"Ah...... That's ......"

If it had been half a month ago, no, even three days ago, perhaps the Slingers, led by the Blood Raven Clan, would have roared angrily, denouncing Martin's shamelessness and cursing the traitors who surrendered to Martin's feet like slaves.

But now, the voices behind Ulani were only sighs and weeping, and more numbness.

Many people can't understand why the five great clans of the wasteland, which were good at the beginning, are now down like this?

The Winter Wolf and One-Eyed were extinguished in the invasion, the other two were extinguished in the fire attack, and the remaining blood crows, the elite, also died in the last fight three days ago.

The only good thing is that the other party promises that if the blood raven shows its value, the other party will spare their lives, but slavery is indispensable.

Ullani had a clear sense that her people had accepted their fate.

She sighed quietly, took the interpreter, and rode her horse to stand twenty meters in front of Martin.

She looked at Martin carefully and found that the other party was really as young as rumored. Not at all as rugged and bold as a Slinger man, but rather a handsomeness that is not commensurate with his violent rumors.

This is just the first impression.

Immediately she felt her hands on her chest, and there was a terrifying aura of destruction coming from Martin, who was sitting proudly. Through her keen sixth sense, she seemed to see tens of thousands of unjust souls around Martin in silver armor, including goblins, orcs, and Slingers. Their headless bodies wandered in front of the River Styx, their souls burning in purgatory.

Exterminator!

Ulani couldn't help but think of Martin's name for the first time.

She shuddered.

The only thing that gave her some comfort was that Martin's eyes were black, not the red ones she saw in her dreams.

"Duke Martin Lorraine - thank you for accepting my duel! But don't you think it's too unfair for me to duel with you, and the Blood Raven Clan will surrender regardless of the outcome?"

Martin has long since made the system understand the Slinger language, so it can be said that this is the translation software that comes with it.

It's just that on such formal occasions, Martin still speaks the lingua franca.

Standing tall in the air, Martin looked down at the beautiful and wild chiefess in front of him, and Martin smiled: "Don't think that no one knows what you have declared - 'Kill them!', 'Kill all their men, rob all their women!', 'Hang their men's heads all over the riverbank', 'This is our land!' We will tell them with the blood of our enemies who is the master of this land!'" ”

Martin mimicked the tone of Ullanee's brutal declaration that day, and repeated the words.

When the translation passed, Ulani's whole face turned red.

It was literally hundreds of slaps, and it was pumped like a torrential rain, and her face was crackled, and it was directly heavy.

Once upon a time, the Slingers regarded the coast of Bakaria as their backyard, and these so-called civilized people as something inferior to pigs and dogs. Kill if you want, grab if you want.

Now the men are all killed, and it's just the Slinger men.

Women are also going to be robbed, but it's a pity that it's still a Slinger woman.

After shedding blood, in the end, the owner of this land can only be changed.

This kind of loss and pain of being kicked into hell from heaven can only be felt most truly by the person concerned.

"What are you going to do with us wasteland Slingers?" asked Ulani, gritting her teeth.

"Put a collar around your neck and let you be dogs!" Martin said mercilessly.

"The Slingers will always be wolves—"

Martin had a sneer on his face: "The ancestor of dogs is also a wolf, kill the most unruly wolves, leaving only the most obedient, and from generation to generation, wolves have also become dogs!"

Knowing that only surrender was the only option to save the lives of her clansmen, Ulani was still angry!

Really angry!

She is the youngest age, and the most impulsive.

Maybe she tried to tell herself that she couldn't really kill the person in front of her.

But Martin's unreserved humiliation still irritated her.

It was the glory of being a warrior, and the last reserve of being a top powerhouse, and she couldn't allow herself to be called a dog.

If she gives in like this, then what is the difference between her and the traditional Slinger women at the Winter Festival, who are coquettish and waiting for the strong to choose?

"I'm Ulani*Bloodraven—the strongest Slinger warrior—" Ullani roared, riding her horse toward Martin.

It's just that the hooves of the war horse under the crotch disappeared in the next second.

A long knife appeared out of thin air in the void on the right, and with a single slash, it chopped off two of Ulani's front legs.

As a seasoned rider, as an agile powerhouse, Ulani slapped the saddle with her left hand, and the whole person flew like a cloud, and with the help of the horse's forward momentum, she finally did a gorgeous front flip, which allowed her to stand firmly on the high platform where Martin was.

Ulani thought that the eight knights around Martin would stop her, but who knew that those knights were just standing in pairs with their swords on their hands, just staring at her, and they didn't mean to make a move.

Ulani gritted her teeth and secretly spat in her heart: "What a big show, do you really think of yourself as a king?" Okay, let me be a monarch killer!"

The distance to the edge of the platform

With her scimitar in hand, Ulani began to sprint towards Martin, quickly.

Martin's voice rang out: "There are only two kinds of people who can step on this high platform - my people and my women. Apparently you're neither. Then kneel down for me. ”

With a grim declaration, a lot of weapons appeared in the void around Martin.

The weapons were very rugged, with the typical savage air of an orc.

They have all kinds of swords, swords, swords and axes, and the only thing they have in common is their quality, none of which are ordinary.

In the next moment, these weapons seemed to have received orders, and they flew through the air together.

Ullani was momentarily stunned.

Each powerhouse has its own special weapon, at least specializing in a certain type of weapon.

But Martin now doesn't even need to touch it, and launches the weapon that appeared out of nowhere, this kind of play beyond the imagination of mortals, so that Ullani is at a loss.

Even for any prince and nobleman, so many [excellent] quality weapons, even heavy weapons that they don't use, will be regarded as trophies and stored well. What a hasty way to throw a weapon of great significance as if it were a stone!

Fortunately, Martin's current [King's Treasure] is not abundant, otherwise Ulani would have scolded 'Hao is inhumane'.

Despite this, a large number of heavy weapons weighing more than fifty pounds, when they hit at high speed, the destructive power was still quite huge.