The Beit League built the Congress.

It took only half a year from Tanan's army to Tataglia to pacify half of Krurod, which is definitely a miracle in the history of architecture and economy for the barbarians.

This is thanks to the Tombs of Beamon, built months ago with the help of necromancers, with which the ultimate guardian barbarian can harvest two ghostly beasts every once in a while, and it is only natural that the Beit League, as the first city to be conquered, will become the base camp of Tanan.

Although the so-called parliament is only an empty palace that has hollowed out half of the mountain with the claws of ghostly beasts and then piled up with boulders, and has no real governing function or ministers—even Tanan himself is still in a stalemate with the Erathians on the plains of Brakadon at the moment, but it is still significant as a spiritual symbol of the kingdom.

For the construction of the Parliament proclaimed the fact that the barbarians, having ruled the continent for six hundred years and then collapsing, had once again established a unified and powerful regime, in which they were no longer slaves and outcasts, but truly unforgivable enemies who could stand on par with Bracada.

"How's that? That's our own country!"

With a wave of his hand, Gnison pointed to the silhouette of a huge mountain range looming over the wild plateau, his eyes full of indescribable pride and pride, as if the huge city that lurked under the mountain range with his wave of his hand would automatically appear in front of everyone.

After a night of rapid marching, they finally stepped into the wild plateau hundreds of kilometers away before noon, and the ghostly beast that ran at full speed was no less than the thunderbird speeding in the sky, and in two days the city that made all the barbarians enthusiastic would show their true colors to them, but Haag only smiled helplessly at the grandeur that Gnison had described to him all the way, and a strong sense of unease had always haunted him.

"Where's Jack Bass, why hasn't he come back yet?" he looked at Gnison.

"Oh, it may come as a surprise, you know, those Bracadas are extremely vile and cunning scoundrels, but it doesn't matter, Jack Bass will cut off her head. ”

Gnison spread his hands unimpressed, and the expression on his face was also the kind of discussion about whether to eat potatoes or taro at night, even if he was sneering in his heart, he never thought that Jack Bass would face the possibility of failure.

In his opinion, it was a little unexpected at best.

The accident is indeed only a point before it develops into failure, but as this point spreads uncontrollably and eventually climbs the wall of fate like a silk grass, it will show an irretrievable hideous face.

Jack Bass was already a tattered corpse half-buried in the dunes.

When Mrak dodged the ghostly beast's claws with a series of backward rolls, and paid the price of an iron arrow piercing his left shoulder, the beast pursued him again, and a thick cold light enveloped the barbarian's angry roar instantly appeared in front of Jack Bass from hundreds of meters away.

This barbarian coquette, the first heir of the dukedom, hadn't figured out what was going on, and even the bow and arrow in his hand were still in a shooting posture, and he was still complacent about the success of the sneak attack just now, and was directly pierced by Tariq, who was staring at him with round eyes and wanting to choose someone.

The huge triangular arrows instantly crushed his heart, tearing apart along with his entire left chest, and then Tariq's two thighs, as thick as a bull, kicked his lower abdomen, stomping directly on his stomach, his kidneys, his intestines, and penetrating through there.

The inertia of terror took Tariq straight into the sand dunes, nailing Jake Bass's body completely into the sand like a corpse nail, and as he struggled to get up from under the dunes with the crossbow arrow, red, yellow, and green liquids of various colors continued to drip from his hands, body and legs.

It was Jack Bass's blood and gastric juices, and the overnight meat in his intestines that hadn't had time to digest.

"Roar!"

Tariq let out a beastly roar, and then he took the giant crossbow and rushed straight towards the gray shadow who was frantically chasing Mrak, and a green figure was also moving at high speed on the parallel sand hundreds of meters away from him.

The battle on the battlefield continued, but without the threat of the ghostly beasts, the human warriors soon formed an array under the roar of their commanders, and as the rhythm of the gunfire became clearer, the scales of victory gradually began to tilt in favor of the humans.

When the musket was invented, even the most despicable cowards could kill the bravest heroes, not to mention that there were no cowards in Spartacus, and ogres were not heroes.

However, everyone knew the key to the final outcome of this war, so while the warriors fought bravely, the giant hammer in the hands of the ogre never stopped swinging.

As long as the ghostly beast is not destroyed, it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

The scorching blade brushed lightly against the gray-white claws, bringing up a few strands of gray bristles that fell like steel needles, a change that made Mrak's expression shake and he couldn't even feel the tearing sensation from the tiger's mouth.

It was the first time he had slashed at a ghost beast for an unknown number of times, and it had finally had a negligible effect, and even a few strands of dispensable hair could prove the exciting news that the beast was weakening.

"Boom!" followed by the sound of wood cracking, but Tarik ignored the sharp splinters of wood that pierced into his arms like thorns.

He roared angrily, clamped the crossbow arrow under his armpit, and let the blood lines burst out from under his ribs like crazy, and he pushed the crossbow arrow in his hand forward, and the huge triangular arrow of the crossbow arrow had already sunk into the skin of the ghost beast for several inches at this time, and a trace of scarlet blood was falling down the sharp horn iron.

The sight was chilling for Mrak, but what he feared was not that Tariq had suddenly gone berserk and injured the ghost beast, but that the huge claws were sweeping towards the barbarian's backhand, who was still oblivious.

"Get out of the way!" Mrak roared and raised his sword to stand on the ghostly beast's chest, but it only left a meter-long scorch there, as before, and the beast's claws didn't stop there.

Seeing that Tariq was about to turn into pieces of flesh under the sharp claws of the ghost beast, a cold light suddenly pierced the space and appeared in the right eye of the giant beast.

"Poof!"

The behemoth that had lost its left arm and left eye was finally enraged by the back-and-forth blows of Mrak and Tariq, but when it was desperate to tear the bugs behind it apart, it ignored the wood elves that had been moving closely in the corner of its sight, and how could Ivo miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

"Roar!"

The intense pain caused the ghostly beast's body to suffocate violently, followed by a violent shaking, and Tariq, who had just dangled the crossbow arrow hanging on him, threw out heavily, but at the last moment, Tariq kicked him on the back with both feet, and forcibly tore off the piece of flesh that the crossbow bolt had hooked.

"Attack its eyes!"

Ivo in the distance shouted, and in a flash of light, three iron arrows left his hand at the same time, and the cold arrows all pointed at the injured right eye of the giant beast.

Hit all three arrows!

The sudden pain caused the ghost beast to fall into an unprecedented rage, but its left eye was ruined, and its right eye was even more injured at this time, except for frantically swinging its claws to stir the desert in front of it into a yellow sea, it could not find the target of the attack at all, and the red and white liquid continued to be thrown along the tail feathers of the four iron arrows.

Not only the eyeballs, but also the sharp fighting qi attached to the arrows even tore its brain spindle.

Two figures gathered around Ivo.

"Wait!" Mlak said in a deep voice.

The beast was in such a violent state that no one could get close to it, and the yellow sand flying in the sky also greatly limited their vision, so they had to wait until it was quiet before giving it a fatal blow.

However, waiting was not to do nothing, and after closing the distance between himself and the beast, Mlak made a gesture to the city wall, and Jeremy, who had been given the order, immediately commanded the artillery to carry out an indiscriminate bombardment of the sea of sand, and then the three of them rushed together to the dozen ogres who were stubbornly resisting on the battlefield.

It's time for everything to come to an end.

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