Trembling, everyone moved forward as fast as they could, praying that they would reach their destination safely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, it backfired, and on this day, the team was forced to stop in a narrow valley.

As far as the eye could see, thousands of barbarians blocked the sides of the valley. Huge figures were everywhere on the cliffs, and it was clear that they were surrounded.

When they saw this scene, everyone was stunned. Even the three god warriors of Arras lowered their heads in fear, no one expected that this barbarian race would be so powerful if they didn't move.

In the team, Mark may be the only one with a calm expression. It seems that if he doesn't make a move at this time, the entire team will not be able to escape. So he beckoned to Gitani and Milan, who were almost healed, and asked them to carry him on a stretcher.

"Do the barbarians have a language?" Mark asked Art, who had been following him all along.

"There was some crude language, but it was only for simple communication. In addition to warriors, the barbarians also have priests, and the priests are the smartest part of the barbarians, they master the language and cultural heritage of the barbarians, and they are also the actual controllers of the barbarians.

I have never seen a barbarian priest when I am so old, and Mr. Treo has spent a lot of time studying the barbarians, and he has found that the history of the barbarians is extremely glorious, and the language used by their priests is actually the language of the gods, which means that they used to be the rulers of this continent like the gods. ”

"Oh, priest?" Mark nodded, looking ahead, so many barbarians moving at the same time, saying that it was impossible to command without a priest in the rear.

He asked Milan and Gitani to carry him to the front of the line and gave Yat a look.

Arter understood, and began to shout in the lingua franca of the universe:

"This is the most honorable messenger of our people, and he is the messenger of God. You stand in the way of the Divine Envoy, and you will be punished by the Gods!"

Mark had read a lot of books in the Treo room, and he knew that in this forgotten land, the gods were still very intimidating, and even the barbarians were full of awe of the gods in the so-called sacred mountain.

After shouting several times in a row, a group of barbarians who were in the front row of the other party suddenly separated, and three barbarian priests with a body of less than four meters and a much thinner body compared to the barbarian warriors came out.

Although these three priests were thin, they were full of momentum, and their eyes were sharp and agile, and they knew at a glance that they were wise men. The barbarians around them were respectful and respectful, and did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

One of them, the priest who was at the forefront, and who was noticeably the oldest, spoke:

"I wonder who is the Divine Messenger?"

By this time Mark had already sat up on the stretcher, but he did not speak, and Art beside him respectfully introduced:

"He is the Divine Envoy of my Scales Race!"

The other party's sharp gaze turned to Mark, and he was immediately attracted by his completely different appearance and his swirling and deep eyes, and he fell deeply into it for a while, unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, a gleam erupted in Mark's eyes, bounced the other person's gaze away, and then looked at them with a smile.

The three priests who finally came back to their senses didn't know that Mark was merciful, and hurriedly bowed deeply: "Thank you, Lord God!"

Mark knew that although it seemed that the three priests respected him, it did not mean that their team was safe, the barbarians did not dare to violate the gods, and they were also afraid of him, but this time they dispatched such a large number, they would definitely not retreat easily if they did not give an explanation.

Mark thought for a moment, looked at the oldest priest at the front, and said:

"Just because I don't make a move doesn't mean I won't make a move, although I need to pay some price, but it's not that I can't bear it, let me ask you, how can I let us leave?"

The priest had just recovered from the shock, and he was skeptical of Mark's words, and he was not sure of the strength of the oracle in his heart. If he was so mobilized and let go in the end, his reputation among the barbarians would also be shaken.

"Honorable Divine Envoy, if you or any of the warriors in your team can defeat the three king-level powerhouses of our clan at the same time, then I will get out of the way and let you go!"

"Oh?" Mark's eyes narrowed, and then three barbarians slowly walked out from behind the three priests, all of them more than six meters tall and covered in dark scale armor. Judging from their much larger body sizes than the other barbarians, it could be seen that these three king-level barbarians were probably not ordinary third-level peaks, and Mark suspected that they were at least the powerhouses of the candidate rank.

It seems that this is the real hole card of the barbarian race, this kind of barbarian, the ordinary god warrior will only be wiped out in one move, even if Arras has learned the art of war now, he will not be their opponent. It seems that the barbarian race has a deep heritage!

With one against three, and still win, Mark touched his nose speechlessly, his eyes became sharp, this barbarian priest was forcing him to make a personal move, if he didn't make a move, the others couldn't be the opponent of these three king-level barbarians.

"In that case, I'll try it!"

With his hands propped up, Mark jumped off the stretcher and landed on a raised rock. Still sitting casually, it's not that he doesn't want to stand, he really can't stand up.

Seeing this, Art's face changed: "Lord God, you can't—"

Mark waved his hand, stopped Art's words, looked at the three barbarians opposite, and beckoned with some impatience:

"Come on, let's go together, we're in a hurry!"

"Gollum-Gollum-" The three barbarians, at the priest's signal, took off with a leap, and after landing on the ground, they rushed towards Mark at a dizzying speed.

Even Arras's face changed drastically in an instant, and he hurriedly rushed forward, wanting to protect Mark's side. Seeing this, Milan and Gitanni also rushed forward without hesitation. Their move caused others to quickly surround them, but where was the time at this time?

"Hmph—" Mark smiled contemptuously, and pointed his right hand at the fastest barbarian in the middle, and the mood of death rushed out like a tsunami.

Now that he has been promoted to the fourth level of wizard, the artistic conception of death is even more powerful, and the barbarian who bore the brunt of it suddenly felt that his whole body was in a dead domain, and an incomparable fear force rushed towards him, making his heart suddenly feel like ashes, and the fear of death instantly hit his soul, instantly breaking through the defense line in his heart, and penetrating through the bottom of his heart.

"Ahh

Mark stretched out his hand again and pointed at another barbarian, who, at the moment he pointed out, screamed in fear again, as before, and then fell to the ground in a strange way to his death, with a strange expression that made his heart tremble.

The last barbarian saw Mark raise his hand and was about to point at him, even if his IQ was low, he didn't know it at this time, so he quickly knelt down with a sudden brake, and shouted loudly while kowtowing desperately:

"Purr-purr-"

Seeing his performance, Mark stopped making a move, and looked calmly in the direction of the barbarian priest in the distance.

This sight couldn't help but startle him, and in the distance, thousands of barbarians, including the three priests, had all knelt down, and kept shouting in a loud voice:

"Purr-purr-"

From the fanatical and reverent expressions on their faces, it could be seen that his hand was extremely shocking to them. I guess I've already worshipped him as a god.

Looking behind him, all the scales, including Art and Arras, were the same, kneeling and shouting:

"Miracles, miracles, miracles......" (To be continued.) )