A hundred miles away from the barbarian city, 150,000 soul mages were marching rapidly, the first two of them were wearing gold-rimmed sleeveless hanging sleeves, and their chicken-like palms were grasping the gray short staff, and the pale emerald at the top of the short staff was the size of a pigeon's egg, exuding light, and it was not ordinary at first glance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I said Gigusel, you won't choose a place closer to garrison? My dolls are starting to gasp, and when they get to the territory of the barbarians, they don't have much strength to fight. ”

Hidden under the hanging cover on the left, Boken spoke, the duck voice peculiar to the Spirit Eaters always sounding so harsh.

Gigusel snorted coldly and said: "The barbarian watchtower can reconnoiter a range of two hundred miles, and the legion getting too close will cause trouble for the sneak attack troops, if it weren't for the emergency, I wouldn't have asked you to cooperate, Teza must have controlled the barbarian city now, you just wait for His Majesty Cahiret's reward!" ”

"Speaking of His Majesty, have you been wondering lately?" Boken suddenly changed his tone and continued: "Your Majesty has always advocated the slow erosion of those barbarians, why did you suddenly change your strategy and rush to attack the barbarian city? ”

"This is not something you should be worried about, Your Majesty will arrive in the Barbarian City in two weeks, we just need to ...... Is that? ……”

Gigusel was only halfway through his sentence when his eyes were drawn to the oncoming team in the distance.

The scattered camp consisted of about three or four hundred Spirit Eaters, all of them with terror on their faces, all ragged and covered in green liquid.

If you look closely, Teza is among them.

They seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and they looked behind them every three steps, and they did not even pay attention to the huge army in front of them for a while, until the two sides were close to a distance of 100 meters, and they saw Gigusel speeding towards them.

"Big ...... Adult ......"

Teza's voice was almost trembling, and he swallowed at the figure under the trap.

A bad feeling rose from the bottom of Gigusel's heart, and he said coldly, "What's the matter. ”

"It's the devil, all dead, all dead!" Thinking of what had happened outside the gates, the javelins had torn apart, and only 300 of the 50,000 legions had fled the killing zone, Teza's expression was contorted with fear.

Gigusel slapped Teza in the face and pulled him out a few meters: "What the hell is going on?" ”

The slap woke Tyza up, and tears and snot rolled across his face: "Dead! My lord, all 50,000 legions are dead! ”

What the? The archmage almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and the sneak attack plan had only been going on for a long time, even if 50,000 mages stood and let those barbarians kill, they couldn't be killed in such a short time.

Gigusel's eyes were filled with tyranny, and he bared his teeth and said, "How many people have died in the ancient barbarians?" ”

He hoped that Tyza would spit out 30,000 or the news of the annihilation of his army to calm his anger, but Tyza's answer shocked him again.

"No...... No more than five hundred. ”

This is an incredible war, Lin Yu has broken all the "rules" of the ancient barbarians, and the iron laws of a thousand years have been changed beyond recognition, leaving the mages at a loss, afraid and frightened, until they completely lose the idea of resisting, if they can be careful and not be bound by the inertia of a thousand years, the result will be completely different.

Therefore, this casualty ratio of 500 to 50,000 cannot be replicated again.

"Boom."

Boken's shrill laughter echoed all around: "Gigusel, your confident plan doesn't seem to work?" You say that if His Majesty knew that 50,000 people had killed and wounded only 500 barbarians, would his expression be even more wonderful than yours? ”

With a grim face, Gigusel slowly walked over to Teza's side and placed his palm on his head.

Teza had been frightened by the ancient barbarians before, and had forgotten for a moment that this archmage was definitely not a good stubble, and it was a little too late to remember it now.

"Big ..... It's not my fault that adults spare their lives. Yes! ”

"Rubbish!"

Blazing flames poured out of Gigusel's palm, instantly burning Teza, who was begging for mercy, to ashes.

"Everyone! Set up camp on the spot. ”

.......

The every move of the 150,000 Spirit Eater Mages was seen by Lin Yu from a high place, and he breathed a sigh of relief, if these mages planned to attack, he was not ready for the next step, there was no way to stop him.

"Toang, tell me that the exercise is over, let the clansmen go back to rest, and send someone to monitor the Spirit Eater Legion, and report to me as soon as there is news."

"It's... My lord. Toon was weak to answer, but he didn't leave, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Lin Yu glanced at his expression, and quickly figured out the key, although the ambush plan was not specifically revealed to Toang, but the four hundred and fifty warriors involved in it were probably already faintly aware of it.

Lin Yu has nothing to hide about this, he still has a lot of things to do for Toang, and it is not a good phenomenon that his subordinates have doubts.

"I'm not a god, and the Spirit Eaters aren't ants, the gap between 30,000 and 500,000, how can the disadvantage be reversed if you don't use some strategies? Do you choose the end of the ancient barbarians being wiped out, or do you carry what you consider to be a trace of "meanness" and go on victoriously? ”

"But if the people know the truth, ..... trust you."

"They won't know." Lin Yu patted Tuoang's shoulder and said softly, "I'm sorry, these burdens that go against your will, maybe only the four hundred and fifty of you can carry them silently, for the others, this is just a brilliant victory." ”

Others?

In fact, the wisdom of Tuo Ang was already quite superb among the ancient barbarians, and he slowly tasted the meaning of Lin Yu's words, and gradually figured out the joints.

Yes, for the uninformed people, where this war came from is despicable, it is just a slight coincidence.

As for the baggage in the mouth of the adults.....

Toon's cheeks hardened, and he traded the struggle of four hundred and fifty men for the glory of the ancient barbarians, and this struggle was left to their burdens.

"My lord, I'm going to tell everyone to go back and rest."

Toon turned around and left with a firm back, this kind of firmness seemed to hide some kind of decline, Lin Yu didn't know where this decline came from, he never understood the meaning of the spirit of the ancient barbarians' insistence, and naturally he wouldn't understand Toang's inner struggle.

"Wait, let Lakla wait for me at the blacksmith's shop." Lin Yu suddenly stopped Tuo Ang and said, "The next time we fight, it will be very much in line with your taste." ”

Simple people are always so coaxing, just a simple promise is enough for Toon to regain his spirits, he straightened his back and said excitedly: "Yes! ”

Watching the back leave, a faint smile hung on Lin Yu's lips, he would not be assimilated by the spirit of "stupidity", but he would be infected.

........

At noon, after Lin Yu came out of the blacksmith shop, he was about to return to his residence to cultivate the Netherworld Purple Thunder Technique, the realm of the first layer had been stabilized by him in the past few days, and a small part of the mana in the dantian had turned into wandering lightning.

But these lightning Lin Yu couldn't be mobilized, because there was only one circuit in his body for the killing mana to pass through, and he couldn't wait to try how many circuits the god-level exercises could establish.

The cultivation of the second layer of the Netherworld Purple Thunder Technique is to establish a loop!

Turning the blacksmith shop, I vaguely heard the excited shouts of the clansmen coming from the building not far away.

A West Asian tavern?

Lin Yu still remembered that Toang had carefully explained the purpose of this building to him, but it wasn't enough, right? 150,000 soul mages are still eyeing each other hundreds of miles away, with their speed, they may be able to rush to the city in an hour, and the clansmen can have the heart to drink at this stall?

Lin Yu walked towards the West Asia Tavern with a strange expression and gently pushed the door open.

The pungent smell of alcohol and sweat greeted you, and the space inside the tavern was several times larger than expected, and the entire building was closed off from the outside light, making it look a little dim from the outside.

There were few places for the figures to move.

"It's the Walker-sama!"

Lin Yu opened the door, and the dazzling light of noon entered the tavern, and he was noticed by the nearby clansmen.

Santuosi stood not far from the gate, holding two thigh-thick ales in his hands, and ran around happily pulling Lin Yu inside, kicking the door frame by the way.

Without daylight as a contrast, Lin Yu quickly adapted to the light in the tavern, and the faint orange glow emitted by the old-fashioned lamp panels hanging every few meters on the wall made people feel warm.

The clansmen were all crazy, some boasting to each other about the brilliant achievements of the morning, and some around a few small round tables to compete and wrestle their wrists, but the wooden table could not support their strong arms at all, and shattered to pieces.

So they sat on the broken wooden planks and laughed, and drank glass of ale.

Changing glasses? That's too high-level, at best, it's just a Hussei pouring, and the tribesmen are playing with the international rock-paper-scissors, whether they are the other party or they lose, they will be extremely happy.

"Master Walker, let's have a drink, haha."

Santos handed Lin Yu a glass of ale, raised his head high, and drank his cup in a few sips, as long as the ancient barbarians who noticed him nearby, they also raised their glasses, and then poured it in large gulps.

Lin Yu was also infected by the environment, so he subconsciously put the ale wine to his lips and tasted it.

The sweet, faint sweetness lingered in the throat for a long time before gradually dissipating.

Maybe that's what you should drink? Look at the crazy clansmen, to hell with the damn defense at this moment! The Spirit Eaters have been hit hard, at least the Barbarian City is still safe these days.

Lin Yu gurgled in his throat, and the whole glass of ale wine went down to his stomach.

Indescribable comfort fills the whole body.

"Haha, my lord, you are free, I have to get the dead fat man drunk today!" Santos said as he turned his head and walked into the distance, not knowing who the fat man was in his mouth.

The ancient barbarians only have respect in their hearts, and there is no such thing as fear, even if Gupuante is here, after drinking a glass of wine, he will still be left to the sidelines by the clansmen.

In fact, Lin Yu was in the corner of the tavern, and he really saw this barbarian king and Entuli.