In the face of hundreds of black barbarians, there were less than ten people on Ren's side, but in terms of momentum, it was these few people who suppressed the hundreds of black barbarians opposite. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a very mysterious thing, which cannot be described in words, if you have to give an example, it is that when you walk into the farm and face hundreds of chicks, the sense of superiority that completely surpasses these inferior animals, both physically and mentally, thus embodies a momentum, a momentum brought by a huge gap between species.

Ladies like Wren, Harvey, or Jasmine never saw the barbarians as human equals, only as prey, slaves.

Several large witch priests with heads covered with feathers of various colors closed their eyes slightly, and Tutu walked out of the crowd with extremely ugly faces. He has set his back on this black cauldron, and he won't end well. As a result of a series of humiliating treaties, Tutu will inevitably face brutal abuse by the brutal barbarians who remain wild, and will most likely be killed in the end.

The conflict between the black barbarians and the Desi has lasted for more than three hundred years, and there has never been a war of such a scale as not long ago in these three hundred years. In the world of black barbarians, the law of the jungle is the tradition and social law that this race has always upheld, the weak die at the hands of the strong, and the weak are enslaved by the strong. The Desi did capture a large number of black barbarians, and it was true that they caused great damage to the black barbarians.

But this is also a kind of plunder of the strong against the weak, the Desi are strong, so they dominate the slaves of the black barbarians, which is not an unforgivable thing.

But Tutu, instigated and instigated by Charlie the Lionheart, turned this law of the jungle into hatred and sparked a war between the barbarians and the Desi, which was an absolute mistake.

Hundreds of thousands of black barbarians died in the war, and their senseless deaths wiped out many tribes. Originally, these tribes did not need to bear such heavy consequences, even if they were plundered, imprisoned, and sold by slave teams, they were often within the range that these tribes could bear, and within the range that the black barbarian race could bear.

Tutu has to pay for what he did.

Tutu walked up to Wren and muttered a lot of vernacular words, which Aphro translated for him, "Dear Desi nobleman, we have listened to the will of the barbarian gods, put an end to this war, and found the lost peace. Now we have made a sacred covenant with each other under the guidance of the barbarian gods......"

Before Aphro could finish speaking, Wren raised his hand to stop her from continuing, he looked at Tutu very seriously, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Dear Aphro, tell them that it is not the barbarian god who gives them peace, but me. It wasn't the barbarian gods who kept them from continuing to suffer casualties, it was me. They started a war, and they lost, and all the deaths were punishments for their arrogant challenge to the Desi. ”

"If they want real peace, they have to recognize the reality. Instead of being like this ......", he raised his hand and raised it with contempt, Tutu's eyes reddening, "God can't bring you anything, as this thing says, and I, can!"

Aphro hesitated, but translated it according to Wren's will. Before Tutu could say anything, the great witch priests standing behind him immediately shouted fiercely in their sharp voices. Judging from the language of the action, some people agree and some oppose, but Wren doesn't care about this. If they are not willing to submit to their will, then it is better to continue the war. There are many ways to destroy the black barbarians, but the value that the black barbarians can use is still very attractive to Wren, if he is really desperate, maybe the black barbarians will become history.

Please don't underestimate the maximum malice of an intelligent being, that is definitely a very cruel thing.

The arguments between the Great Witch Priests finally stopped, and what one of the Great Witch Priests with the most feathers on his head said was dutifully translated by Aphro, "The Fishbone Great Witch Priest believes that the barbarians, who are favored by the heavens and the barbarian gods, have not been defeated, but have chosen peace in order to avoid greater casualties on both sides. In this matter, the status and position of both sides are equal, and no one is noble and no one is low. ”

"Is he talking in his sleep?", in the face of the angry eyes of hundreds of black barbarians, Wren did not have the slightest timidity, although he did not follow further body language and provocation, but his eyes and his attitude did not put these so-called barbarian warriors in his eyes at all, "Tell these guys with chicken feathers on their heads that from today onwards, they will either live on their knees or die standing up." Even if there really is a god ......", he looked at the holy woman Aphro and smiled faintly, "I will kill you too!"

"This is my only request, obedience, or perdition. ”

In this world, it is easy to end the life of an individual with a sword, and it is difficult to end the life of a race, but the things used to kill life in this world are not only swords, but also human hearts, and those terrifying alchemists. Poison is a general term, some of which are highly poisonous and can poison dragons, and some of which are diseases. Sometimes Wren thinks that the alchemists must have the wrong talent, and they can actually refine some forbidden drugs.

Oh, the plague in bottles, it should be said. In a world where medical science is extremely backward, the plague represents absolute death. Especially like these densely packed groups in the Salmer Mountains, a small bottle the size of a thumb can exterminate this race. Locking down the forests, throwing in a lot of plagues, then exterminating them, and extinguishing the plagues again, there is no simpler way to kill.

Aphro translated as Wren spoke, and the warriors raised their swords and spears, but Wren ignored their movements, raised his hand and swept his shoulder, looking up at the blue sky.

Jasmine slowly approached Wren and stood behind him, one hand already pressed to the hilt of her sword. Harvey grinned and gripped the scimitar, licking his lips, his bloodthirsty red eyes palpitating.

In the face of the Desi who are like madmen, the black barbarian witch priests obviously have no good way. It's okay to quarrel and break this covenant, but what about the next? This long winter will see a large number of black barbarians die, and by the beginning of spring next year, the Desi will probably learn how to fight in the jungle in this war. The developed society and advanced technology of the other side are the fatal death hole of these backward primitive races.

After arguing for a long time, the Great Witch Priests fell silent, and when someone said something, every black barbarian warrior had an angry look on their faces. Even Tutu was shocked, and his eyes were full of hatred as he looked at Wren. He drew his foot-long dagger from his waist and, under Jasmine's guard, stabbed himself in the shoulder. He used his other hand to stain it with blood, and drew some strange patterns on his chest and face.

He slapped his chest and said something loudly.

"The savages, beloved by the gods of Heaven and the barbarians, will not crouch in humiliation at the feet of the Desi, and we will not fall on our knees to survive even if we fight to the last barbarian. Since the Desi want to go to war, let's continue the war and let the heavens and the barbarian gods decide the final outcome. ”

Wren looked at Tutu and the Great Witch Priests and nodded, "Since that's the case, there's no need to continue. He looked at Aphro, "Have you tried hard enough to go back with me, or are you going to return to the arms of the barbarian gods with these stupid people?"

Aphro sighed faintly, she kissed Wren's face, her soft lips full and soft, slowly deformed in the squeezing, "I have always been the saint of the barbarian gods, please forgive me for my selfishness." ”

Wren was indifferent, and smiled after a moment, "Everyone will have their own persistence and choices, I won't blame you, in your words, this is your mission." I will bless you and hope that you will complete your career. He patted Aphro's hand, then hugged the woman, turned and walked away firmly, without looking back again.

Some insistences cannot be swayed, and Wren believes that when a real extinction crisis arises, they will compromise.

It's no longer for the will of some bullshit god, but for the continuation of the race.

How powerful were the Basra people back then, and they didn't become the ghosts they are now? This is just a group of black barbarians, a group of barbarians, the dregs of primitive society, and these people still want to turn the sky upside down? He clenched his fists, then let your barbarian gods tell you what is called horror!

The talks did not go well, perhaps because Wren asked too much, or it could be the inexplicable self-esteem of the black man, in short, this peace talks broke down.

As for the next time, he will come back, and when he comes back next time, even the barbarian gods will be trampled under his feet.

"Let all the Desi withdraw from the Salme Mountains, and if they don't leave after a month, life and death will be fate. ", Wren commanded before leaving the Salme Mountains.

Just this sentence made Harvey's heart jump in horror, his eyelids kept beating uncontrollably, and not long after Wren left, he scolded everyone and quickly packed up his things and drove here. He could already imagine that Wren's wrath would completely burn everything here!

After less than a second of silence for these black barbarians, Harvey began to look forward to his aristocratic career with a smile. That's a noble lord, a slave merchant who is as despised as the untouchables, and he is finally going to turn over and become a master.

Before returning to Ortlenburg, Oglais knew the result of Rennes' trip, and the butler grandfather did not show the slightest surprise at such a result. After all, Desi and Heiman are different races, under different social environments and systems, cultural differences and value antagonism, in fact, such a result has long been doomed. In particular, Wren wants to subdue the black barbarians, which makes this meeting full of more variables.