All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Get out of here! Hurry!"

The barbarian who was the first to come back to his senses hissed a warning, but his voice broke. A few people immediately woke up from their nightmares, jumped in panic, flew into the air, and fled outside the tribe.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Barbarians with frightened expressions swooped across the night sky. Hundreds of meteorites in the sky were already roaring down with fierce flames, suddenly covering the entire tribe.

Boom boom, an explosion occurred almost simultaneously in the tribe. The powerful explosive air flow raged, brutally blowing the barbarians flying in the air. As for the other barbarians who failed to react in time and escaped, they were all wiped out and rolled in the raging hot air.

The earth and gravel were tearing apart the barbarians crazily in the violent hot air, killing most of these barbarians' lives like a meat grinder. When the aftermath of the explosion subsided, the barbarians, all bruised and dying, fell down like dumplings, extinguishing the blazing sea of ​​​​fire.

"The leader is mighty!"

A figure laughed triumphantly, approaching from a distance. Hundreds of powerful barbarians were wiped out. This glorious victory was all the result of the plan formulated by their supreme leader... Hardinson.

First use a small number of elites to lure away Qualkek and other barbarian leaders, and then the people ambushing on the other side take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. With just such a time difference, the extremely brave barbarian was captured in one fell swoop. What a brilliant result this is.

In fact, if Hardinson witnessed this glorious result, he would not believe his eyes either. In his plan, the purpose of luring away Qualkek and other barbarian elites was to reduce the risk of attacking the barbarian tribes. Even with over 10,000 professionals, he was not confident that he could wipe out all the barbarian tribes. But the barbarians who stayed behind were careless and received a huge surprise.

"Tear off the equipment on the corpses and tie up all the living ones." Barbarian Nordink, the deputy city lord of New Harrogas, ordered others to clean up the battlefield with high spirits.

More than 3,000 professionals responsible for the final blow laughed and split up to act in a relaxed and comfortable manner. Dead savages, stripped naked. The half-dead savages were all tied into rice dumplings and thrown into the cleared space. Not long after, Nordink received the battle report from his subordinates.

More than five hundred adult barbarians were captured alive in this battle. A total of more than a hundred barbarians were killed in the attack just now. As for the old, weak, sick and disabled, no one survived. But Nordink knew Hardinson's plan. The old, weak, sick and disabled were not part of the plan at all, and they would die if they died.

The barbarians who were captured alive were dying, and they watched helplessly as the triumphant enemies in front of them gathered the equipment that they had ripped off the corpses of their tribesmen into the open space, and gradually piled them up into a hill. There is only one voice left in everyone's heart.

Blood feud!

But every surviving savage knew one fact. No tribe before could match the power of New Harrogath. Now that the tribe has been destroyed and the tribesmen have suffered heavy casualties, even if they escape, they will not be able to retaliate against Hardinson.

The dead wives, children, and children emerged in the hearts of everyone. Seeing the former relatives turned into cold corpses and being randomly discarded on the frozen ground, every barbarian almost went crazy. Inadvertently, the influence of Hurtado, whose strength has soared, gradually appeared in everyone's mind.

New inheritance!

Now that they are no longer able to protect their loved ones, what traditions do they still abide by? Can observing traditions resurrect a loved one who died tragically? Everyone gradually calmed down, and deep regret gradually took over their hearts.

If he hadn't obeyed Qualkek's expulsion of Hurtado, now...

If there had been no obedience to Qualkek's objection to accepting the new inheritance, now...

There is no if, just as there is no regret medicine in the world. The cruel reality almost destroyed the will of the survivors. There is obviously a chance to avoid all this cruelty.

One of the barbarians suddenly burst into tears and cried remorsefully. Gradually, more and more barbarians howled in regret. They hated themselves for following the crowd and following the orders of this old fool, Qualkek, against the new inheritance.

"What happened to them?"

Seeing the captured barbarians wailing and crying, the victors of New Harrogas had a strange look on their face. Is this a fearless savage who never knows what crying is?

"Haha, we have destroyed their will. Now even a newborn cub can kill them." Nordink laughed wildly, and the most vicious sarcasm for barbarians was thrown down, causing others to laugh. laughing out loud.

It's really worth the trip to see the stubborn savages like this.

"Take our trophies, others follow me. Now it's the turn of those guys in Qualkek to cry and kneel in front of us." Seeing that the battlefield was cleaned, Nodink laughed and arranged for a team of people to escort the trophies back to New Zealand. Harrogas. The remaining two thousand people rushed to another battlefield and wiped out the surviving barbarians in one fell swoop.

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"Hardinson, if you still have the honor of being a barbarian, give me a good fight!"

Qualkirk looked at Hardinson, who was running wildly dozens of meters away, completely crazy. After nearly half an hour of chasing and then escaping, they chased for dozens of kilometers, but the distance between the two parties still did not shorten, and still maintained the original distance.

"If you tell Rasuk and the others to stop, I'll have a good fight with you." Hardinson smiled strangely. The strange laughter like a night owl seemed particularly scary in the dark night.

Qualkirk looked back. A hundred meters behind him was the team of Rasuk and others chasing the sneak attackers. Now, except for Hardinson, all the surviving sneak attackers have had their heads chopped off. He immediately raised his voice decisively and shouted: "Rasuk, bring them to a stop. I will personally chop off Hardinson's head and send it to the altar of my ancestors."

Rasuk heard Qualkek's roar, and after a moment's hesitation, he raised his right hand to signal the others to stop. Hardinson is the elder of the barbarian clan, and his strength is self-evident. But Qualkek is the absolute number one among the barbarians. The two sides were duel, and Qualkek clearly had the upper hand. It was only a matter of time before he cut off Hardinson's head.

Barbarians such as Guerrera and Will also hold the same view. So everyone stopped one after another and looked over there from a distance. At this time, Hardinson saw Lasuk and others stopping and stopped running away.

"It's just you and me now. Come on, let's have a good fight. I'm going to use your head and blood to wash away the shame on my body." Qualkek dragged his sword backwards and strode towards Hardinson.

The sharp and heavy blade plowed a furrow in the hard soil. With every step he took, Qualkirk's aura increased by one point. When he walked in front of Hardinson, Qualkirk's aura reached its peak. Even though they were almost 150 meters apart, Rasuk and others still felt difficulty breathing. It was a kind of mental coercion.

"I feel the breath of ancient times." Rasuk opened his eyes wide and stared at Qualkek in the distance in disbelief. He had only experienced similar pressure from the three ancient guards at the top of Arreat.

Guerrera and Will's jaws dropped as well. Qualkek's strength has exceeded their understanding. They also felt the ancient atmosphere. Anyone who could break into the original World Stone Fortress had to have been tested by the three ancient guards.

Qualkek is going to become a god.