"It's a pity, these guys don't even have the idea of delaying a little, it's completely different from the usual barbarian temperament."

Kyle snorted, as he remembered, the barbarians were a bunch of-stirring sticks in every sense of the word, and the word rabble existed specifically for them.

Before the Bone Eater Lord was born, turning the entire tribe into an organic whole, and really began to evolve from nomadism to civilization, the looseness within the tribe can be said to be suffocating.

There is no leader, no writing, no concentrated strength to break through the stubborn rocks, although with their locust-like number of children, they can also occupy a certain advantage in some fields, but how strong can they be expected......

The barbarians themselves do not believe it.

What makes Kyle curious is what caused the Horde to change its stance on the Duchy of Ingylands, or the Ebell Federation, so much.

Don't look at the whole horde of barbarians in the tribe, they are very realistic in dealing with things.

The reason why the totems were able to survive in the tribe after losing the mainstream belief heights on the continent was not because of their simple strength, but because these totems really dared to lend their strength to the barbarians!

The system of dominating the madness and the protection given by the totem make the Barbarians a NO1 class that is beyond other classes, but at least it ensures the fact that they are very capable of fighting in the middle and low ranks.

Fighting with wild beasts in the northern wasteland sharpened their fists and feet, and the protection from the totem made the barbarians' strong system and strength attributes more extreme, and as soon as the madness entered the brain, the whole person became crazy.

But people are just crazy, not stupid.

People are willing to become crazy because barbarians can see clearly, and for various countries, the core role of their barbarians is to act as a self-detonating truck.

That is to say, before they blew themselves up, the barbarians themselves still have use value.

In the same way, the barbarians believe in the totems, also because the totems can bring them protection in a higher dimension, and even provide powerful power to the barbarians if they disagree.

This group of barbarians has nothing, and the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, so in this regard, they really don't mind being taken advantage of at all.

What they are more afraid of is that they don't even have any use value.

Can normal people not be afraid of those barbarians who instantly turn into "horse hunters" without saying a word?

Obviously not.

There are too many thunderstorms among the barbarians, as if you were counting on finding a pure little white flower from the entertainment industry, and in the end you found that the little white flower was not found, but the number of idols who liked to mention the collapsed house was +1.

Although not every barbarian is so crazy, this is the impression that the group of barbarians gives to the public.

But now these stinky fish and rotten shrimp really have a tendency to unite?

"How many barbarians can be stationed in the Lancaster Everglades?"

Kyle asked.

Esther didn't have time to think for a second before replying, "Twenty-four thousand three hundred and twenty people...... Now it is twenty-four thousand three hundred and one. ”

Kyle sat on a hill in the distance, his face calm.

After pulling out a pile of useful information from the savage's head, he decisively asked his rangers to send him on his way.

At that time, the answer given by the berserk barbarians was more than 9,000 people, but now the opponent's strength has run to more than 20,000 people.

This may be due to the fact that the Berserk Barbarians are not good at math, and the tribe is still continuing to infuse the invading Combined Barbarian Legion.

It is also very difficult for ordinary people to complete the statistics, but with the intelligence support of Wandong City and the collaborative calculation of Esther, it does not take a second to get a specific conclusion.

"How many Rangers and Elven Ranger are being drawn in right now?"

"Excluding the number of Rangers who still need helpers, the number of Rangers we can squeeze out is 1,233, and the number of Elven Rangers is 893."

"Counting the number of Frontier Rangers stationed in the Everglades of Lancaster?"

"It's all counted."

"Small problem, the average Ranger or Elven Ranger takes out 11 people."

If this is put in modern warfare, some people will immediately jump out and retort:

"There is no way to fight this battle, the number of enemies is more than eleven times ours, and the advantage is not mine!"

But now, when Kyle looked at the barbarians, his heart didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

"Aren't you worried about the problems with your private forces?"

There was a crisp sound, and Kyle looked up.

The beautiful witch sat on a staff on one side, and her expression looked leisurely and contented, as if she was riding a magic broom and preparing for a spring outing.

"Sister Franca, the skirt is leaking ......"

Kyle looked at the beautiful witch helplessly, this guy had a mocking expression on his face, and said nonchalantly:

"Deliberately, after all, sooner or later, I will grab your big tail and slam it clean, so I will give you a small benefit in advance!"

As she spoke, she paused and chatted slightly about the corners of her skirt, revealing the absolute realm under the black magic skirt that ordinary people could not see, and gently stretched out her little tongue and scratched her teeth and red lips, as if she was reminiscing about something.

Kyle looked at her angrily and said:

"Sister Franka, it's the time of the war, are you here to shake the morale of the army?"

Although there are times when Kyle is greedy, such as Elana's tight and long black silk legs, such as Hasaka's overreacted ears and small tiger teeth......

WELL, THE RIPE TASTE OF THE BEAUTIFUL WITCH IS ALSO MORE ABLE TO GET TO HIS POINT.

But at least for now, he has more important things to do.

"It's not like I want to interfere with you......"

The beautiful witch snorted lightly, looking at the rangers and elven rangers in the distance who had already made relevant preparations, the corners of her mouth rose, revealing a rather leisurely smile.

She had flown over early, just to get it with the backup staff when they arrived, and see if she could help Kyle a little.

However, unexpectedly, I saw a group of Lancastrian armed forces who were ready to attack and had murderous weapons on their bodies.

Although at first glance you may think that the equipment of this group of people is really a little less than ideal, but if you look at it twice, you will find that this armed force under Lancaster is so amazingly deterrent.

"The average challenge level should be almost the ninth level of the beginner's level (LV9), right? Such an army can withstand it before you lose! ”

"It's still far away, and now they want to gnaw down this large army of the tribe, which is really too difficult for them."

Kelmer silently applied a layer of crystal oil to the joints of the [Deep Space Throne] behind him, and the lubricant specially blended by Wandong City was colorless and odorless, and in this way, it penetrated into the joints of the [Deep Space Throne].

The beautiful witch snorted, and the staff that controlled her was slowly falling from the sky, stopping in front of Kyle.

"I feel that this time we may have to support a lonely, and you, coupled with the strength under your hands, can indeed gnaw a big piece of meat on the tribe."

"I don't want to gnaw a big piece of meat on them, I don't need them to pick cotton for me, I just want them to die."

Kyle's words were filled with intense aggression, and it was clear that he was extremely dissatisfied with the forces that had entered his territory for no reason and had a resolute counterattack.

Flanda looked at the metal battle mech behind Kyle, a look of surprise on her face.

With the Goblin Empire having been bombarded for so long, a lot of things have been completely buried as the tide of history advances.

Something like a humanoid mecha can only be seen through the pictures recorded in the books left behind by the Goblin Empire.

In fact, Kyle can now sense Franka's slightly anxious state of mind.

In Franca's eyes, Kyle was a little too calm.

After all, in the traditional culture of the Duchy of England, it is very inconsistent with the etiquette of the nobility to let his knights fight with other followers on the front line while hiding behind himself.

"Aren't you really going to take a look at the battle area in the front row?"

Franka looked at Kyle and said with a serious expression.

Kyle nodded and said, "I really should go to the front row and have a look, but not now." ”

Seeing that Kyle really didn't want to step forward now, Franka felt that she was in a hurry to pull him up and fly near the battlefield on her staff.

After all, the barbarians in the Lancaster Everglades are ready to attack the outside of the swamp at any moment.

If he lets Kyle hide in the rear and doesn't go to the front line to fight, he will definitely feel that Kyle's position is a little problematic when the people who can support him come.

As a lord, the move he made deviated too much from what a normal lord of the Iber Federation should do.

"A lord who can't respond to the death of his followers is not a good lord!"

The beautiful witch didn't even think about it, and when the reinforcements arrived, there would definitely be such a voice within the reinforcements.

It's not that anyone is trying to control public opinion, but for other reinforcements, Kyle's behavior can easily lead to his reputation collapsing in the following group.

Franka had the intention of organizing Kyle to do this, but after seeing Kyle's expression, she suddenly felt that Kyle's thoughts were serious, even well thought out.

I don't think that she is still affected by Kyle's calm temperament, and she doesn't realize that she is not so anxious.

It's like being in Lionheart's own room, and in the middle of the night, I feel the dragon's blood boiling in my body, and I want to ......

Later, he whispered Kyle's name in his mouth, and he unconsciously recalled Kyle's face in his mind, and he was stupid when he thought about it, and when he came back to his senses, he entered the time of the sage.

"Kyle, you really have the demeanor of a lord leader!"

Kyle explained it without being salty:

"The main thing is that I am not at the scene, and I can play a supporting role in the development, but if I go to the scene, it is very likely that some of the masterminds behind the scenes who would have stood up to participate in the battle will probably not appear directly."

"Totem...... Is it? ”

While the two were still talking here, on the other side, there was a continuous roar from the waters of the Lancaster Everglades.

It was as if the entire Mizusawa had been detonated at this moment, and the roar of madness began to spread like a plague in all corners of Mizusawa.

From a variety of different races, but all of them have been affected by the madness and turned into barbarians, a strange atmosphere that defies common sense envelops the surrounding water.

Greedy, bloodthirsty, mad...... And the purest desire to fight!

It was a terrifying realm of the madness of countless barbarians, and within the confines of this realm, both friend and foe would be affected by the madness that rose up in the sky.

To put it bluntly, for the tolerance of madness, no other profession can compare to the barbarians who have been living with madness all along.

Barbarians are more threatening in the early stage, because they are protected by totems, and their muscles will become stronger after being stimulated by wild energy.

This will allow them to drag which professions into the water to play muscle battles with them when they face professions who do not have too many medium-range and long-range combat capabilities in the early and middle stages.

However, once they enter the middle and late stages of the transcendent stage, their own lack of long-range attack capabilities will be extremely obvious.

However, even in the mid-to-late stage barbarians, it is easy to expose the problem of insufficient long-range attacks, but there are still many small lords and even top lords who are willing to hire a team of barbarians to join their territory's defense system.

Of course, it is not to let this group of guys go to the dock to move bricks and pick cotton in the farmland, but to rely on this special field formed by the mutual resonance between madness and madness.

To be precise, there is something wrong with the field.

After all, most of the time, the term realm refers specifically to the spiritual world of those monsters who have opened their own realms and above.

This kind of power should be called [Field].

For example, by instilling a large amount of mana, the swordsman can form a sea of blood-colored flames around the landing site after throwing the weapon.

In that kind of blood-colored flame, idle equipment will quickly erode and lose its protective ability, and even the dragon's dragon scales will quickly be eaten away by the mana.

This is the power of the Spelling Swordsman Field.

The Berserkers' methods are much simpler and clearer.

They are obviously not good at dealing with such combat methods, so the easiest way they can use is to bring themselves and the enemy back to the same level and compete.

Using Berserker's realm to erode the opponent's mind, making them easily agitated, irritable, and even affecting the stability of the enemy's cast status to a certain extent.

After all, whether you are a mage or not, when using spell abilities, you also need to have a calm brain if you want to better exert your strength.

Well, now, the Berserkers have used their experience to tell the world that even if I can't beat you, I can lower your combat IQ to the same level as me......

And then use my unusually rich experience in cerebral palsy-style combat to crush you.

This is why the barbarians whose competitiveness has declined significantly in the middle and late stages will still have a market.

After all, they're the most suitable class to be-stirring sticks.

Just as Kyle and the beautiful witch are silently watching the battlefield in the distance.

The howl sounded again, and one by one the Horde ships struck out from behind Mizuzawa's golden tree.

The cold, damp swamp seemed to be stained with the heat of the battlefield, the beastly roar of the blood-soaked barbarians.

Old Barry, at the front of the rangers, took his spear and raised it high, and roared:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time of decisive battle has come! Take up your arms for the sake of Lancaster and all that we hold dear! ”

A restless agitation resounded from the cold and serious rangers, and a spear was held in their hands by the sound of armor rubbing.

Kyle looked up at the sky.

Perhaps it's because the waters of the Everglades of Lancaster are so widespread that a significant part of the sky is shrouded in faint clouds.

There was still a little rain in the center of Mizusawa.

Kyle couldn't help but think of the short and comfortable time when he first started to attack the [Twisted Jungle] dungeon.

The faint smile on his face faded away.

"This time it's completely different from when the Twisted Jungle was back."

Kyle whispered.

Before I knew it, it seemed as if the sky was starting to rain lightly again.

No......

That's not a light rain at all!

The barbarians were in action, and the intense fear and anger that had arisen from being bombarded by the elven rangers turned into sky-swallowing flames at this moment, and then everything returned to calm.

Because, ah, it's raining red!

Under the calculations of the Gluttonous Slimes, the short spears can basically reach where to hit within the distance of the middle process.

As Kyle says, everything is different.

After a dungeon raid battle, almost the entire Lancaster's core forces were invested, and the final result was exciting.

After the siege of [Embers of the Empire], except for those newcomers who had just entered the Ranger system, the remaining ones naturally became the first group of people in the entire Ranger to break through.

At the beginning, Lancaster's more than 300 Rangers had all broken through to the transcendent stage, they had the most resources, and they also used the Gluttonous Slime to fight for the longest time, and almost all of them were big killers.

And many of the newcomers to the Rangers who came in later, although there is a big gap in strength compared to the old Rangers on the whole, but because of the expansion of the scope of recruitment, coupled with Kyle's name, it still attracts a lot of people with lofty ideals......

The end result is that some young geniuses have appeared among the new rangers one after another.

With their talent and Kyle's investment in them, some competitive guys have been promoted to the transcendent level one after another.

Even those who are pure newcomers, as long as they join the Ranger and participate in the battle before the end of the dungeon strategy of [Embers of the Empire], the basic class level has been raised to LV7 or above, and there are only a few individuals.

Of the remaining group, a small half are LV8 and a large half are LV9.

Such a legion configuration is, to put it bluntly, comparable to many in the Lionheart Warband.

The biggest gap is probably in the armor equipment.

After all, the equipment of the Lionheart Warband is basically alchemy equipment or magic guide equipment, which is more difficult to manufacture, and the resources consumed are not a few.

Lancaster doesn't have these conditions for the time being, but so what?

The equipment is increased by the upper and lower limits, not the median and mode, what is the concept of the attack thrown by a group of LV8-LV10 challenge level spell swordsmen.

That's what Kyle sees in the distance now.

It's raining.

Drops of rain fell from the sky, but under the influence of a large amount of mana projected by a short spear, it was wrapped in crimson mana, turned into a red mist from the sky, and descended on the water with the power of the brilliant heaven.

The short spear that fell with the red mist, wrapped in a powerful impact, instantly nailed to the small ships and battleships.

It turns out that after entering the transcendent stage, the professional really shows otherworldly qualities.

Although it is not as good as Adella's arrows that throw arrows comparable to the destructive power of cruiser missiles in one go, it still has the firepower of heavy artillery under the reinforcement of the Gluttonous Slime.

If a heavy gunner wants to be accurate, he also needs to be fed a large number of shells for training.

But the Rangers are different.

"It's ...... Queen Slime's internal communication network? ”

Franka is also a seeker who walks on the path of spellcaster, and she knows not much about things, and she has a unique vision that instantly recognizes this kind of internal communication between slimes.

And this unusually precise strike......

One thing to say, if the spear-throwing class on the battlefield could have the same accuracy as the cavalry under Kyle's command, this class would not be close to being eliminated.

As if sensing the beauty witch's curiosity, Kyle hesitated for a moment and patted Esther, who was hovering with his hand.

The expressionless Esther was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to cover the beautiful witch's face.

Franca doesn't struggle either, believing Kyle won't hurt herself.

It's just that if outsiders appear here now, if they don't pay attention to their state from the front of the two of them, just from the back or from the side, people who don't know will probably think that Franca was directly slapped in the face and mouth by some kind of translucent tentacle.

Kyle didn't pay much attention either, his eyes kept on the swamp.

It's just that after Esther connected to Franca, he simply took Frankara to his side.

Franka still didn't resist, but just let Kyle pull her to sit on the seat of the Deep Space Throne.

In fact, now Franca doesn't have much of an idea to pay attention to her own body in the outside world.

She looked at the images and information that had been converging into her mind through the Gluttonous Slime Queen, and her whole person was stunned.

I saw that the various swampy areas on the picture were clearly displayed in front of her, forming a delicate and three-dimensional three-dimensional map.

I saw that on the three-dimensional map that was constantly rotating, the location and direction of movement of warships and even ordinary boats were displayed and marked.

A large number of calculation formulas are quickly collected and calculated in the body of Queen Slime, and then form information with inconsistent power conditions, which is transmitted to the slimes on specific rangers.

Then the group of gluttonous slimes immediately used the calculated results to cooperate with the rangers to attack.

As a result, the thousands of Rangers under the combined calculation and command of Kyle's side threw a second round of spears in the picture of Franca.

This time the spear throw was far more deadly than the first.

If the first spear throw is just to be able to roughly lock on to the position of those ships, the second time the spear is launched, it is to pursue faster and more powerful.

The ships that were already rickety to the limit, even those ships that were even larger in size, were still mercilessly punched out of huge gaps.

The ship was sinking, and the barbarians were roaring, and they were tumbling in the water, as if trying to complete their mission by swimming to shore and then going ashore again.

However, the real nightmare finally arrived.

Don't forget, the group of elven rangers who are still on the scene haven't made a move yet.

Some of the elven rangers who had already set up attack points on the high golden tree in advance with the help of the pull of the gluttonous slime thread began to draw their bows and release arrows.

As the most famous race in the entire Shenhua Continent for their archery skills, the elves' arrows still have quite good power even before they have been transformed by Kyle.

Arrows shot out like lightning, cutting graceful curves across the sky, piercing the bodies of the barbarians swimming in the river.

Some of the more unfortunate savages, who were easily noticed by the Elven rangers, were shot into hedgehogs almost immediately.

Even if there were barbarians about to enter the land beyond the swamp, it would be of little use.

Jonathan didn't pay much attention to the thoughts of these barbarians who had not yet had time to go ashore, and led the team to rush forward as soon as possible.

He didn't even bother to cut off the head of the barbarian at the front, but picked up the spear behind him, and with the blessing of a huge force, slammed it on the barbarian's head.

In an instant, the red, white, and green colors were as if a dye shop had been opened, and the barbarian's head was directly buckled into rotten flesh and smashed into his chest, and the barbarian who had caught up behind him stepped on his feet.

Jonathan directly stretched out his big hand and buckled the second barbarian who caught up.

Smack.

Both hands were clapped directly on the left and right ears of the barbarian at the same time.

The spell that condensed in an instant pierced the barbarian's eardrums, stirring his skull into a pulp.

"Invading Lancaster, you're killing yourselves!" Jonathan flew up with a hideous white and green sky.

As if he was venting the anger in his heart, the barbarians who rushed up one by one were either directly decapitated or strung together by Jonathan with his knife.

It's not even a war, it's a one-sided slaughter.

Kyle stared coldly in the direction of the swamp.

No one knows better than him that a real enemy has not yet appeared.

"The movement of this group of barbarians is not small, but it is just a group of props sent by the tribe as low-value consumables."

Kyle snorted.

I know that the tribe wants to play the "old man strategy".

The old man strategy will not only be used on esports players whose physical strength and hand speed are no longer sufficient, but also on weaker players who are weaker than themselves.

For well-established forces, sometimes it is a better choice to drag the enemy into a wheel war if they want to successfully reap the fruits of an effective victory.

Now, from the Horde's side, it is impossible for Lancaster to lead logistics to play with them supported by an entire tribe.

But Kyle was going to make up his mind today and teach the group a good lesson.

"The mountain can't come, I'll go to the mountain!"

This group of barbarians seems to think that it will be advantageous for them to continue to continue?

Have you asked the majority of players if they are willing?

……

[Location: The other direction of the Everglades of Lancaster]

The player [Guarantor Guaranteed Soul] took a deep breath, looked at the people around him and said:

"Everyone, success or failure is here, if we can pick the fruit today, we will have the opportunity to apply to Lord Kyle's brother in advance for a legal and reasonable Lancastrian power group, and we will be able to call ourselves guilds in the future!"

"Oh!" ×N

The players who followed behind the Guaranteed Soul let out a cheer.

Virtual online games don't have guilds, just like there are no Tifa in the 3D area and no Jews in Auschwitz.

After all this time, this is the first time that players have received clear information from Kyle that players are eligible to establish their own independent power in their realms, and that Lancaster agrees with them.

Unbeknownst to them, the logic behind this is not that Kyle agrees that they can form a faction, but that only the players who have been working in Lancaster have the criteria to build a faction.

Players in the other Anglo-Principality regions of the Principality of Reims together do not have as many high-level players as those whose base camp is set in Lancaster all year round.

If you really want to compare, it is equivalent to a zone in the LOL national server, which has always been a gathering area for players with good strength.

The large number of high-level players gathered in such a small area indirectly drives the quality level of players in the entire small area.

They are better able to take on tasks that require a higher level to complete, and can even use teleportation arrays to explore the major dungeons of the Duchy of Ingkireland, which belong to the Mage Guild.

Over time, Lancaster's high players have become more powerful.

And the more powerful players will in turn, forcing the players in other areas to play high.

There are always some high-level players who choose to "join if they can't beat it" in order not to fall behind.

Now, as soon as the news of allowing players to form independent player guilds came out, it instantly detonated the heat of the entire Lancaster.

In order to be able to formulate equipment for this group of barbarians as soon as possible, players from September Heavy Industries began to work overtime to craft related equipment.

Well, it's a diving suit and some demolition props made to help players better sneak underwater.

The equipment used to make these things was kindly provided by Wandong City.

The purpose of all this is to carry out the [Water Ghost Plan] formulated by Kyle.

He needs the player to quietly lurk under the ships at the back of the tribe and make holes in their cabins.

In particular, one of these ships, a somewhat dilapidated ship that clearly played the role of a command ship, must be blown up by all means.

The remaining ships, as long as they achieve their tactical objectives.

"Let's go, let's hurry up and change into diving suits, the water ghost plan will not wait for anyone!"

Who can resist the temptation to be the first to establish a player guild?

To put it mildly, just having the name of your first guild is enough to make players stand out in the game.

I may not want to go to the game to make money, but if I make a big splash in the player base, it's two different things!

So, before the barbarians knew what they were going to face, the players, whose eyes were already as red as rabbits, chose to go into the water and march towards their dreams.

True, Water Ghost, Fourth Natural Disaster, Attack!

……

In the heart of the swamp, surrounded by a dozen huge golden trees, there was a command ship with a displacement that was clearly far greater than that of other tribal ships, and the furious barbarians in charge of this fleet now had a look on their faces that were really about to go berserk.

"Damn it! Damn! Where the hell did you gather the intelligence that Lancaster's armed forces were not that strong, and that they were sparsely numbered and resourced?

Look, your hearts are looking, where does this look like a sparse number, and what other professions are crazy, one by one! ”

The Raging Barbarian Commander would never admit that he was now cowering in the rear because of a strategic mistake and his own visceral fear.

Didn't you say that Lancaster only had one Legendary-level powerhouse who was inconvenient to do it with all his might?

Why is there a sanctuary popping up now, and it's the most unfavorable ranged attack sanctuary for them.

The Commander of the Raging Barbarians can be sure that if he is not ready to be warm and drives the command ship + flagship to the edge of the swamp, then he will probably have priority to enjoy the key care from the Sanctuary at the first time.

At the level of the Sanctuary, without additional mystical elements, the ordinary items could not withstand the destruction of the Sanctuary at all.

He didn't want to leave his flagship sinking by the enemy to chance.

"There's no way around it...... Let's lift the hole cards! ”

The furious barbarian leader had a tangled look on his face.

"Finally, the tribe has just calmed down recently, why is there a new war so quickly, and it is aimed at the Eber Federation."

He ravaged his small hair frantically, and finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

The tribe must not lose the protection of the totem, otherwise the already turbulent tribe will definitely suffer a catastrophe.

Although I don't know what kind of reason the totem god wants to fight against the Duchy of Ingkillans, but for them, it is really only on behalf of the totem god they believe in, trying to participate in this battle.

As it turned out, the battle was clearly a powerful blow to their tribe.

If there is no way to turn the tide, it will soon be a reclassification of order throughout the northern heath.

At such a cost, but not being able to secure the protection of the gods, and losing so many young barbarians, the Raging Barbarian Leader seems to have seen how many people he will try to kill himself when he returns to the tribe.

He subconsciously snorted.

I just feel that there is something not quite right.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and the entire command ship began to sway over the swamp after shaking for a while.

"Oh no, Commander Bull, I don't know who blew a huge hole in the bottom of our command ship, and now it can't be filled!"

"Do you need to tell me this? I've already felt it there! The Raging Barbarian Commander was silent for a moment before continuing.

"Commander, what should we do next?" A barbarian had a look of fear on his face.

Although many of the barbarians know how to water, this does not mean that they will be able to survive after falling into the swamp.

Not to mention, although the Barbarian's flagship looks tattered, if it really sinks to the bottom, it is also completely possible to use the whirlpool to pull the Barbarian into the deep water of the swamp.

If they really sink to the bottom, then the vast majority of them will be finished.

"Let's use that thing......

The Berserk Barbarian Leader glanced at the panicked barbarian just now, a slight disgust on his face.

Suddenly, he shot at the barbarian:

"Black bones, for the glory of the tribe not to be completely destroyed, someone has to make sacrifices, this time the blood food, it's you, no problem, right?"

The expression on the face of the Berserk Barbarian Commander looked even more grim than that of a demon.

In fact, he had been silent before he could speak to the barbarian's men.

The savage collapsed in disbelief.

He didn't understand until he died, why he was so loyal to his ruler, but he became the first "blood food" to be sacrificed to that thing?

"I'm sorry, Black Bone, if you want to blame it, blame your own woman It's too tasteful!"

The commander had a playful expression on his face: "There is no way, your woman is always worried that after you find out about it, you may react violently.

Obviously, I have repeatedly emphasized to her, even if I really did it, what can you do in front of you? ”

The commander spread his hands and said, saying helplessly:

"Black bones, don't blame me, if you want to blame you, the woman is too much heart, after having a relationship with so many people in the Barbarian Guard, even if you want to resist, you can't resist.

But she just doesn't worry, she must want you to die! Or guess why it was your turn to get on the ship for this mission? ”

Black Bone couldn't hear the sound at this time, and he spat at the blood in his mouth and stopped breathing.

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【Lunch Diary】

This morning, in order to be able to prepare a little more inspiration for the new book, I started to explore the content there early.

Writing and writing, suddenly hungry, at half past eleven, I ordered a takeaway of yellow braised chicken, and suddenly, I thought of an inspiration.

Without hesitation, I clicked on the document and continued to write.

By the time the inspiration faded and I stopped writing, it was already 1 o'clock and I was hungry.

At that moment, I instinctively felt that something was wrong.

It may be that there are too many orders in the dream, and it has become PTSD, so click on Meituan immediately to take a look.

Sure enough, there really wasn't an order!

(Comment: It's really not that I'm confused, it must be the fault of that sudden inspiration!) It's all its fault! ）

(End of chapter)