"Chirp~~~!" A clear eagle whistle crossed the sky and spread far away.

A sturdy black figure in the sky spread its huge wings and flew through the wilderness, hovering slowly in the sky, its sharp eyes looking down on the earth.

Above the earth, countless black dots formed a huge carpet, slowly stretching out in the direction of the front, submerging the green that had just grown on the earth.

That's a hundred thousand barbarians who have just joined forces.

Their black figures formed a formation of twenty miles long and wide, and marched towards the west with firm steps.

In the middle of the procession, the Chinese army held high a white wolf's tail flag. The more than ten wolf tails represent the various tribes of the barbarians. Symbolizes the great union of the barbarians this time.

The patriarchs of the barbarians gathered under the banner of Chapter 1190 of the unknown war (asking for a monthly pass) to discuss a plan to deal with the devil soldiers.

In the middle are the barbarians' current heroes, brave, wise, selfless...... And the just Hagrid patriarch.

This big man, like a brown bear, has now become the leader of the barbarian coalition, and is unanimously elected by everyone.

This is of course because of Patriarch Hagrid's great charisma and prestige, but more importantly, because he is now only a bare-pole commander.

Chief Hagrid's people were wiped out in the assault on Odenheim, and all of them were trapped in the city of Odenheim, and none of them escaped.

Only when he saw the opportunity quickly, Fei Dan did not attack with the large army, but hid in a dark cave, and only then did he escape the catastrophe.

But. Although he did not die. But now his situation is not much better, there is a shortage of major generals under his command, and all the patriarchs with deep pockets and strong soldiers all look down on him very much.

And because of this, he was able to take shit luck and get mixed into the position of the leader of the alliance.

Barbarians are straightforward and reckless, but that doesn't mean they don't know anything about politics.

All of them grew up in a harsh environment, and every day they had to fight not only with nature, but also with their companions, Chapter 1190 The Unknown War (asking for a monthly pass) and having to be with their companions. Fight against barbarians of different clans. Over the years, all of them have accumulated a wealth of social experience.

They all understand a simple truth, no matter when, big fists are the last word. How many younger brothers can be beaten by his subordinates. How big can the boss's territory be.

When electing the leader of the alliance, everyone stared at the blood-red eyes, and they all stared at the fat shortage of the alliance leader.

As long as you have this seat in your hand, you can openly ask others to take your younger brother to death, and squat behind yourself to watch the jokes.

It's a pity that they are smart, but others are not stupid.

Therefore, everyone quarreled at the conference, and the sky was boiling. I almost moved the knife. Later, after constant quarrels and fights. Finally, the hat fell on the head of the Hagrid patriarch.

Yes, this result is acceptable to all.

After all, this loose tribal alliance can finally be formed. And there's no need to worry about someone stabbing you in the back.

As for Patriarch Hagrid, although his name as the leader of the alliance is very loud, it is also completely hollow.

But he had no power in his hands. The only people who could listen to Hagrid's command were at most a hundred or ten rootless wandering warriors.

Therefore, he has to balance the strength of everyone and take care of the interests of all parties. Otherwise, if a certain uncle is unhappy, he will be killed directly with a knife. It doesn't take a cup of tea at all.

Patriarch Hagrid was surrounded by people, and his tall figure stood out from the crowd, and he looked infinitely beautiful—although everyone's brains were beaten into dog brains, this face-saving thing still had to be lived.

However, Hagrid also knew, even though all the patriarchs in front of him were shouting from the alliance leader. As soon as they turned around, they would add a "silly fork" to his title of alliance leader. As a modifier, Hagrid, as the head of a clan, buried all his clansmen, and was complacent along the way, and it was only possible that his brain was burned.

But they didn't know that Hagrid had the same disdain in his heart when he looked down on them.

These simple-minded patriarchs are all chess pieces on his Uncle Hagrid's chessboard at the moment, and they are driven by him to work hard for themselves.

As long as he can fight these stupid barbarians, the Ruman people will grant him a great official position, and he will enjoy endless glory and wealth from now on.

Hagrid had secretly infiltrated the Ruman Empire, seen the opulence and luxury of the Ruman people, tasted the mellow wine, delicious beef, and the creamy white skin of the Ruman woman.

In just a few days in the Ruman Empire, Patriarch Hagrid felt as if he was living in Rohan's Asgard Palace, and the previous thirty years had been in vain.

Rohan's Asgard can only be enjoyed after death, and now, without waiting until after death, he can enjoy it in advance.

Since you have such a good life, why do you have to work hard in that snowy mountain where birds don't?

He also knew that with the strength of the barbarians, it was a joke to want to defeat the Rumans and live that kind of life.

Therefore, the Hagrid patriarch chose the simplest, most convenient, and quickest way - to join the Rumans.

This time there was only one word coming from Ruman's intermediary: seize the opportunity and consume the barbarian as much as possible, and the more it is consumed, the greater his merit will be.

After a long period of planning and action, Patriarch Hagrid believed that his actions were about to succeed, and in his eyes, these patriarchs were already dead.

Although Patriarch Hagrid is not broad-minded, he will roar for a long time when others step on his shadow. But I don't care too much about the ridicule of the dead.

Especially when the dead could bring him gold, silver, and jewelry.

The patriarch patronized and calculated the benefits he could get, and did not realize at all that he had now become a hardcore traitor and traitor...... Traitors.

And this is not surprising. In the past, when there was a younger brother under him. He can still live the privileged life of the patriarch, but now that the younger brother is gone, he has also lost the last bargaining chip, and he has only the iron heart to follow the empire.

Otherwise, even if he won this battle, he would have survived, but waiting for him was the sharp axes or knives of the other patriarchs.

Because, the barbarians have a proverb, although the snow-capped mountains are big. But there is only room for one eagle. They will never allow anyone to make any fuss in their territory and threaten their status and safety.

Just as Hagrid was thinking, a barbarian who was scouting ahead ran back panting, and said with a nervous expression, "We have found the devil." ”

Hagrid's spirits were shaken. Like a true alliance leader, he shouted excitedly, "Where are they?"

"Ahead, almost ten miles, there are hundreds, no, thousands. The scout stumbled nervously.

"Follow me~!" Hagrid took off the great axe on his back, raised it high and swung it into the sky, strode forward, and rushed forward like a fly.

If there were too many enemies, Hagrid would naturally choose to turn around and run. But......

Thousands?

In front of the vast barbarians. Isn't that a dish?

This is a good time for yourself.

However, although Hagrid rushed forward with great bravery, only a few dozen barbarians had just followed him, and those patriarchs wisely chose to stay behind.

Hagrid wasn't worried.

Among the barbarians, there are always those young and reckless warriors who rush to the test of the slogan.

He waved the giant axe in his hand along the way, while constantly shouting loudly: "Barbarian, follow me~! The great Rohan will bless us......"

Sure enough, in the process of advancing, there were constantly enthusiastic young barbarians roaring. Join Hagrid.

As they ran up a hill, a band of undead appeared in front of Hagrid. And by this time, one or two thousand barbarians were already closely following him.

Hagrid stood behind the hillock, staring intently.

In the distance, I saw a small group of slow-moving undead, led by a man wrapped in black robes.

Hagrid had some doubts in his mind. The other party should have known that he was discovered by the barbarians, why didn't he leave for so long. What are you doing here?

"No matter, it's just right to chop them up while there are few people" Hagrid secretly said in his heart, shouting "Rohan~!"

This kind of time is the time to show Xiàn, brush up on prestige, and buy people's hearts.

Hagrid strode forward, picked up his tomahawk and rushed into the pile of the dead.

Behind him, the barbarians roared, raised their weapons, and rushed up like a tidal wave.

Patriarch Hagrid couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a laugh in his ears, and the man in black on the other side raised his head, revealing a pale bloodless link under the hood, and his thin lips smiled slightly.

Then the man in black rose into the air, and in the eyes of the barbarians, like a fallen leaf blown by the autumn wind, he jumped into the air lightly and swept towards the west.

When Patriarch Hagrid saw this, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

The worst enemies have fled. You don't have to worry about it.

He rushed into the ranks of the undead in a few steps, roared in rage, picked up his axe, swung a semicircle, and slashed the head and half of the shoulder of a zombie on the opposite side with an axe.

Thick black blood suddenly gushed out of the corpse.

Then, with his backhand, Patriarch Hagrid smashed a zombie that came at him into the air.

At this time, the barbarians who rushed up with him had already swarmed up, instantly chopping the remaining zombies to pieces.

Patriarch Hagrid stepped on it, raised his battle axe and roared to the sky, and the barbarians around him followed his example, chanting "Rohan" to celebrate their victory.

Just as Patriarch Hagrid was triumphant, an unusual black line suddenly appeared on the horizon, obscuring the original white and gray of the horizon.

Everyone saw the anomaly at the same time, and the barbarians' cheers came to an abrupt end.

Patriarch Hagrid quickly climbed a boulder several meters high beside him, and put his hand on his eyes to gaze intently.

I saw a black tide flood the originally white or brown ground, slowly advancing towards the barbarians.

"Here they are. Patriarch Hagrid's nervous throat moved, then he turned to face the barbarians and ordered loudly: "They are coming, ready to fight~!"

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Walk among an endless array of undead creatures. Goblin Silver Light has always felt creepy.

It's full of monsters that have come back from the dead. A zombie with a rotten face and various disgusting wounds on its body.

Only the skeletons remained, but the skeletons walked like normal people, and they kept making clicking noises as they walked.

There is also an ugly combo monster that is huge, like a ball, with only a body and no face, and moves awkwardly.

Goblin Silver didn't even dare to wonder how the lichs had created such a monster.

But looking at the layers of flesh and blood on its body, needless to say, the goblin's heart also understood.

All kinds of rancid smells and unspeakable pungent and unpleasant smells. Filled with silver light.

It was the most efficient march the goblin Silverlight had ever seen.

All creatures are driven by dark mages and lichs.

They don't need to rest for the night, they don't need to stop to eat, they just need regular mana replenishment from the lich and the dark mage.

No one in the marching ranks spoke noisily, no one shouted tired or raised objections. Only a few meaningless moans and low growls.

Flint ordered the goblin Silver Light to follow him, as these undead creatures would rush up and tear him apart if they asked for the breath of the living.

In fact, even if he didn't say anything about Silver Light, he didn't dare to leave Flint half a step, and these undead creatures like evil ghosts around him had already scared Silver Light half to death.

A dark mage descended from the sky, landed in the center of the procession, bowed to Helord, who was sitting in a palanquin, and said, "Lord, they are coming. ”

Herod let out a hoarse chuckle and said, "Sure enough, it's a barbarian." Slower than I expected, how many of them are there?"

The dark mage hesitated and said, "It's overwhelming, it's all within the line of sight, it's impossible to estimate, and the number is no less than ours." ”

"Then get ready to get started. Hylord waved his hand indifferently and said, "Just set up the battlefield here." ”

The lich beside Herod sat on the same shoulder as he was on the barbarian's shoulder, and when he heard this, he stood up and said slowly, "I haven't done this in years, Kerry. ”

"yes. Gordon" called Kerry's lich to stand up and pondered, "How long has it been since the last rebellion in Cloud Province, two hundred years, or three hundred years?"

Gordon seemed to recall something wonderful. Said happily: "That killing was really enjoyable, and there was not a single living person left in Yun Province." ”

"Wonderful soul. Fresh flesh and blood. Kerry the Lich raised his nose and sniffed, "Here we are." ”

Helord smiled lightly and said, "Go old friend, have fun." ”

Lich Kerry said, "Are you sure one person can withstand it here?"

"Of course," Hylord waved his hand indifferently, "I still have my baby." ”

The lich nodded, snapped to their feet, and disappeared into the sky above the goblins like a puff of black smoke.

Silverlight listened with horror, this war was as easy as a game in the mouths of the lichs.

Helord chose his location on a brightly colored hill, and the flat and empty near the small stone hill should be said to be a very unfavorable position.

Heylord didn't care, and the dark mage commanded the undead creatures to surround the hillocks and wait for the barbarians to arrive.

The goblin silverlight hid as far away from Hylord as far as possible, and beside this lich, the goblin always had a feeling that his blood was going to be frozen.

While Silverlight waited anxiously, at ten o'clock in the afternoon, the barbarian appeared in Silverlight's sight.

The wilderness in the distance was covered with black figures, like the words of a dark mage who told the news, and the sky was overwhelming, and there was no end in sight on the left and right.

The barbarians slowly walked towards the lich's army of undead, and when the front was less than three miles away from the silver light, there was still a steady stream of people coming out of the horizon.

Yinguang secretly estimated in his heart that the scale would probably not be less than seventy or eighty thousand people.

The barbarian, who had also spotted the army of the undead, stopped, and then under the gaze of the goblin silver light, he actually started to make a fire and cook.

Flint snorted angrily and whispered, "Do you want to take advantage of this opportunity to attack?"

Helord shook his head slowly and said, "Let them finish their last full meal, the longer it will be for us." It will also be saved when the time comes, and they will be caught one by one. ”

Silverlight watched as the barbarians sat on the ground, raising piles of bonfires to heat up the dry food in their hands.

At the same time, the barbarians scattered in all directions converged on the banner in the middle.

There were more and more barbarians in front of the goblins, and they formed a wide human wall, arcing around the undead soldiers of Herod.

Yinguang couldn't tell how many barbarians he was facing, but in short, there were a lot.

During this time, the barbarians kept gathering their soldiers, and there was no other action at all, and the goblins were impatient, thinking that the barbarians probably would not choose to attack today, and the battle would be tomorrow.

But at this moment, in the barbarian front on the opposite side, there was a loud and long horn sound.

The striking white wolf-tailed banner of the Barbarian Chinese army began to advance slowly.

Silver Light jumped up from the ground, looked nervously at the barbarian in the distance, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "It's going to begin." ”

As the distance grew, the barbarian appeared clearly in the silver light's field of vision.

They lined up in a formation more than ten miles long, roughly divided into three parts, approaching the dark mage's army of the undead from three sides.

The thickness of this human wall is about 300 feet, and it is very difficult to break through such a thick formation.

However, the barbarians clearly lacked unified command, and the formation was scattered and uneven, especially in the front.

In some places, the soldiers were huddled together, and in other places, thin gaps were exposed.

"Loha~!"

Suddenly, there was a roar full of anger from the opposite side.

In an instant, the entire barbarian team shouted battle cries in unison.

The shout of "Loha" resounded in the heavens and the earth, like a continuous thunder exploding overhead.

On the other hand, the dark mage is unusually silent, and countless undead creatures are centered on Herod, silently facing the barbarians, forming a huge contrast.

"Kill~!"

After a loud shout, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the barbarians shouted, brandished the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the army of the undead. (To be continued!!