that you have friendship.

And when the barbarians are willing to give you half of the wine, it means that your friendship is enough to stand the test.

"Okay!"

Dean picked up the jar with a smile on his face, but his heart was a little apologetic.

He knew very well that he was honest and had no thoughts, while he had other thoughts.

It's definitely not something a friend should do.

However, he could not say it explicitly.

After saying sorry again in his heart, Dean drank half a jar of wine, and when he saw Dean like this, he became more and more happy, and he also drank half a jar of wine in Dean's style.

"Hah! Finally solve the troubles here, let's go back to Bu Gong after drinking, and leave the matter here to Elder Dan! ”

With a long spit of wine, Bu Gong said very dryly.

Obviously, Bu Gong is just like his cousin, and he has no nostalgia for the position of the Patriarch of Chiktor.

However, sometimes, it is difficult to implement personal ideas.

When Elder Dan appeared in the tent and called the Cloth Shovel out alone to talk, Dean was able to imagine what the best would have been.

In fact, just as Dean had predicted.

"My brother, I may not be able to go back for a while......"

Shrugging his face, Bu Gong said with a sad face.

"Bu Gong, this is your original promise, men should keep their promises!"

Elder Dan walked in and said sharply.

"Of course, men should keep their promises - you said that I would agree to a condition to help me become independent, but you didn't say that this condition is to inherit Chiktor!"

Bu Gong cried and mourned.

"Do you want to break a man's agreement?"

Elder Dan asked with a stern face.

"Of course not! Me, I...... Be this patriarch and that's it! ”

Bu Gong roared around his neck, but the next moment he became listless again, but he did not regret it.

"Your Excellency Zelgaon, we are truly grateful for the help you and your ancestors......"

Elder Dan couldn't help but laugh as he glanced at the resigned Cloth Hammer, and his gaze turned to Dean.

"The guardian of the ancestors?"

Dean was stunned for a moment, subconsciously thought of the frost mist, and then couldn't wait to ask.

Dean was genuinely curious about the fog that suddenly appeared and disappeared.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)