Chapter 1190 The Unknown War (Seeking Monthly Pass)
"Chirp~~~!" A clear eagle whistle crossed the sky and spread far away.
A vigorous black figure spread out its huge wings in the sky, flew across the wilderness, and slowly circled in the sky, looking down at the earth with sharp eyes.
On the earth, countless black spots formed a huge carpet, slowly stretching forward, submerging the green that had just grown on the earth.
Those were hundreds of thousands of newly united barbarians.
Their black figures formed a formation that was twenty miles long and wide, marching towards the west with firm steps.
In the middle of the team, the white wolf tail flag held high by the Chinese army. The more than ten wolf tails represent the various tribes of the barbarians, symbolizing this great alliance of the barbarians.
The barbarian chiefs gathered under the flag to discuss plans to deal with the devil soldiers.
In the middle is the current hero of the barbarians, the brave, wise, selfless...and just leader Hagrid.
This man, as big as a brown bear, has now become the leader of the Barbarian Alliance, elected unanimously by everyone.
This is certainly because of Patriarch Hagrid’s strong charm and reputation, but more importantly because he is now just a bare commander.
Chief Hagrid's people were completely wiped out when they attacked Aldheim. They were all trapped in the city of Aldheim, and no one escaped.
Only he was quick at seeing the opportunity. Feidan did not follow the attack of the large army, but hid in a dark cave, and thus escaped the disaster.
However, although he is not dead, his situation is not much better now. He is short of major generals, and all the wealthy and powerful clan leaders look down upon him.
And because of this, he was lucky enough to reach the position of alliance leader.
Barbarians have a straightforward and reckless character, but this does not mean that they know nothing about politics.
They all grew up in a harsh environment. Every day they not only had to fight against nature, but also had to fight with their companions, and together with their companions, they had to fight against barbarians from different tribes. Over the years,
All have accumulated rich social experience.
They all understand a simple truth, no matter what time, it is the last word to have big fists. Only the number of younger brothers that can be beaten by his subordinates will determine how big the territory of the boss will be.
When the alliance leader was elected, everyone stared with blood-red eyes, all staring at the advantage of the leader.
As long as you have this seat, you can openly ask others to lead your younger brother to death while you squat behind and watch the joke.
It's a pity that they are smart, but others are not stupid either.
Therefore, everyone had a furious quarrel at the conference and almost got a knife. Later, after constant quarrels and fights, the hat finally fell on the head of the Hagrid clan leader.
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Everyone agreed that this result was acceptable.
After all, in this way, this loose tribal alliance can finally be formed. Moreover, there is no need to worry about anyone stabbing you in the back.
As for Patriarch Hagrid, although his name as leader of the alliance is very loud, he has been completely ignored.
But he didn't have any power in his hands. There were at most a hundred rootless wandering warriors who could obey Hagrid's command.
Therefore, he has to balance the strength of everyone and take care of the interests of all parties. Otherwise, if he offends a certain uncle, he will just kill him with a knife. It won't take a cup of tea at all.
Patriarch Hagrid was surrounded by people. His tall and tall figure stood out from the crowd, and he looked infinitely beautiful. Even though everyone had their brains turned into dogs, they still had to get through this matter of honor.
But Hagrid also knew that even though all the clan leaders in front of him were shouting "alliance leader", as soon as they turned around, they would add "silly cross" to his title of alliance leader. As a modification, Hagrid used the attributive
As the leader of a clan, he annihilated all his clan members and was still complacent along the way. This could only be because his brain was burned out.
But they didn't know that when Hagrid looked down at them, he felt the same disdain in his heart.
These simple-minded patriarchs are all pawns on Uncle Hagrid's chessboard at the moment, and they are driven by him to sacrifice their lives for him.
As long as he can kill these stupid barbarians, the Ruman people will give him a big official position, and he will enjoy endless glory and wealth from then on.
Hagrid once secretly sneaked into the Ruman Empire, witnessed the wealthy and luxurious life of the Ruman people, tasted the mellow wine, delicious beef, and the smooth and white skin of the Ruman women.
In just a few days in the Ruman Empire, Patriarch Hagrid felt as if he was living in the fairy palace of Rohan, and the previous thirty years were simply in vain.
Rohan's fairy palace can only be enjoyed after death, but now, you don't have to wait until death, you can enjoy it in advance.
Since you have such a good life, why do you still have to struggle in the snow-capped mountains?
He also knew that it was a joke to live that kind of life if he wanted to defeat the Ruman people with the strength of the barbarians.
Therefore, Patriarch Hagrid chose the simplest, most convenient, and fastest method—to seek refuge with the Ruman people.
This time, there was only one sentence from Ruman's intermediary: seize the opportunity and consume as many barbarians as possible. The more he consumes, the greater his contribution will be.
After a long period of planning and action, Chief Hagrid believed that his action was about to succeed. In his eyes, these chiefs were already dead.
Although Patriarch Hagrid is not generous-minded, he will roar for a long time if someone steps on his shadow. But he doesn't care too much about the ridicule of the dead.
Especially when those dead people can still bring him gold, silver and jewelry.
The patriarch was so preoccupied with calculating the benefits he could gain that he completely failed to realize that he had now become a hardcore traitor, a traitor to his country... and a traitor to his clan.
This is not surprising. In the past, when he still had a younger brother under his command, he could still live a privileged life as a clan leader, but now that his younger brother is gone, he has also lost his last bargaining chip, and he can only be determined to follow the empire.
Otherwise, even if he wins this battle and survives smoothly, what awaits him later will still be the sharp axes or knives of other clan leaders.
Because the barbarians have a proverb that although the snow-capped mountains are big, they can only accommodate one eagle. They will never allow anyone to do anything in their territory, threatening their status and safety.
Just when Hagrid was thinking wildly, a barbarian who was scouting in the front ran back panting and said with a nervous expression: "We found the devil."
Hagrid's spirit was shaken. Like a true alliance leader, he shouted excitedly: "Where are they?"
"In front of us, almost ten miles away, there are hundreds, no, thousands of people." The scout stuttered nervously.
"Follow me~!" Hagrid took off the giant ax on his back, raised it high and swung it towards the sky, took big steps, and rushed forward like flying.
If there were too many enemies, Hagrid would naturally choose to turn around and run away. But...
Thousands of people?
In front of the huge barbarians. Isn’t that just a dish?
This is a good time for you to shine.
However, even though Hagrid rushed forward extremely bravely, only dozens of barbarians who had just followed him were closely following the leader of Hagrid, and those patriarchs wisely chose to stay behind.
Hagrid was not worried at all about this.
Among the barbarians, there are always those young and reckless warriors whose blood surges when they hear slogans.
He waved the giant ax in his hand while shouting loudly: "Barbarian, follow me~! The great Rohan will protect us..."
Sure enough, as they advanced, passionate young barbarians kept roaring and joining Hagrid's ranks.
When they ran up a hill, a group of undead appeared in front of Hagrid. At this time, one or two thousand barbarians were closely following behind him.
Hagrid stood behind the hill and looked intently.
I saw a small group of slow-moving undead in the distance, led by a man wrapped in a black robe.
Hagrid had some doubts in his heart. The other party should have known that he was discovered by the barbarians. Why didn't he leave for so long? Why did he stay here?
"No matter what, it's just right to chop them into pieces while there are few people." Hagrid thought to himself and shouted "Rohan~!"
This is the time to perform well, rack up reputation points, and win people's hearts.
Hagrid took a big step, swung the battle ax in his hand and rushed towards the pile of undead.
Behind him, the barbarians roared angrily, raised their weapons, and then rushed forward like a tide.
Chief Hagrid couldn't help but feel proud for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly heard a laugh in his ears. The man in black opposite him raised his head, revealing the pale and bloodless half of his hood.
A slight smile appeared on his lips.
Then the man in black rose into the air, and in the eyes of the barbarians, he was like a fallen leaf blown by the autumn wind, leaping lightly into the air and rushing towards the west.
Seeing this, Chief Hagrid couldn't help but feel relieved.
The most powerful enemy has escaped. There is no need to worry about it.
He rushed into the undead team in a few steps, roared angrily, swung the axe, swung it in a semicircle, and chopped off the head and half of the shoulder of the zombie on the opposite side with one blow.
Thick black blood suddenly poured out of the corpse.
Then, Patriarch Hagrid used his backhand to smash away a zombie that was grabbing at him.
At this time, the barbarians who rushed up with him had already swarmed up and chopped the remaining zombies into pieces in an instant.
Patriarch Hagrid stepped forward, raised his ax high and roared to the sky. The barbarians around him followed his example and shouted "Rohan" to celebrate their victory.
Just when Patriarch Hagrid was feeling proud, an abnormal black line suddenly appeared on the horizon. They obscured the original white and gray colors of the horizon.
Everyone saw the abnormality at the same time, and the barbarians' cheers stopped abruptly.
Chief Hagrid quickly climbed onto a boulder several meters high next to him, put his hands on his eyes and looked intently.
I saw a black tide flooding the originally white or brown ground, slowly advancing towards the barbarians.
"They are coming." Chief Hagrid's throat moved nervously, then he turned to face the barbarians and shouted an order: "They are coming, prepare to fight~!"
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Walking among the endless undead creatures, Goblin Silver Light has always felt creepy.
There are monsters all around that have been resurrected from the dead. Zombies with rotten faces and various disgusting wounds on their bodies.
Only the skeletons of bones were left, but the skeleton soldiers walked like normal people. They kept making clicking sounds as they walked.
There is also an ugly combination of monsters, they are huge, like a ball, only have a body but no face, and they move clumsily.
Goblin Silver Light didn't even dare to think about how the lich created such a monster.
But looking at the layers of flesh and blood on its body, it goes without saying that the goblin understands in his heart.
All kinds of rancid smells and indescribable pungent and unpleasant smells were filled with silver light.
This was the most efficient march that Goblin Silverlight had ever seen.
All creatures are driven by dark wizards and lichs to act obediently.
They don't need to rest overnight or stop to eat. They only need the lich and dark mage to replenish their mana regularly.
No one in the marching team was talking or making noise, no one was shouting tired or raising objections. There were only some meaningless moans and growls.
Flint strictly ordered the goblin Silverlight to follow him, because these undead creatures would rush up and tear him apart as long as he smelled the breath of a stranger.
In fact, even if he didn't talk about Yin Guang, he wouldn't dare to leave Flint even half a step. These undead creatures like evil ghosts around him had already scared Yin Guang half to death.
A dark mage descended from the sky and landed in the center of the team. He bowed to Herod who was sitting on the sedan chair and said, "My lord, they are here."
Herod let out a hoarse laugh and said: "They are indeed barbarians. They are slower than I expected. How many of them are there?"
The dark mage hesitated for a moment and said: "The sky is overwhelming. They are everywhere within sight. It is impossible to estimate. The number is no less than us."
"Then get ready to start." Herod waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Let's arrange the battlefield here."
The lich next to Herod, like him, was sitting on a shoulder cart carried by a barbarian. After hearing this, he stood up and said slowly: "I haven't done this for many years, Kerry."
"Yes. Gordon." The lich named Kerry stood up and said thoughtfully: "How long has it been since the last rebellion in Yun Province? Two hundred years, or three hundred years?"
Gordon seemed to be recalling something wonderful. He said happily: "The killing was really enjoyable. There was not a single living person left in Yun Province."
"Wonderful soul. Fresh flesh and blood." Lich Kerry raised his nose and sniffed, and said: "We are here."
Herod smiled easily and said: "Go, old friend, have a good time."
Lich Kerry said: "Are you sure you can stand it alone?"
"Of course" Herod waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I still have my baby."
The lichs nodded, suddenly pulled up their bodies, and disappeared into the sky above the goblins like a burst of black smoke.
Silver Light was trembling with fear as he listened. The lich said that this war was as easy as a game.
Herod chose his location on a brightly colored hill. It was flat and empty near the small stone hill. It should be said that it was a very disadvantageous location.
Herod didn't care about this. The dark mage commanded the undead creatures and surrounded the hillock, waiting for the barbarians to arrive.
The goblin Silver Light tried to hide as far away from Herod as possible. When around this lich, the goblin always felt as if his blood was freezing.
As Yin Guang waited anxiously, at ten o'clock in the afternoon, the barbarian appeared in Yin Guang's sight.
The wilderness in the distance is covered by black figures, just like what the dark mage who reported the message said, it is overwhelming and there is no end in sight to the left and right.
The barbarians slowly walked towards the Lich's undead army. When the forward was less than three miles away from the silver light, people were still coming out in a steady stream on the horizon.
Yin Guang secretly estimated in his heart that the scale might be no less than 70,000 to 80,000 people.
The barbarians who also discovered the undead army stopped and then started to light a fire to cook under the silver gaze of the goblin.
Flint snorted angrily and whispered: "Are you going to take this opportunity to attack?"
Herod shook his head slowly and said: "Let them eat the last meal of their lives. The longer it takes, the better it is for us. It will also save us having to arrest them one by one."
Yin Guang watched helplessly as the barbarians sat on the ground, setting up piles of bonfires and heating the dry food in their hands.
At the same time, the barbarians scattered in all directions converged on the big flag in the middle.
There were more and more barbarians in front of the goblins, and they formed a wide human wall, surrounding Herod's undead soldiers in an arc.
Yin Guang couldn't tell how many barbarians he faced, but it was a lot.
During this period of time, the barbarians kept gathering the soldiers without making any other moves. Goblin Silver Light and others were impatient, thinking that the barbarians probably would not choose to attack today, and the battle would have to be postponed tomorrow.
But at this moment, a loud and long horn sound suddenly came from the barbarian front on the opposite side.
The eye-catching white wolf tail banner of the barbarian army began to advance slowly.
Silver Light jumped up from the ground, looked nervously at the barbarians in the distance, and whispered to himself: "It's about to begin."
As the distance got closer and closer, the barbarians clearly appeared in the silver light's field of vision.
They formed a formation that was more than ten miles long, roughly divided into three parts, and approached the dark mage's undead army from three sides.
The thickness of this human wall is about three hundred feet, and it is very difficult to break through such a thick formation.
However, the barbarians obviously lacked unified command, and their formations were scattered and uneven. There were especially many people gathered in the front.
In some places the soldiers were crowded together, but in other places there were gaps exposed.
"Loha~!"
Suddenly a powerful roar came from the opposite side.
In an instant, the entire barbarian team shouted the battle cry in unison.
The voice of shouting "Loha" resounded across the sky and the earth, like continuous thunder exploding overhead.
On the other hand, the Dark Mage's place was unusually quiet. Countless undead creatures, centered on Herod, faced the barbarians silently, forming a huge contrast.
"Kill~!"
After a loud shout, the shouts of killing shook the sky. The barbarians shouted, waved the weapons in their hands, and quickly rushed towards the undead army. (To be continued!~!
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