"Who is this?"

Gnison asked with interest, he could see that this barbarian, if not as good as Haag, could be regarded as a very brave one among the captain-level figures.

"He snatched my boar before I was a soldier. ”

"Oh, then you should have killed him. Gnison immediately lost interest, and as he also came from a poor family, he naturally understood how deep hatred it was to snatch prey, and it was already surprising that Haag did not split the other man in half with an axe.

"Let's go. Hag flipped over the black wolf that had been prepared for him, and the mountain-like body and the explosive force contained in it caused the brute's waist to sink and almost fall to the ground, and Gnison's eyes flashed.

You must know that these beasts raised by half-orcs have long since broken away from their ancestors and completed the mutation, and they can carry even the strongest ogres who are more than two meters tall, and this situation only shows one thing - Hag is stronger and stronger than ogres, which is definitely a thing to be proud of for barbarians whose strength is justice.

"Come on. Gnison stood on the lower claws of a ghostly beast and reached out to Haag. "That beast can't carry the heroic return of our barbarians," the latter rolled off the wolf's back and walked silently towards him.

"Haag!"

This time it was Ivo who spoke up.

He had put away his bow and arrows, and there was no longer any murderous intent on him, but the disappointment and sadness flowing in those eyes made everyone see a blue sea in them, and he took the corner of his coat and held in his hand the dagger that had been tied to his waist for many years, the dagger Hag had seen, they had used it to roast sausages together, and had used it to pierce the throats of their enemies.

The dagger stabbed into the corner of his coat, and with a slight pull of his wrist, the thick linen let out a 'bang' wail, and a piece of broken cloth was thrown into the dark night sky with the lift of his left hand, and then it swirled, tumbled, and fell back to Ivo's feet.

"Bang!" the sound of the boulder smashing into the water tank and the iron ingot breaking through the crystal steel knife and smashing the glass was not heard, but Hag knew that something had shattered in that moment, and there was no blood or injury.

It's just a little heartache.

Haag stepped into the claws of the ghostly behemoth.

"Let's go!"

This sentence was like a light piercing the night, and immediately ushered in a tsunami-like response from the barbarian army, Gnison stood on the back of the ghost beast and put one hand around Haag's shoulder, and then waved the other hand as if tearing the veil of the night apart: "My brother!

In the midst of incomprehensible war songs and tidal roars, the ghostly beast took heavy steps, breaking through the darkness and the cold of the sand, and walked in the direction of Erathia.

Behind them, Mlak strained Tariq, whose arms were bleeding from open arms, and then walked over and picked up the corner of his coat and held it in his hand.

And farther into the darkness, a thousand kilometers away, on top of the walls of Palofodi, Jeremy gently lowered the telescope in his hand, and beside him stood Ilol, who was also sinking like water.

Because of the distance, he didn't know what was going on there, and as a descendant, it was not convenient for him to judge these captains who followed the adults first, but this thing made by the dwarves could easily see that the two terrifying beasts stopped after leading the two hundred ogres out of the kilometer, and then hid behind the huge sand dunes, and those black shadows in the sky were only once raised, and they also had no intention of leaving.

He glanced at Ilore beside him, who nodded heavily.

"Go back, wait for the adults to come back. ”

Mrak patted Ivo on the shoulder, and the Wood Elf turned without saying a word, looking at his lonely back as it melted into the darkness, and he knew that there might never be more laughter from the two living chatterers and the sturdy bison that was always sent to chop wood by the adults, and he could only sigh heavily.

The ghost beasts had terrifying speeds that they didn't want to match their size, and if they had to cross obstacles, they could instantly make their bodies transparent, so in just ten minutes, they had already galloped for kilometers.

The rolling sand dunes didn't give them any barrier at all, and if it weren't for the wolf knights and orcs who were desperately chasing after them, the speed could have more than doubled.

"Now tell me, what have you been through in the past three years, and how can you be with those human elves?"

The ghostly beasts were galloping at high speed, but their backs were as stable as flat ground, which is why when the barbarians took control of these monsters, the generals abandoned their horses to ride the beasts.

Although the ancestral motto of the barbarians is hard, brave, and never afraid of difficulties and retreats, even Lord Tanan does not care.

The Lords said that proper pleasure was necessary, and that wine and war songs together could inspire the warriors to march all the way to the temple of their ancestors.

This sentence was regarded as a wise saying by the generals and captains.

After defeating the Bracadas, Gnison seized a large amount of wine and food from the enemy's supplies, and it would be unreasonable for these greedy and foolish mages to carry delicious steaks for their cooks to prepare even when they went into battle.

However, this is just the right cheap Gnison, although Lord Tanan stipulates that all the spoils of war must be handed over uniformly, but in his capacity, he enjoyed a few steaks and a few jars of wine in advance, and naturally no one dared to say anything.

Anyway, when the time comes, it will be distributed, except for Lord Tanan, he is also the most.

"After I was separated at the foot of the wall, I climbed the snow-capped mountains of Aliland alone, I did not hunt and did not dare to enter the villages I passed, I lived on wild fruits and springs, and then I had only one thought in my heart, to return to my hometown, and then wait for the call of Lord Tanan again. ”

In the process of Haag's narration, Gnison is like a glutton, biting the steak in his hand, the cook or something is purely superfluous, for him as a big-eared monster, the heavy blood brought by the sharp teeth and tendons is the real delicacy.

In addition to the steak, there were chickens, ducks, and roasted golden crispy goats in front of them, which Gnison had specially prepared to cater to Haag's tastes, after all, the other party did not have a tooth as sharp as a knife and saw, and this was a meme he used to mock Haag of.

But in the face of these ordinary barbarian warriors, their eyes lit up at the sight of food, Hag was indifferent.

"Then I didn't know how to get to Sarabuto, where I met the adult, and he was very nice, and he kept me fed, knowing that I had been hungry for five days, and I could gnaw the bones of a whole wild boar. ”

Only the barbarians who have truly experienced poverty and hunger can understand the preciousness of food, and they treat every grain and every meal like a pilgrimage, because those bread or rice that are readily available to ordinary people, barbarians may pay for their own sweat, blood, brothers and sisters, and even their lives.

"Wait, you met Tanan-sama?" asked Gnison in surprise, putting down the steak in his hand, which was already like a rag.

In the hearts of savages, there is always only one who can be worthy of the title of adult.

"No, it's Lord Lear. ”

Gnison's face immediately darkened, as if his faith had been offended, but he did not attack immediately, but shoved a jar of wine into Haag's arms.

"Okay, don't think about those unpleasant things in the past, from now on, you and I will fight side by side, and follow Lord Tanan together to pursue the glory of the Barbarian Empire!"

The wine flowed down the chin and throat into the body and out of the body, but the two people who were also holding the jar and drinking bitterly had completely different thoughts in their hearts.

Hag just felt a little helpless, once upon a time they followed under the command of Lord Tanan, the goal was to free the slave brothers and fight for the light of freedom, but now they have become chasing the barbarian empire, and the brother in front of him is not even willing to listen to him finish speaking, this feeling is so strange.

He didn't know what the other party was thinking, once he was the same as Gnison, and swore allegiance to Lord Tanan as the only true god in this world, but when he came into contact with the outside world, he really felt that it was much more cute to be a flesh-and-blood person.

At least Lord Tanan will not scold in front of the warriors, nor will he squat under the city gate with the soldiers at the bottom to barbecue meat, and he will not personally teach everyone magic and respect the value of everyone's existence, even if he is a slave, as long as he does not become a traitor, he is a person in the eyes of that person.

Yes, it is people, not some pigs, sheep, chickens, and dogs who can insult and trample on the slaughtered animals at will.

All of his ruthlessness and domineering were directed against his enemies, but he was always as gentle as a brother to his fellow warriors, and Hag didn't know if Lord Tanan would be able to do that, at least not when he had been under his wing.

To the barbarians, the name Tanan was more of a faith, a spiritual symbol, than a living flesh and blood creature with them.

As he drank, a smirk suddenly formed on the corner of Haag's mouth, and this expression fell into Gnison's eyes, but it deepened the hatred in his heart for the man named Lear.

In his opinion, the other party must have used some despicable method to deceive Haag, only he knows how simple and brave this brother of his own, how could those cunning and despicable humans let go of such a high-quality thug?

But it doesn't matter, Lord Tanan has gathered an invincible army again, that person seems to be some kind of leader, and when the time comes, we must tear him like a mulberry leaf when we meet on the battlefield.

No, the mulberry wood is a symbol of his hometown and cannot be desecrated, so step on a puddle of rotten meat under his feet and let the ghost beast eat him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Gunnison's mouth also raised a cruel smile.

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