"It's best to kill them all!" said Old Kuden decisively.

Martin shook his head.

"Lord Duke......" Old Kuden was a little anxious.

Martin raised his hand to stop him from continuing: "Of course I know what these barbarians are. When a slave can also cause trouble, he will run away as soon as he has the strength, or find a way to assassinate the guard, and he will not obey the discipline to death. I have a better way......"

Martin took the interpreter with him and came to the barbarian captives, who had lost their weapons and were more or less wounded.

Surrounded by more than two thousand heavily armed soldiers in shields, sword and shield men with pikemen and archers, it was evident that every savage had a look of trepidation on his face.

Martin casually climbed onto a large high rock.

"I'm Martin Lorraine, Duke of Baccaria, and now I'm the only one who can decide your life or death!"

The interpreter flipped the words out, and there was a commotion among the savages, and everyone looked nervously at Martin.

"Your lives are meaningless in my eyes! Every one of my men advises me to kill you, you barbarians who dare to trample on the land of the Bakaria civilization. ”

After the translation, it was obvious that the commotion had intensified.

If it weren't for the swords and shields shouting and scolding, approaching the barbarians with their formations, and intimidating them with their guns and swords, those guys might have already begun to riot.

"But you are fortunate that I am merciful. I'm going to at least give you a chance to live! Do you still want to live? Do you want to go back and see your relatives? Then do as I say!"

After the translation, the eyes of every barbarian were filled with strange heat.

It's really a tough guy, he swore to resist just now, and then he was killed. The guys who are still here either don't have the strength or don't have the guts.

Martin's smile suddenly turned cold: "The first request I give you is to kill another compatriot in front of your own countryman. ”

This trick is too poisonous.

Stained with the blood of compatriots, it is a complete betrayal. They don't want to go back to the Slinger tribe in the future.

Almost as soon as the translation was finished, some people went berserk, and several people howled and rushed to the tight shield array with their bare hands.

It's a pity that the next moment, each of these few poor worms was pierced through the body by more than ten spears.

The soldiers knew that Martin was there to demonstrate, so they cooperated with their spears to hold up the corpse of the barbarian, who was still bleeding and twitching, like a dead pig on a barbecue grill......

"Shhh

For a time, the revolt of all the barbarians was extinguished again.

"Dagger. Martin commanded softly, and next to him, Garton handed Martin his portable dagger.

"Come, whoever is the first, I will appoint him as your new leader. Martin threw the dagger. Each of the barbarians saw a chill arc in the air, and finally fell to the clearing in front of them.

No one moved.

Martin laughed: "I hit dozens of times, if no one picks up this dagger, kill 10 people at will!"

Finally, an incomparably sturdy savage stepped forward and slowly picked up the dagger. It's just that instead of killing his compatriots, he suddenly threw the dagger at Martin with a sudden and fast speed.

That's right!

He's going to kill this Duke of Bakaria!

Gal and Sylvie reacted on the spot, Martin reacted faster, [100% empty-handed white blade] was activated, many people didn't even see clearly, between the lightning and flint, Martin had already picked up the dagger and threw it out again.

The dagger stabbed more than twice as fast as it had come, and stabbed the hard-nosed savage right in the head.

The guy didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body collapsed on the gravel beach.

Martin sneered: "Wrong choice! Kill 100 people!"

A bloody killing was immediately carried out, in fact, at least 200 people were killed. It wasn't until the regimental commanders shouted to stop that the soldiers didn't stop in their tracks.

Martin said leisurely: "Now, is there anyone else who opposes my order?"

Cruel!

Cold-blooded!

Ruthless!

These extreme performances naturally cause fear!

Martin noticed that not only had new achievements been achieved, but even the red leather armor that the Red Knight had given him had been upgraded.

System Prompt:

"You've achieved the achievement [Slinger Slayer] ......"

"You have achieved the achievement [Enemies of Chaos]......"

"You've gained the [Humanoid Creature Buster] ......"

Martin glanced at it, and it was basically a copy of the orc's set, but it covered the barbarians. Overall, it's the rhythm of killing the guys from the Chaos camp.

Martin pouted, not careless.

If you kill someone, you will naturally have a murderous aura.

Slaughtering 10,000 people is the hero of one's own side and the death of the enemy.

The barbarian finally broke down after Martin ordered a barbarian to be turned into a humanoid torch and watched his compatriots scream and die in the flames.

Two hundred daggers were thrown into the room.

They stabbed their fellow citizens in the face of these former enemies.

Ten minutes later, in the middle of the entire field, there were only more than three hundred bloodied, panting, hideous-looking and terrified savages.

Martin smiled, even though his smile looked like the most terrible ghost in hell to the barbarians: "Well, my second request to you is to swear to abandon your four gods of chaos and instead swear allegiance to the war and civilization of mankind, Melmitia. ”

After translating, there was immediately another commotion.

This time it wasn't a rebellion, but a desperate male Slinger who wept and raised his hand to ask for a dialogue.

"You say!"

"Why torture us, even force us to turn our backs on our faith?"

Martin listened to the translation and continued to sneer: "Neither Bakaria nor Rick accept brutal barbarians. Of course, whoever has abandoned the evil gods of chaos and is bent on taking refuge in the embrace of civilization, I, Martin Lorraine, will also accept it. This is my last chance for you, and you will not accept it, for you have slaughtered your own people and will be hated by the Chaos Gods. ”

Martin raised his hand, and a knight in gorgeous armor with gold trim on a black background stepped forward: "This is Mr. Fox, the head of the Lorrainburg branch of the Knights of the Burning Sun, and he will guide you on how to turn your back on the creed of chaos and throw yourself into the arms of order." ”

With that, Martin didn't look back, turned around and left: "I'll leave it to you." ”

"Very well, the goddess will be quite pleased. Bennett licked the corners of his mouth.

A day later, Ulani, the Grand Chief of Slinger in the wasteland, received news of her defeat.

Her heroic face suddenly lost all blood.

"What? The clans of One-Eyed and Panu were wiped out, and three hundred people came back?"