Looking at the many elite warriors who disappeared in the blink of an eye, the barbarians were dumbfounded. Before, I didn't believe it after hearing the memories of the scout who escaped by luck, but now I witnessed it with my own eyes and deeply felt the shock and horror of the 10,000 bullets.

Shocking, really shocking!

From top to bottom, the barbarians were all petrified and couldn't recover for a long time. For them, who are known as mountain warriors, the Evil Eye is just a low-level demonic beast in the Truss Forest that is too weak to be weaker, with a loose surname and slow movements. Not to mention one, even if three or five of them go together, they are not their opponents, they never expected that after being gathered by Yang Ling, the power of these garbage demonic beasts would be so terrifying.

"Lord Yang, if you have this strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to destroy our entire tribe!" the barbarian patriarch swallowed, "The second-order horned bee beast can only fire three stingers a day, and the magic power of the evil eye is limited, and it can't attack for a long time. As long as we hold the castle, you won't be able to attack it at all!"

Despite the heavy losses, the barbarian patriarch was unwilling to give in. Barbarians are natural mountain warriors, and since ancient times, there have only been barbarians who have died in battle, and there have never been barbarians who have survived on their knees.

"That's right, I can't capture your entire tribe!" Yang Ling admitted calmly, much to everyone's surprise, "But as long as I command the Demon Beast army to guard your exit, you can't hunt, then, how long can you retreat in the tribe?"

Seeing that Yang Ling hit the nail on the head and went straight to his weakness, the barbarian patriarch's eyebrows jumped, and he secretly screamed that it was not good. After pondering for a moment, he said stiffly: "Lord Yang, don't forget that this is the Truss Forest, we are just a small branch tribe of the barbarians, and we can get help from other barbarian tribes at any time!"

"Hehe, joke, even if the other barbarian tribes do their best to help, when will they come over and collect your corpses?"

Yang Ling smiled coldly, and after a pause, he looked at the barbarian patriarch with a blue face, and said, "As an ancient summoner, I am just a small person in the family, you see, I only have low-level demonic beasts such as the Horned Bee Beast and the Evil Eye. But my elders are different, their high-level magical beasts can not talk about attacking, and their huge number alone can level your tribe. All I need to do is build a teleportation magic array, and I can get their help right away!"

As the Barbarian Patriarch said, after successive attacks, the magic power of the Evil Eye has reached a low point. Now let alone attacking the barbarian tribe, if all the barbarians rush up, I'm afraid it is a question of whether they can escape in their entirety. At the critical moment, Yang Ling simply took a risk, pulled the tiger skin and beat the drum.

The Ancient Summoner, the Barbarian Patriarch, suddenly realized, and finally understood why Yang Ling was able to summon so many demonic beasts to fight.

Looking at Yang Ling who was sneering on the other side, the barbarian patriarch had a big head, and he couldn't understand how he could provoke such a terrifying guy. Although the barbarians are irritable, after all, they have been breeding in the Terras Forest for thousands of years, and they know better than anyone the horror of the ancient summoners.

According to genealogical records, a long time ago, there was a powerful barbarian empire on the continent, and the territory was vast. But for some reason, the 28th King got into trouble with a mysterious and powerful summoner family, who summoned a demonic beast that covered the sky to besiege Yanjing, slaughtering the royal family overnight. As a result, the barbarian empire wall fell and everyone pushed it, and the barbarian power gradually declined from then on, and slowly withdrew from the competition on the mainland and retreated to the mountains and forests.

Even the powerful Barbarian Empire was not an opponent, where did the Barbarian Patriarch dare to act rashly, and the thought of the powerful family power behind Yang Ling was cold. After repeatedly weighing the gains and losses, in order to continue the incense of the clansmen, he had to give up the idea of assaulting and holding on to the whole army, and said uneasily: "Lord Yang, may I ask why you came to our tribe?"

"It's very simple, I said a long time ago, as long as you let go of all the prisoners and compensate for our losses, I will withdraw my troops immediately!"

"Good!" the barbarian patriarch could afford to put it down, nodded simply, and loudly ordered the guards around him, "Release all the captives immediately, quickly!"

After receiving the order, several barbarians quickly departed, and soon a large group of captives came out, both old and young. Among them, including Alice's long-awaited grandfather.

"Grandpa, Alice has finally met you, Grandpa"

Seeing the familiar figure, Alice rushed forward desperately, and reunited after the catastrophe, and the grandfather and grandson cried together. At the same time, the rest of the captives also burst into tears and thanked Yang Ling for his rescue.

"Very good, patriarch, this has been the case for a long time, why should we be rude?" Looking at the barbarian patriarch who was uneasy, Yang Ling seemed to see an oversized fat sheep, and said with a smile: "Now, let's calculate how to compensate." Ten amethyst coins for wounded human captives, and twenty for those killed, isn't it too much?"

"Okay, all twenty amethyst coins!" the barbarian readily agreed, now he just wanted to send Yang Ling, the plague god, away as soon as possible, not to mention twenty amethyst coins per person, even fifty amethyst coins.

After counting the number of human captives and the corresponding crystal coins that need to be compensated, Yang Ling said with a smile: "Patriarch, the compensation for the captives has been calculated, a total of two thousand five hundred amethyst coins, and now calculate the compensation for me." There are 500 amethyst coins for a monster, a total of 12 pieces, and the cost of lost work is 25,000 amethyst coins, and the mental loss is 50,000 crystal coins. Count the whole number, a total of 80,000 amethyst coins!"

80,000 amethyst coins?

Not to mention the barbarians, even Cassie was dumbfounded, and as for the tearful captives, they wondered if they were dreaming!

"You" the barbarian patriarch was so angry that he almost couldn't get up in one breath. He thought that Yang Ling would ask for a little more compensation, but he didn't expect him to open his mouth with a big mouth, and on the grounds of the so-called spiritual loss, he opened his mouth to be 80,000 amethyst coins.

Could it be that he was just an excuse to find a reason to continue the attack?

After taking a few deep breaths, the barbarian patriarch's face changed, and he tried his best to hide his uneasy emotions, and a terrible thought came to mind. After hesitating for a moment, he said in embarrassment: "Lord Yang, let's not hide it, we rarely interact with the outside world, and the entire tribe only has two thousand amethyst coins at most!"

"Alas, this is troublesome!" Yang Ling pretended to be embarrassed and touched his nose, "Do you have any special products, such as Warcraft crystal nuclei or dark fire crystals or the like, although the current market is not good, it is still worth a few dollars!"

Hearing Yang Ling say this, the barbarian patriarch breathed a sigh of relief, understanding that he was just asking for money, but then frowned again. As strong mountain warriors, they have indeed accumulated a lot of demonic beast crystal nuclei over the years, but I am afraid that handing them all over will not satisfy Yang Ling's appetite.

"Patriarch, it's understandable that there aren't enough crystal coins or crystal nuclei for a while!" Seeing the patriarch's brows furrowed, Yang Ling smiled understandingly, and then said: "You have a large number of warriors, you can hurry up and hunt for crystal nuclei, or dig this dark fire crystal to pay off debts, and you can extend the period appropriately for a period of time!"

After rolling his eyes, Yang Ling threw out a bait that dropped the big fish with a long line. There are a lot of dark fire crystals in the Valenya Valley, and the barbarians are strong and strong, making them good candidates for strong men and coolies, and in addition, the barbarians are famous for their fierce and hideous faces, and it should be a good choice to be cannon fodder one day.

Under coercion and inducement, Yang Ling and the barbarian patriarch signed a seemingly fair agreement. The barbarians provided Yang Ling with one hundred demonic beast crystal nuclei and two carts of dark fire crystals every month for a period of two years. Yang Ling, on the other hand, generously returned the remaining barbarian captives and promised to provide the barbarians with some of the necessities of life such as salt.

After bidding farewell to the barbarian patriarch with an ugly face, Yang Ling led everyone back with a full load and headed south to the forest elf tribe. On the way, the people who did not die in the catastrophe rejoiced and repeatedly thanked him for his rescue.

Yang Ling returned with a full load, but thousands of miles away in the town of Weisen, a huge storm was brewing in a majestic castle.

"Ibilis, your dog's paws are lighter," Arching his butt bitten by the horned bee beast, Imia gritted her teeth on the bed, and kicked an old man who looked like a priest, "Get out, change a maid to come in and change the dressing!"

Ever since the Elven Tribe had been in the first war, Imia had been restless, her ass was red and swollen, and her temper had become more and more irritable.

"Good, gather all the warriors immediately, I want to wash the elven tribe in blood and screw off the summoner's head!"

"Young master, this" Gu De, who was dressed in black, looked embarrassed, and said cautiously: "Half a month ago, the head of the family took most of the elite warriors to the sea, and now does not seem to be the best time to retaliate!"

"I don't care, I'm going to kill that abominable summoner, I'm going to sell all the elven women to be the scumbest bitches!" Imia roared as she thumped the bed underneath her. Growing so big, he had never suffered such a big loss, and almost all the samurai accompanying him were wiped out, and he almost lost his life.

Looking at the furious Imia, the black-clothed strategist Goode hesitated a little, "Young Master, after many efforts, my subordinates have secretly contacted the regional liaison of the Killer Guild, or"

After some conspiracy, Good, the man in black, gently retreated, while Imia laughed in relief. The big hand touched the hem of the maid's clothes, and pinched a grape full of bullets.