"You are all a bunch of cowards~!!" A roar like a lion's fury echoed in the small stone house, shaking the ears of everyone present.

The man who roared was a particularly burly man.

He is more than two meters tall, has a strong physique, arms thicker than the average person's thighs, muscles are bulging, angular and full of explosive power.

Although the weather was still cold, he was wrapped in a simple piece of fur, his arms and chest were exposed, and his face was dark golden hair, which looked like a brown bear in the prime of life.

The bonfire that burned around the middle of the stone house was crowded with barbarians of all colors.

But they stared at the fire with their heads shut down and said nothing. Let the light of the fire burn their faces red.

After a long while, Chapter 1187 Zombie Siege (6,000 words, asking for a monthly ticket), the strong man saw that no one had spoken, and immediately became even more annoyed, and said, "Great Rohan, open your eyes and see what your children and grandchildren have become."

They all have a rabbit's tail on the back of their heads......"

A barbarian with a wolf's head hat on his head suddenly stood up and said unhappily: "Hagrid, it's not that we're cowardly, it's that we don't know if what you're saying is true. ”

Patriarch Hagrid, nicknamed the Giant Bear, snorted angrily, clasped his hands over his shoulders, glared at each other viciously, and said, "Are you doubting my honesty?

Is the demise of Hudheim fake? Is the demise of the Ducumheim fake? Is the demise of Lundheim fake?

The one who fled to me from Lundheim. He once said to me personally. The samurai who could not be killed attacked them.

By the time I arrived with the men, all the people of Lundheim were gone, and there were no bodies of the dead.

Dare you say that none of you have heard the same thing?

If you don't act, it's your turn next. ”

The patriarchs on the side of the bonfire glanced at each other and nodded their heads: for the terrible tribe that suddenly rose in the east, he Chapter 1187 Zombie Siege (6,000 words, ask for a monthly pass) has also heard of it.

Those guys came out of nowhere, swept across the entire east with extreme domineering, and wiped out countless tribes. This aroused their alarm.

However, it is only vigilant.

Although those people were powerful, they did not show the strength and majesty of the military like the Ruman Empire.

In front of a powerful enemy like the Ruman Empire. These savages are aware of the danger of their existence and, therefore, can put aside their past preconceptions for a while and unite. Fight the enemy together.

But if the enemy's power is not strong enough, they will naturally choose to deal with their neighbors first.

After all, no matter how powerful outsiders are, it is impossible for them to run into their homes, take their cattle away, steal their grain, and abduct their wives and daughters. And the neighbors can do it easily.

Patriarch Hagrid was as strong as a brown bear, but he was as smart as a fox. And more importantly, he is also one of these patriarchs, so he naturally sees through the small calculations in the hearts of these fellow people at a glance.

He glanced at everyone contemptuously and said, "Poor fools. Do you know who they are?

They are evil ghosts sent by the demon king Zade~!

They turn the living into undead soldiers, and drive the undead who cannot rest to fight for them.

Their ambitions are bigger than the sky, and their goal is to wipe out the entire human race~!"

The patriarchs couldn't help but exchange an uneasy look.

Annihilation of the entire human race?

What a wild ambition.

The human world population is as large as the stars in the sky.

Just a small Ruman Empire has already crushed the barbarians.

And such an empire is only one of the many countries of the human world.

Their strength is already completely unimaginable to the barbarians.

And those people actually want to destroy the entire human world.

So how strong should their strength be~!

Patriarch Hagrid continued, "And their first step is to start by exterminating all of our barbarians~!

As a descendant of Rohan, I will not sit idly by and watch the devil of Zad appear in our land. ”

"It's not as scary as you say, aren't we safe right now?" someone whispered in the crowd.

"Safe? Hoodheim, Dukulaheim, Lundheim, they also thought they were safe.

Wake up, my brothers. Those demons are even more terrifying than the people of the Empire.

I'd rather stand with an imperial stinky pig and chat. I don't want those demons to shake my hand. ”

"I can attest to it. The patriarch of another barbarian, who had been silent, stood up.

He had white hair, a somewhat rickety figure, and only a dirty robe draped over his body. He looked old and dirty, and was extremely weak among the barbarians who admired force. But he opened his mouth. The barbarians in the room fell silent and looked at him earnestly.

After all, among the barbarians. It is not easy to live to such an age. And being old also means that you have experienced a lot of things, have a lot of experience, and are old and treacherous.

A man like him is quite few among the barbarians with a generally low IQ and very little knowledge, and in fact, can be called the existence of the wise.

His old voice was like chanting an ancient epic of a barbarian, and he said faintly: "A month ago, I rescued a young man by the river. His body was as terrible as the wolves had bitten him.

He told me that Oderheim had been overrun by the devil, who had seized us barbarians, poisoned them, and thrown them into a black pool to become living skeletons to fight for them.

The devil has no feelings, no sense, and the elderly, women, and even children, do not spare any of them.

He also said......"

The patriarch raised his head and glanced at his compatriots in front of the campfire, and said word by word, "They are coming." ”

This sentence seemed to be an ominous prophecy, and the hearts of the barbarians by the fire sank.

"Where's that man?"

"Dead. The old patriarch shook his head. He said regretfully: "May his soul rest by Rohan's side."

After he said this to me, he died not long after, and he said that he had a plague planted by the devil and asked me to burn him.

It was the blessing of Rohan's heroic spirit that kept him going for so long. ”

"You hear you. The giant bear Hagrid nodded respectfully to the elderly patriarch, and said secretly in his heart: I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that you, an old fellow, who usually looks like a god, actually took refuge in the Ruman people.

Hagrid waved his hands. "They are going to walk out of Odenheim, kill us, imprison our souls, and turn our corpses into the dead," he said. Are you just going to die?"

The chiefs by the campfire did not lift their heads. Like a clay sculpture, he stared at the flames in front of him expressionlessly.

They wouldn't believe Hagrid's until danger befell them, and they were still far from Oldheim, so they had to flee.

Hagrid saw that he had been talking for a long time, but everyone was still indifferent, and could not help sighing: these dogs are all masters who do not see rabbits and do not scatter eagles. Before they see Shili, they will never be tempted.

Thinking of this, he coughed lightly, and then said casually, "Everyone." Oderheim concentrated all the wealth of the Bedean tribe. ”

The patriarchs' eyes lit up suddenly, and at the same time, they thought of this joint, and the property of those tribes that did not perish was not all in the hands of Oldheim.

If you take Oderheim by yourself, everything there will be yours. And......

And Oldheim, it's a city, and there are a lot of strong houses in it. If you live in it, the winter will not be as terrible as it used to be......

Hagrid patted his hairy chest vigorously, thumping his chest, and said, "I will lead all my warriors to attack Odenheim and destroy the Zad Devil." All the spoils of war are not taken by our tribe, and they are fairly distributed to each tribe that contributes.

If you want to come, I, Hagrid, welcome my brother with open arms, and if you don't want to come, just run for your life. I Hagrid don't laugh at you. ”

"I'll go. "The old patriarch was the first to respond. "We, Woolf, sent three thousand soldiers, but I'm old. Let my son go in my place. ”

Hagrid solemnly bowed to the old patriarch and said, "Rohan will also praise Woolf for his courage." ”

"I'll go too, there are so many terrible rumors that my people are scared and want to run away, I must take a look. ”

"I'll go too,"

"I'll go. ”

"Okay~!" Patriarch Hagrid nodded vigorously and said, "Let's go now, take your most elite warriors, and then we'll meet those demons." ”

Hagrid strode out of the stone house and shouted at the barbarian warriors gathered outside the house, "Let's go and kill Zad's devil." Rohan~!"

The barbarian warriors, who had been waiting for a long time, raised their weapons and chanted battle cries with all their might.

"Rohan~!" a loud bang echoed through the valley, and the roars of thousands of people shook the snow on the cliffs, followed by the sound of "booming" avalanches.

After taking the oath, the barbarians marched east in a scattered formation.

The other patriarchs glanced at each other, and they also got up one after another, and strode out of the house.

Although they are not very intelligent people, they have an incomparable instinct in the face of the severe tests of nature. They clearly knew that the enemy was so strong that since they had decided to fight, they naturally had to join forces and beat one of them fiercely.

With so many barbarians all gathered together, this is the battle with the best chance of victory.

If you miss this opportunity, then you will never have such a chance to fight in the future.

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The anxious footsteps of "pop bang ......" resounded in the deep temple of the demon god, and it was especially piercing in the silent temple, alarming the lich Herod who was meditating with his eyes closed.

The green light in the Lich Heyrod's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a dry and hoarse voice, "What happened?"

The dark mage who walked in quickly hurriedly stopped his steps, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Lord, we found a large group of barbarians coming from the west, "Huh?" Hylord was silent for a moment and said, "How many?"

"Tens of thousands," the dark mage estimated. Then he shook his head. Corrected his answer and said, "No, tens of thousands." ”

Helord couldn't help frowning: there is a lot of difference between the numbers 'tens of thousands' and 'tens of thousands', which shows how unprofessional the scout in front of him is.

But he is not demanding, after all, the other party is a dark mage, and his profession is extremely inappropriate. It is already commendable that he can figure out the difference between 'tens of thousands' and 'tens of thousands'.

You know, if you put a group of people there, even if it is him, it is difficult to distinguish whether those people are 'tens of thousands' or 'tens of thousands'.

He muttered, "Tens of thousands of barbarians?" I went to them, and they came to the door on their own. That's a good thing. ”

The dark mage said worriedly, "Lord, what are we going to do?"

"Gather your men, and use them to train your hands. "It's like Herod is telling a little thing. Said lightly.

Then the bell rang in the Demon Temple, and it spread throughout Odenheim, and in less than ten breaths, all the dark mages gathered in the Demon Temple, and the goblin silver light was also among them.

Silver Light hid at the back of the line, staring at the dark mage beside him, secretly wondering what had happened.

Silver Light wanted to see some clues in the eyes of the dark mages, but found that the dark mages were just as confused as he was.

"Exposed? Impossible. The Lich wouldn't put on such a big battle just to catch a little spy for himself. The Rumans are coming? It's even more impossible, and the Rumans don't have wings. ”

Silver Light pondered various possibilities in his heart, and even considered whether Lord Lorraine led a large group of white-robed and white-bearded old priests to call.

Heylot, the lich, walked out with his staff of bones. Glancing at the black pressed human head in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction, the efficiency of the dark mages in transforming the undead soldiers is very good, and now the entire Undead in Odenheim is controlled by them.

Herode pointed to the West, and said in a hoarse voice: "There are tens of thousands of barbarians in the West, maybe tens of thousands, but whatever, anyway, those dirty and stupid barbarians are coming to us."

Go and deal with them~!" There were no passionate slogans, no loud oaths, and all the dark mages bowed in silence. He turned around and walked out.

The goblin silver light was wrapped in the crowd and followed their footsteps out of the Demon God Temple, and then the dark mages took off into the air, scattering in all directions.

When Silver Light was confusing where to go, someone suddenly grabbed her arm. He dragged him towards the gates of Oderheim.

Silver Light looked up and saw that it was Flint.

Flint just said "follow me" and sped up the wall with the goblins.

Stand high above the gaze. The valley in front of Oldheim was silent, a small river flowed through it, and the snow on the sunny side melted, revealing the gray stone floor on the ground, and there was not a trace of life in sight.

Helord and several other lichs then descended from the sky and landed in front of Flint and Silverlight, one of them raised his face slightly, as if to smell the cold wind, and then grinned and said, "I smell the living." ”

"Fresh soul, fresh blood. "It was as if Helord was about to have a full meal.

The lichs smiled cruelly as if they were ready to watch the gladiators' blood-soaked performances.

Goblin Yinguang was still wondering where this person was, and the surrounding area was full of bare mountain rocks.

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared on the snow line at the top of the mountain opposite Oldheim, and they paused for a moment, and then jumped off the peak.

The shadows of these activities continued to rush down from the peak, straight towards Odenheim.

As the distance got closer, Silverlight heard the characteristic shouts of the barbarians as they charged, as the cold wind came.

"Loha, Loha......"

The voice grew from slight to clear, and the silver light could see clearly the barbarians who had been killed, numbering no less than 10,000 people, and there was also a steady stream of people who crossed the mountain peaks and joined the battlefield in the river valley. I don't know how many more people will join.

The wilderness in front of Oldheim was full of barbarians, wrapped in rudimentary fur and armed with crude weapons.

Silver Light stared at the howling barbarian with wide eyes, applied with a look of regret, and secretly said in his heart: "Don't come, don't come, you will die." ”

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the barbarians in the vanguard were only a short distance away from the city gates.

Hylord sneered. With a wave of his hand. Said: "Since you're here, don't go back." ”

Then he waved his hand and said, "Let's start." ”

The lich dodged and drifted away from the city walls, disappearing into the city of Oldheim.

Flintlara, the goblin, said, "If you don't want to die, follow me." ”

The gates of Oderheim opened to reveal the straight street behind them.

When the barbarians rushed to the gates, they stopped in surprise and wandered around the gates.

There was not a single person on the road. There was not a single figure in the building, and the whole city was quiet, like a ghost town.

It was the first time the barbarians had seen such a strange thing, and they had clearly seen people on the castle tower on their way to charge. When I arrived, they were all gone.

As the barbarian warriors hesitated, behind them, Hagrid and the other patriarchs stopped on the hillside to watch the battle.

"What a majestic city~!" someone couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The barbarians, who had never had the idea of building a city, were amazed at the magnificence and neatness of the city at the first sight of Oldheim.

"How many people can there be in this city?" asked the Hagrid chief, curious.

"Fifty thousand, no, one hundred thousand~!"

"I think 200,000 is possible. ”

Patriarch Hagrid nodded and said, "Two hundred thousand people, two hundred thousand barbarians, the plundered wealth is in it. ”

The patriarchs cheered up like a bloody needle, two hundred thousand barbarians. The people and possessions of more than fifty tribes are in the city in front of them.

As long as it is defeated, one's money and population can soar a lot, and no one can calm down in the face of this temptation.

But one was unmoved, saying, "We Woolf don't want any wealth." ”、

Just when the others lamented that the young patriarch's brain was burned, the people said leisurely: "We only need this city." ”

"The beauty you want~!"

"Condominium has to be everyone's. ”

"Agree, condominium, and make this the capital of our barbarians. ”

Hagrid stopped their argument and said, "My tribe doesn't want anything. As for the spoils of war, let's talk about winning this battle. ”

"Hell, why didn't our people stay at the door?"

The patriarchs found their warriors wandering in front of the city gates.

The sharp-eyed one found the empty city wall, laughed out loud, and shouted, "They didn't close the city gates." Those cowards were scared away by us, so rush in. ”

"Rush in. Rush in~!"

At the shouting urgings of the patriarchs in the rear, the brave barbarians shouted over the walls of Oderheim and rushed into the streets of the city.

They smashed open every building, searched every room, but found nothing, the city was empty as if it had never been inhabited, and even the gloomy temple in the city was empty.

Feeling deceived, the barbarians angrily toppled the idol and smashed the altar.

It wasn't until they had rushed through most of the city that they finally found their compatriots in their humble shacks.

The barbarians who dwelt in Oderheim were all lying on the ground, lying or lying, motionless on the cold ground as if they were dead.

A barbarian warrior stepped forward and picked up his compatriots, looked at each other as if they were asleep, shook them vigorously, and urged: "Wake up, wake up, tell me where the treasure is?"

A person next to him reached out and touched their necks, shook his head and said, "It's useless, they're dead." ”

"I'm X", the warrior scolded, throwing away the dead barbarian in his hand, clapping his hands and saying in unison: "Bad luck." ”

Instead go looking for the next person.

The overturned barbarian corpse suddenly opened its eyes, which had turned a cloudy yellow-green, and then the long-dead corpse clumsily moved its hands and feet, and struggled to get up from the ground.

When the warrior saw the horrified gaze of his comrade, he suddenly turned his senses and saw the man he judged to be a corpse staring at him with withered yellow eyes.

The barbarian warrior said happily: "You are still alive, great, tell you that everyone is ...... run"

At this time, the other party suddenly pounced, hugged the neck of the barbarian warrior and bit it down fiercely.

"Ah~!" the terrible scream alarmed all the barbarian warriors.

As they converged on the place where the sound was coming from, they found that there were constantly people who were lying on their backs getting up from the ground or coming out of their toppled huts.

These people staggered and moved like stiff puppets, but when they approached a living barbarian warrior, they would pounce on them and bite them.

But when the warriors used their swords to slash these monsters, they found that they could not kill them, and even if their hands and feet were cut off, these monsters would persistently crawl towards them.

"It's Zade's devil~!" the warriors shouted in panic.

"They can't be killed, run. ”

The barbarians were not afraid of a living enemy, but they were afraid of such immortal monsters, and they cried out in panic and scrambled to flee backwards.

As they tried to escape the ghost town along the way they entered, they found that the gates were closed, and thousands of barbarians like them stood guard in front of them, their weapons aimed at them.

The streets that had been deserted were now also crowded with dense crowds, and they faced the barbarian warriors in silence.

With a "chirp", a sound like a scream of a ghost, the monsters surrounding the barbarian warriors rushed up from all sides.

Oldheim's was overshadowed.

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