Chapter 235: Defeat the Barbarians

Nearly 100,000 troops gathered outside the city, and the sound of fighting shook the sky. The people of the city were shrouded in clouds, and they were overwhelmed.

The aristocrats took to the streets to appease, but to no avail, everyone had a look of despair on their faces.

The common people do not understand tactics and combat power, and only know that the opponent's army is far superior to their own, and defeat is inevitable, and it will be a disaster at that time.

The barbarians had a reputation for raiding and slaughtering villages. All but women under the age of forty died tragically. The fate of women is even more tragic, they have to bear the humiliation of a dozen or even dozens of barbarian soldiers.

Many civilians in the city have agreed that once the city is broken, they will kill themselves together, and they must not fall into the hands of the barbarians.

The barbarian army is divided into three different formations, that is, the respective camps of the three tribes. The camp where the patriarch is located is extraordinarily tall and shows his authority.

The day before yesterday, the barbarians came to this place, and they happened to encounter the scene left behind by Eve's forbidden spell. I wanted to attack directly, but the picture of thousands of people dying was so frightened that they immediately gave up. The three patriarchs discussed again and decided to take a long-term view. Only then did we have the current situation of besieging but not attacking.

Lu Ming sent someone to contact her, and Eve came forward, first, she has the highest strength and will not be in danger. Second, she had her own ideas and took the initiative to ask to go.

That night, Eve quietly lurked into one of the three camps, the Temu tribe, one of the three major tribes. Eve has traveled the world and heard a little about everything. In her impression, the Temu tribe worshiped the god of death very much, and worshipped the god of death as a totem.

Among the cultivators, only the necromancer is the closest to the god of death, known as the messenger of the god of death, and has the power to communicate with the dead.

Eve suddenly appeared in the big tent, startling several barbarians to panic.

"Who?!"

Eve stepped forward with a look of ease, and the barbarian guards drew their scimitars and surrounded her, and the situation was tense and the battle was about to break out.

"The Ironwood are faithful followers of the Grim Reaper?" Eve asked in fluent barbarian language.

The patriarch of the Temu clan was very old, his eyes were cloudy, he looked skinny, and he had a demonic beast skull on top of his head, and the surrounding clansmen respected him very much.

The old patriarch trembled and said slightly: "The Tiemu clan will always be a believer in the god of death, why does Your Excellency ask this?"

Eve had a smile on her face, and her fingers gently turned the ring, freeing Marbury. As soon as the necromancer in the form of a soul appeared on the stage, he showed his whole body momentum.

All the barbarian warriors in the camp were stunned, and they took the initiative to bow to the ground, and the old patriarch was no exception.

Marbury was at a time when he was in a state of affairs, and he seemed to be able to handle it with ease. Anti-guest-oriented, treat the barbarians as subordinates. According to Eve's instructions, he stated the conditions, and ordered this tribe to join forces with the Duchy of Posei to exterminate the other two tribes.

The old patriarch is wise and understands the truth of cold lips and teeth. However, Marbury's temptation was too great, and according to the previous plan, the resources such as the city and its inhabitants would be divided among the three major tribes.

If the other two tribes are destroyed, their lands and women will be at their fingertips. At that time, he will become the king of the barbarians.

In the depths of his heart, there is one greater longing. When manpower is finally exhausted, life is determined, and he knows that his time is short, but he is not willing to die. Now that the messenger of death is standing before him, he must not give up this opportunity.

"The most expensive messenger of death, your villain will do what you command. I wonder if I could ask you to give the villain the power of death and become an immortal like you. ”

Even necromancers can't live forever, they need to draw on the power of their souls from time to time, and only by becoming a lich can they truly have an immortal body.

Marbury turned back to Eve, who thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Things are moving for the better, so that we can not only solve the immediate crisis, but also gain a competent subordinate. As for whether he has the talent to cultivate a necromancer, it doesn't matter.

As long as he sets foot on the path of the dead, Marbury has a way to control him.

With his approval, Marbury immediately performed a transformation ceremony on the old patriarch. Infuse him with the power of death, transform his physical body, and refine his soul.

The process was extremely painful, and the old patriarch was not very human, gritting his teeth and persevering. When I opened my eyes again, I had already turned blue.

A kind of barbarian warrior bowed down to the old patriarch and congratulated him on his rebirth. The old patriarch fell to his knees in ecstasy and swore his loyalty.

The two returned to the city again, and Marbury immediately became a minion.

"Master, you have given so much to the master of your master, and he must reward you well. Only you have such great wisdom that you can come up with such a good solution. ”

Eve smiled slightly, she used to be a lone ranger and had no power of her own, but now that the situation has changed, the world will be in long-term turmoil. For the sake of Lu Ming, she needs to cultivate her own power.

"You need to keep him firmly under control, you can't give him all at once, you have to take it step by step, slowly whetting his appetite, so that he will be devoured by greed and become a useful puppet. ”

Marbury felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly responded, "Yes!" ”

On the second day, the old patriarch arranged for two other tribes to come to his territory to consult, and covered himself in black robes.

The two clans didn't expect him to suddenly turn back, and there were not many guards with him, so the old patriarch waved his hand, and the guards who were lying in ambush behind the camp tent swarmed up and hacked them to death.

Two other armies came to the tents of the two tribes with torches and began to set fire to them, causing chaos in an instant.

At the same time, the city gate opened, and 20,000 elite cavalry ran out of it, taking advantage of the chaos of the other party, and rushed over.

According to the information they had received earlier, the cavalry only fought the barbarians on the left and right. The barbarians are brave and good at fighting, and Rao is a chaotic formation, but they still have the power to resist. Many of the city's cavalry were killed and reduced to cold corpses.

After the old patriarch watched the fire from the other side, he finally sent an army to attack. The soldiers of both tribes could no longer resist and began to flee in rout.

At this time, Marbury summoned the army of bones that had been laid in ambush for a long time and blocked the way. When the barbarians saw the huge demonic beast puppet, they instantly lost their courage and knelt on the ground and prayed for help. but was torn to pieces by the legion of the dead.

Howls, cries, and curses mingle across the earth to form a tragic symphony.

The sun sprinkled on the corpse-strewn road, hastening the drying of blood. The vanquished have long since become cold on the ground, and only the victors can enjoy its warmth.

As a result of this battle, more than 60,000 people were killed, and the combined number of prisoners of the two tribes was nearly 10,000. None of those who resisted surrendered, and the captives were all crippled soldiers.

Betty wanted to keep these captives as slaves, but the old patriarch Tchaikov wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. The barbarians never leave themselves the seeds of revenge.