In the early morning, before the light and heat of the stars had penetrated the horizon of the battle star, more than 400 ragged ancient barbarian warriors slowly approached the barbarian city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Their bodies were already exhausted after four days of running, but there were sparks burning in their eyes.

Ten miles away, the magnificent building is clearly visible.

The city wall as high as dozens of zhang is horizontally in front of you, and the light of the morning sun reveals a simple and majestic atmosphere, cutting off the earth like a heavenly tower.

According to the size of the ancient barbarians, even if Lin Yu was prepared, he was still shocked by the huge city.

There is no end in sight to the walls that stretch infinitely on either side, and towers rise into the sky every few miles, and the occasional bird shuttling through the clouds risks crashing into the hidden buildings if they are not careful.

Looking up from the base of the city walls, the barbarian warriors in charge of reconnaissance in the tower were the size of ants.

The city wall on one side alone is so terrifying, it is difficult to imagine how vast the town is wrapped in it, maybe it can be compared to the entire Tianteng City.

Lin Yu led the team on, he still couldn't leave these ancient barbarian warriors after all, whether it was to become their faith, or to beg for Toon, he couldn't bear to abandon it.

In the end, Lin Yu could only forcibly find a reason for himself to stay------ in order to relieve the divine art, it was still worth taking some risks.

Ten miles is unusually short for a giant.

The same huge dark gray city gate has a height of ten zhang, inlaid between the walls on both sides, and I don't know what material it is cast, judging from the three-inch iron sheet of the outer envelope, it is full of weight.

"Toon, how did you do that? Didn't Lord Alto take you to the west to exchange supplies, how did you get to this point, Lord Alto? ”

There were several ancient barbarian guards on both sides of the gate, and when they saw Toon at the front of the line, one of the warriors who had lost his left arm stepped forward and asked.

In order to develop, the intelligent race will always have certain needs, just as the ancient barbarians are no less enthusiastic about food than they are warlike personalities, but they don't know anything about making seasonings, but they have a good skill in forging long swords.

This time, Alto went to the Mosa tribe in the west, and he brought a long sword suitable for the Mosa people to use, in exchange for seasoning.

It is said that the trading of the upper clan is replaced by gold coins, but it can be on the edge of the war star, and the weak races in the barren land still use the old routine of bartering according to the thousand-year-old tradition.

"Lord Alto is dead, and we've been attacked by the Spirit Eaters."

"What? These damn soul-eating monkeys, always so mean! ”

The population of the barbarian city is only 30,000, and as one of the ten clan generals, Alto is naturally recognized by everyone, and there is actually not much awe between the upper and lower levels of the ancient barbarians, and they are even brothers in the town.

Hearing the news of Alto's death, Gvar first felt regret, and there was one less brother who could drink and talk, but when he looked back and thought about the details, his eyes suddenly widened: "You... You killed those spirit-eating monkeys!? ”

After suffering a thousand years of losses, the ancient barbarians still haven't been able to change the style of fighting to the death, and when they encounter the enemy, they either win or the whole army is annihilated, and Toon can come back with four hundred people, the only thing that can prove it is only....

They got the victory! Whether it's annihilating the spirit-eating forces or scaring them away, it's a big deal.

The cunning Spirit Eaters never fought them when they were outnumbered, and the nearly ten years of war were even more despicable, not only crushing them in numbers, but also often ambushing in an environment that was not conducive to the ancient barbarians' combat.

Therefore, they had not tasted the joy of victory in ten years, and if they could defeat the Spirit Eaters once, as Toon said, they might be able to renew some hope in the heart of the abyss.

The one-armed Gu Man hurriedly said, "Tell me how many of them there are!" ”

"Fifteen hundred elite mages."

"So little? Even though they are elite mages, the Spirit Eaters will not send such a small number to fight our two thousand warriors. After listening to Toon's narration, the one-armed Gu Man wondered.

"It's a warrior who has been relieved by five hundred breaths!"

Toon said with a smile, and the brightness on his face grew, "We found Thorwalker. ”

"Impossible, you kid dare to fool uncle, how can five hundred Qi Jie warriors annihilate the elite mage army of one thousand and five hundred people."

Thor Walker? The name was unusually familiar to Gvar, and he soon remembered the prophecy that had been passed down for thousands of years, and he became even more unconvinced.

"I said Toang, even the prophesied adults have moved out to deceive, be careful of the wrath and punishment of the gods, what happened, did you encounter other races to rob materials?"

Among the battle stars, the ancient barbarians naturally can't have only one enemy, the Spirit Eaters, and it is not unheard of before to snipe the team for supplies.

"Open the gates, Toon and I have some things to discuss."

Lin Yu spoke at this time, his character was cautious, even when he was about to arrive in the barbarian city, he kept sending his clansmen to scout the surroundings.

After investigation, it was found that there were countless small groups of soul eating mages scattered around the barbarian city, and the number of people in a team of dozens would not exceed hundreds, which was not good news.

"Boy, why am I so angry with you?"

Gewa looked at Lin Yu standing beside Toang, he hadn't noticed this young clansman before, he had been guarding the city gate for many years and was familiar with most of the clansmen, even if he couldn't call his name for a while, his face was still recognizable.

However, Lin Yu, Gewa dared to pack a ticket that he had never seen before, and as he spoke, he stepped forward to carefully observe his face.

Although Toon didn't know what Lin Yu wanted to talk to him, he raised his right arm to block in front of Geva, and said solemnly: "Don't be unreasonable to Lord Walker, hurry up and open the city gate." ”

"Yo, little Toon, when I killed the spirit eater monkey with your father, you were still wearing open crotch pants, so you should respect the elders, right?"

was shouted by a junior, but Gewa was unwilling, the ancient barbarians were all brainless, and they had to look at him if they didn't let him see it, so he dusted off Toang's arm and stepped forward to grab Lin Yu's collar.

Murderous! Pounce on you!

The more than 400 clansmen who originally looked extremely tired burst out with a breathing aura at the same time as Geva stretched out his hand, and they all raised their long swords and pointed at him.

"Don't be unreasonable to the Walker!"

They're no joke! As long as you touch the face in front of you, you will definitely be killed!

Gvar's remaining arms were stagnant in mid-air, and the murderous aura focused on more than four hundred warriors made his mind blank, he just wanted to confirm the identity of the young clan, how could he suddenly become the target of public criticism.

"Grid... Gva, if we don't dazzle, look... Look at the back of his hand...."

The one-armed Gu Barbarian froze in place, but the guards behind him noticed Lin Yu's curse mark, and said with a look of disbelief.

Follow their gaze.

The lightning that shone with multicolored brilliance gradually magnified in Gwa's eyes, and for a moment his blank mind was filled with the prophecy of a thousand years.

Lin Yu was accustomed to the reactions of the ancient barbarians after seeing his curse seal, always going from confusion to disbelief, and finally became excited and fanatical.

This transformation is incomprehensible to him, he has not been in the abyss of hell for a thousand years, he is destined to be incomprehensible.

"No.. Impossible...."

Geva's face turned pale, and gradually the blood surged up and turned vermilion, and a heavy gasp came from his mouth, until his red cheeks turned purple.

The prophecy of the millennium, 200,000 people were killed by the Spirit Eaters to only 30,000, his father died on the battlefield at the age of four, his brother was blasted to pieces by the mage in front of his eyes, almost all the tribes have the same experience, the Spirit Eaters oppressed them for a thousand years with the artifact given by the Immortal Gusr.

And the god lord only brought them "suicidal" magic and a thousand years of waiting, and now the gap between the two races is getting bigger and bigger, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, those cunning soul eaters will attack the barbarian city, and they are powerless to resist......

How ironic and powerless this is for a warlike race.

Is the prophecy true...... No, it must be true! ”

Suddenly, Gewa turned around and ran, slamming his palm on the huge city gate, but this ten-zhang high city gate weighed dozens of tons, and his purple cheeks were exposed, and he still didn't move.

"Don't come to help yet!" Gvar yelled at the guards.

Only then did the distracted guards react, their palms resting on the iron.

They are short of breath, lose all ability to think, and simply follow Gvar's orders, subconsciously dictating their actions.

The state of mind that suddenly arrives from hell to heaven will shake the ghosts and gods!

As soon as the gate revealed a gap that could only be passed by one person, Gvar couldn't wait to burrow into it.

"Hahaha!"

He ran like a madman into the wide streets, shouting with all his might: "Wait a thousand years! The Walker has finally arrived! ”

Gvar couldn't wait, hoping that all the people of his clan would get the news at this moment and celebrate and revel with him.

That prophecy that can bring glory to the ancient barbarians!

In Lin Yu's shocked gaze.

The running madman began to have dense spell patterns all over his body, and he still didn't think he was fast enough, so he threw away the long sword behind his back, which was more important than life, kicked open the door of the houses of the nearby people, rolled and ran into it, and in the blink of an eye, he dragged out an ancient barbarian warrior without clothes, like a fanatic, and after praising the deeds of the gods, he threw the warrior away and ran into the distance.

It wasn't until he disappeared from the end of his sight that Lin Yu spit out the stuffy breath in his chest and said to Tuoang, "He's okay?" ”

"Uncle Geva has only been angry once, and if I were he he would have been even crazier."

Toon smiled and said, "My lord, let's go into the city." ”

The gates had been completely opened by the guards, and they stood straight on either side, watching the procession of more than four hundred people rush in, their eyes gradually drenched in tears.

The streets of the barbarian city are 100 meters wide, and the sides are neatly erected with a uniform style of stone Lei people, this race has no nobility or low, except for the necessary buildings, including the houses where the king lives in the same environment.

At this time, outside the door of each house, there stood tall figures, disheveled and unkempt, some wearing only underpants or casually grabbed sheets to hide their privacy.

The team walked along the street, they all stared at the curse mark on the back of Lin Yu's hand, and some knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes; Some leaned against his wife's chest and shrugged his shoulders, and some slapped his cheek to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Mix! Their eyes are burning and their expressions are frenzied!

Lin Yu sighed secretly, what kind of despair can make everyone of a race like this.

And he is only ten mortals, not a god in their hearts........