Without any effective resistance, the time of eating was deliberately chosen to bring these people together. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info them eating, they drinking, they sang unbridledly, but they never thought that they would encounter such a team, a frightening team. Perhaps in the hearts of these people, they once despised the Black Armor Army, thinking that these soldiers were just good-looking, and that they did not deserve to be paid extremely high salaries and eat meat at every meal. They may even use a sour tone to constantly mock Wren's policies.

But...... There is no but.

The mountains are dense forests again, and it is difficult for war horses to pass, so this operation Ren personally led the team. As with all god-making movements, mythical rulers sometimes need to show their faces in front of the human weapons in charge of killing, so that the soldiers know that their gods are not the kind of politicians who can only hide behind people and play with intrigues, but may also lead them to victory with their weapons.

Wren was dressed in a military uniform, and instead of the flashy aristocratic armor that Funcos had prepared for him, he chose the most common chain mail. He stepped out of the line with his sword on his shoulder, Blair vigilantly guarding his side. Wren walked to the center of the camp, and in the sickly eyes of a group of black barbarians, full of pleasure, kicked over the captain who had long since died, and was in that seat.

Several lucky people who were full of talents, did not suffer any damage, and did not even have any bruises, were escorted over. They were slashed their arms backwards, and they were pressed to their knees by the black-armored soldiers, their heads pressed tightly to the ground.

Wren looked at them like they looked at the black man.

"Where are the others?", he asked, without the slightest hint of fire in his tone, the corpses and red-stained earth all around him as a backdrop. Several people trembled and did not make a sound, Wren nodded, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers and shook it, Hugo in leather armor happily walked to his side and knelt down on one knee, "My master!"

Wren commanded, "Let them speak." ”

These people are reluctant to speak up because they know better what they will face if they betray their owners. To explain in profound words, the slave traders are inhuman, although they never admit that the black barbarians are human beings, they impose all kinds of methods on the black barbarians, in addition to taking pleasure in it, but also through all kinds of torture and torture, looking for the simplest, most effective, and most direct way to teach the black barbarians. Let this group of brutal, brutal and bloody guys who have not completely receded from their bones become docile slaves.

You see, the black barbarians in the slave market who seem to have been washed of their souls, numb and spiritual, have all been tortured under all kinds of torture and lost their souls and become walking corpses. The more these people know the inside story, the less they dare to speak. If you keep your mouth shut, you may be the only one who will die, but if you betray the big boss, it doesn't matter if you die, your wife and children will be thrown into the slave market and become a sought-after sweetheart.

Some people with special preferences prefer to toss their own kind than cheap black barbarians.

Hugo looked more handsome and extraordinary at this moment than in Balatan, his face was smeared with a dazzling red light, and he paused deeply, "Your will!" With that, he stood up, walked to the person closest to him, took out a dagger about ten centimeters, and stabbed it into the man's waist without even asking a word. The man raised his head sharply, and before a sharp scream could erupt from his open mouth, Hugo punched him in the mouth, and his teeth mixed with blood swallowed all the screams back, and he could only make a whimpering sound.

He didn't care about the other people's gazes, the smile on his face distorted to make his handsome face look terrifying, he reached out and inserted it into the wound on the man's waist, grabbed a slippery intestine in his violently trembling body, and pulled it out with all his might.

The blood and mucus in his abdomen smelled strangely fishy, but he didn't care at all, standing tall, staring at the man with cold and indifferent eyes, "My master is asking you, don't you hear?" The black-armored soldier couldn't hold down the man on the ground, and he fell to the ground trembling, convulsing from the pain. Under this intense pain, it became difficult to even breathe, let alone speak.

Hugo pinched his other thumb and forefinger into his mouth, and with a vigorous blow of his lungs, a sharp whistle sounded, and a half-human gray hound ran with its tail wagged. He shoved the intestine into the hound's mouth, took out a small ball and threw it into the distance, pointing in that direction. The hound suddenly became excited, and ran away to ...... away with his intestines in his mouth.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the injured blood and mucus, and walked towards the second person, his indifferent gaze made the second person tremble as well, "My master wants to know, where have the others gone?"

He was disappointed, for the second man had already been frightened, and immediately spit out everything he knew. What family, what persistence, in front of a pervert like Hugo, has become a joke. It's not terrible to die, it's the way to die!

Wren half-covered his nose and glared at Hugo, "You made me sick to my stomach, don't do this next time, even if you want to get it, get away from my sight." He then pursed his lips and rubbed the ring of his middle finger, "Clean up this place, clean it thoroughly, let people use wine to wash away the blood on the ground, wash away the smell of blood." Put on their clothes, and we'll be waiting here. The others scattered around and hidden, and made sure to kill them with one blow when they enter the siege!"

At this time, in the depths of the dense forest, a war had just ended. A team of nearly a thousand people besieged a tribe of more than 3,000 people. In addition to those who died on the spot, there were about a thousand healthy and unresisting black barbarians. Corpses and severed limbs are piled up like garbage all over the place, and these things will eventually become fodder for the wild beasts around them, completely decomposed by nature, without fear of the plague that may be caused.

The blackmen were tied up in a row, their hair shaved and their clothes stripped of their clothes, no different from the livestock waiting to be sold in the bazaar.

The captain in charge of this attack wiped the blood stains on his armor and asked without raising his head, "How many of us died?"

His assistant quickly gave an answer, "Seventy-three brothers were killed in the battle, and more than 100 were wounded, of which more than 40 were seriously injured and may be disabled." ”

The captain made a movement in his hand, and his eyebrows were clenched, "Why are there so many casualties?"

It's no wonder he asked, compared to the unprotected fighting style of the black barbarians, the slave catchers were almost armed to the teeth. Even if not everyone can afford armor, there is at least a sturdy piece of leather armor. Don't think that the defense of leather armor is necessarily lower than armor, craftsmen who are skilled in making leather armor can make five or even seven layers of leather armor, unless they are injured or shot at close range by a strong bow and crossbow, it is difficult for ordinary attacks to break through all the leather layers.

The assistant took out a weapon with a slightly solemn face and put it in front of the captain. The fire in the captain's eyes suddenly burned, this weapon is so well made, it can't be made by the craftsmanship of the black barbarians, this is completely something from the civilized world. After so many years of slave hunting, he knew very well what a big impact it would have on his career once these black barbarians got sophisticated weapons. In the past, a dozen or so people could go and attack small tribes, if every black barbarian tribe had these weapons, let alone ten people, even a hundred people would be difficult to succeed.

"Are there a lot of these weapons?"

The assistant shook his head and said, "It's not a lot, a total of 300 pieces have been found!"

"Three hundred pieces is not too much?!", the captain's voice suddenly became louder, "Do you want them to have one piece to call it more? These damn weapons dealers, they dare to sell anything for money, they really should hang them all!", he seemed to forget that he dared to do anything for the sake of money.

"I must report this matter when I go back this time, riding horses, our brothers are struggling with their lives in this ghost place, they don't say that they will make it convenient for us, but instead sell these things that can kill us to the black barbarians!", the captain was really angry, and he even began to feel scared. The black barbarians know everything in the forest better than they do, this is the home of the black barbarians, once a large number of advanced and sophisticated weapons flow into this mountain range, don't hunt slaves in the future, it would be good not to be caught slaves.

He stomped his foot fiercely, "Pack up your things, take the corpses of your brothers, let's go back!", he paused, "Bring these weapons with you, go back and ask which company produced them, so many dead and injured people can't be counted like this!"

More than 1,000 people escorted another 1,000 people slowly out of the destroyed tribe, less than three or five minutes after they left, in a dense canopy, several black barbarians looked gloomily at the direction of the slave catcher team leaving, the compound bow they held in their hands wanted to open several times, and finally gave up. With the flame of revenge burning in their hateful eyes, they exchanged a few words in the native language before quickly disappearing into the woods.

The closer he got to the camp, the harder the captain's heart beat harder, he had been in the slave hunt for almost twenty years, and had been rooted in the mountains since he was a teenager. has had a lot of contact with the black barbarians, and he is also skeptical about the things of the black barbarian gods and gods. As he grew older and experienced several accidents, he became more and more convinced that the heavens would send a warning. He raised his hand to stop the team, and solemnly grabbed a henchman beside him, "Sending someone to the camp to have a look, I always feel that something is wrong." (To be continued.) )