The appearance of a teenage child on the battlefield affects multiple levels.

First of all, of course, there is worry, because this child is not an ordinary person, but a young master who everyone should defend desperately.

Scarface was the first to jump out to object, and his voice was fierce or inward-looking, but in short, a hundred did not agree.

"No, absolutely not!"

Rushing over at a trot all the way, the commander glared at him and said, "It's no problem for Mr. to teach students, and it is also necessary to cultivate courage, but now is not an ordinary occasion, and no one can guarantee that nothing will happen." Besides, what can happen without a process? The young master used to be a little bit there, and he had to do it step by step. ”

He was finally measured, and he didn't directly say that the young master was cowardly.

The young master was also angry, but he had no right to speak, so he had to try his best to widen his eyes to show his bravery. As the commander said, this is a battlefield, even Lord Lin has to obey the commander's orders, let alone a half-grown child.

Facing the angry Lao Liu, Shisanlang didn't seem to pay attention to it at all, and said, "It's arranged over there?"

"It's arranged, I'll tell you that this can't work, absolutely not. ”

The commander was so angry that he said, "Something happened, are you responsible?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "It's in charge." ”

The Commander was stunned and said, "Who is it?"

Big Ash shook his head and tail on the side, looking so smug that he couldn't do it.

The commander was furious and said, "A donkey? No! This is absolutely not going to work."

Thirteen Lang gestured with his eyes and said, "Look over there." ”

The commander turned his head blankly, hundreds of eyes were all turned here, the strong servants and strong women looked excited, and the guards tried their best to make a calm appearance, but there were two words clearly written in their eyes: Death!

The commander understood what Thirteen Lang meant, sighed and said, "The young master is here to boost morale, I understand this, but"

Shisanro motioned for him to turn around again and said, "Look over there." ”

Outside the big tent. The three members of the Lin family stood side by side. There were only two guards left on his side, and the rest were driven to the front line, which was actually a hundred meters away. The black-robed monk stood silently beside Lin Ruhai, silent, like an invisible ghost.

"This" commander didn't know what to say.

"Look over there. ”

Thirteen Lang gestured again, raised his hand and patted the commander's shoulder, and said, "Prepare to die." ”

Down the slope, the tripartite formation began to accelerate. Like three long knives with sheaths, and then five hundred wild wolves pressed into formation, with a blood-red cloak in the center and a black robe beside him, slowly pressing towards the hillside.

Thirteen Lang's words were very direct, so naturally he couldn't talk about it, but when he thought about it on the other hand, everyone was already ready to die. What difference does it make if the little young master settles down? It is better to carry out the water blow, trap the beast, and live with the will of death.

The commander was speechless, and after a long silence, he said, "I'll send two more people." ”

"Whatever you want. Thirteen Lang was noncommittal, and asked casually: "Just now I said that anyone with the title of clan has a certain strength?"

The commander should be, but he didn't understand him weishenme asked.

Thirteen Lang said: "The barbarians withered, and it was just enslaved by the snow thieves. Great clans like the Sky Wolf and the Horned Worm. How can you allow the warriors of the clan to become snow pirates?"

On a par with the barbarian warriors who can go berserk, the strength of those two regiments must be extraordinary, regardless of reputation. The Celestial Wolf and the Horned Worm were large, but they were not so powerful as to waste the warriors of the clan, and there was no reason why hundreds of people were fighting together in the thieves' band, and there was no reason why they should not be silent. Join the two clans who are considered by the two clans to be blood wolves and abduct the warriors in the clan to be thieves, not to mention a gust of wind, a hundred gusts of wind is not enough to die.

Thinking about it a little deeper, if this matter is tacitly approved, it means that there are three major races standing behind a gust of wind, so how can it be done?

The Commander understood, sighed, and said, "They are outcasts. ”

"Outcasts?"

"Yes, it's someone who doesn't get recognized. ”

The commander said: "Regardless of the race, there will be some people who are not accepted by the clan, such as criminals, and even death row prisoners, who are inconvenient to kill directly or do not deserve death for some reason, and are sent to some remote corners to be left to fend for themselves. Flurry City borders on the seven major races, and the Sky Wolf and Horned Worm each have a horn, so "

"No wonder it's so messy. ”

Shisanlang really understood, and he was quite emotional in his heart. Racial contradictions are a problem that must be faced by any society, and it is difficult to solve them at the root.

The commander said: "In a place like Randan, you can't survive without people. The outcasts are also people, and if they don't want to die, they have to rely on a certain party, and a gust of wind is estimated to be a loophole;

"The unspoken rules are everywhere. ”

Shisanlang replied casually, and then asked, "Is it possible for the outcasts to regain their identity?" Do you want to return?"

"It's funny, do you need to talk about it?" The commander could be regarded as seizing the opportunity to taunt, and said with a sneer: "No one is born a thief, the snow thief looks beautiful, and everyone knows what it actually is." In a word, no way!"

After a pause, the commander said: "The outcasts want to return, but it is very difficult, and the first way is to make meritorious deeds, great merits, which are enough to offset their past sins. Then there is the special recruitment, which can only be re-accepted by the race by a high-ranking person in the clan; sir, think about it, those who are qualified for special recruitment, each of them has tens of millions of warriors, how can they bother with such things. ”

The three teams of people down the slope were close to the foot of the mountain, and the commander didn't dare to talk to Thirteen Lang anymore, and said, "What is this going on, sir, forget it, if there is nothing else, I have to go." ”

"Just ask, go ahead. ”

Thirteen Lang was pondering, and when he heard the promise, he reached out and rubbed the little young master's head, glanced in the direction of the Lin family and then withdrew it. He knew that Lin Ruhai's plan could not be changed, and it didn't matter, the important thing was that Lin Tao was the most important person in the Lin family now, no matter who wanted to take advantage of Lin Ruhai, they needed to start with him.

"Don't take ten steps away from the big ash. Thirteen Lang said lightly.

"Yes. The little master replied loudly

In front of the slope, kilometers, three formations change in unison.

The barbarian camp stepped forward, and hundreds of strong men reached out and tore off the wide white robes, revealing hundreds of shiny bald heads, led by a reckless man who was so strong that he could rival Ka's, they howled in unison.

Like a pack of wolves roaring in the moon, in an instant, the barbarian warriors changed in size, and became huge and even bigger. Strong becomes stronger, and the blood vessels under the skin are like writhing earthworms. The eyes were instantly filled with bloodshots, and the already upright body grew out of thin air, a few times wider.

The upper body is completely naked, and the chest scars with tangled muscles are crisscrossed, and many of them are squeezed and burst with blood. The leader at the beginning held a nine-foot-wide knife and wiped it over the center of his brow like an embroidery needle, and first stabbed himself.

A sign of killing all opponents and leaving no one alive.

Barbarians have always been infantry. Because they are the strongest and proudest warriors, no mount can meet the needs of hundreds of barbarians in bulk, and neither can the snow wolf. For these barbarians who can weigh up to four hundred pounds, the snow wolf is not necessarily as heavy as himself, and the only suitable mount is the wasteland giant elephant; Nor can it match the style of the snow pirates.

They couldn't find mounts, and they didn't need them, for the average height of adult men among the barbarians was two meters four or five, and the head of a giant man was too tall and one-eyed, like a beast worn from time immemorial.

As Scarface introduced and Thirteen Lang guessed, after the barbarian warrior stimulated his talent, the ferocity and brutal disobedience traits in his blood were also completely stimulated. All of them panted like red-eyed bulls. The two white dragons at the end of their noses actually showed red glow, as if even blood was spurting out of their bodies.

I don't care about my own blood. What will happen to others?

The leader's actions answered everyone's questions, and he struggled to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and raised his sword to the sky and slanted against the hillside, howling angrily.

"Roar!"

Five hundred frenzied brute warriors echoed in unison, and began to run on long legs, and the steep but never even even slope of the hill could not slow its pace in the slightest, and the speed became faster and faster.

Once they start to charge, the barbarian warriors cannot allow anyone or anything to block their view, which is the reason why they are always on the front line, and it is also the root of the barbarian withering.

They are the most powerful fighters and at the same time cannon fodder, always will be.

The broad soles of the feet fell to the ground and rose again, the ice and snow were broken and the dead rocks were broken, and the whole hillside seemed to shake up, and the people looked down in shock, only to see a steaming bald head, sweeping the mountains and fields with the force of a hurricane, and rushing horizontally.

The first slasher lit up, the first blood flew into the sky, and the air was ignited like gunpowder, blazing like fire.

It was the blood of the barbarians, and a barbarian warrior rushed to the front of the leader, and was slashed off half of his arm by the enraged commander.

"Whew!"

Slashing a clansman with his own hands, the barbarian leader did not feel any guilt in his eyes, but was stimulated by the breath of blood to become even more manic, and raised his leg and kicked the warrior who was blocking his steps into the sky, his eyes slashing straight at the top of the slope, sharp as a knife.

This is an oath and a provocation, a cry to vent the wildness and pride in losing humanity.

The cry was answered. A sharp arrow tore through the air, whining and whistling, and the barbarian leader barely had time to slam his broadsword across the door and slam his body into a slamming slam.

The arrow entered the body, and the blood bloomed, reaching a depth of five inches.

It can't be penetrated!

It was Jusan Lang's arrow, an arrow shot with the strong bow provided by Scarface, an arrow that once broke five arrows in one shot! Although it was impossible for Jusan Lang to use all his strength for every arrow, it was definitely not something that his body could stop.

The barbarian warriors after the madness are too strong.

The barbarian leader after the arrow was even more angry, and instead of stopping, his forward momentum swooped forward in the posture of a wounded beast, and the broad sword was held horizontally to cover the front of him, not intending to look at the road at all, and he did not care who was in front of him.

Whoever it is, kill him.

"Ditch your sword and get ready!" Scarface's roar was urgent and anxious, urging his subordinates to change their weapons.

In fact, if Thirteen Lang hadn't shot the Barbarian Leader, if he hadn't known that all the barbarian warriors couldn't be as outrageous as the Leader, if he hadn't had expectations for Thirteen Lang's plans, Scarface Commander felt that this battle didn't need to be fought.

There was a lot of busyness around, and Thirteen Lang saw the performance of the barbarian leader with his own eyes, and gave up the idea of blocking the attack with a bow, and casually threw the strong bow back to Scarface, and walked forward.

"Hmm, what are you doing?" Scarface shouted, quickly raising his sword and following along.

Thirteen Lang's footsteps did not stop, as if responding and as if talking to himself, and said in an indifferent voice.

"If it's a beast, it deserves to die. ”

(To be continued......)