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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Beastmen Chapter 17: The Giant Reappears, the Banner of the Barbarian Beast King...

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    According to the real T53 Barbarian Orc revival plan, Tomad originally planned to hand over various materials produced in the tattoo space to the Barbarian Orcs in the form of half selling and half giving.  The reason why he used this roundabout method instead of directly taking out the supplies in the name of the God of March was just the cautious side of Tomad's character.  However, this business, which was intended to gain faith at a loss, actually made unimaginable profits.  The Barbarian Tooth Tribe and the Yewei Tribe were indeed impoverished and had nothing to offer except some half-rotten animal skins and bone carvings.  But after the first transaction, a message from Delta came to the tattoo space. Those animal furs were only worthy of being thrown away, but traces of the power of faith were found in the bone carvings. Some of the bone carvings even  You can directly extract the pure power of faith!  More importantly, most of the faith power drawn from the barbarian orcs' prayer rituals is "simple" and "strong", and a small part is "pure", which is what the souls of ordinary devout believers can provide.  s things.  As for other types of faith power needed to build the Dark Elf Castle, such as "persistence" or "greed", Tomad could only hope for other means.  What made him feel extremely fortunate was that the "perseverance" and "greed" had been broken down into those bone carving ornaments. If the "jealousy" gained from the spread of the hero's reputation was added, the six precious resources for building the castle would be  Already got it all.  Although the number is far from enough to build the castle to a higher level, at least the glimmer of hope can be seen.  Whenever he thinks that powerful cold-blooded knights, abyssal hydras and shadow priestesses will appear under his command, and may even summon gorgeous black dragons, Tomad feels his mood boiling subtly, so that his face often  A strange, self-repressed smile appeared.  In fact, Tomad does not need to be so forced to suppress it, because near the Fatiguere Oasis, you can see barbarian orcs everywhere with idiot-like happy smiles on their faces.  From the wise and majestic tribal elders to the cubs who are not yet mature, every barbarian orc is smiling for the abundant food rations and stable life, for their devout faith in the God of March and the favor of the god, Don Tomad.  The praises are increasing day by day.  The construction of the settlement named "Fatiguere City" is progressing very smoothly. The orcs are a race known for their hard work and hard work, and the promotion of their faith makes them even more motivated.  The wooden fence and low wall barrier outside the settlement have been basically built. Several watchtowers built from tamarisk trunks allow the sharp-eyed barbarians to monitor the disturbances within a dozen kilometers around the settlement; canoes with flat bottoms and large paddles shuttle through the settlement.  On the calm water of the holy lake, every sunset, rich catches are transported to the warehouse through simple docks; animal skin tents are being replaced by lighter canvas tents and sturdier huts, the latter designed by Tomad  It will gradually become the residence of the residents of Fatiguere City, providing them with shelter from wind and rain, and eventually develop into a more powerful and unshakable force.  An extremely large tribe, or in other words, a kingdom of barbarian orcs.  Tomad is not prepared to become the leader of this new kingdom. Although he only needs to stretch out his hands to take the crown that the barbarian people are willing to give, he knows that he will eventually return to a land that is more suitable for him.  The life of the barbarian orcs is simple, straightforward, and free, enough to satisfy those souls who long for a plain life.  Tomad originally thought he was such a person, but he eventually discovered that what he really desired was not this kind of life.  Maybe he didn¡¯t have the ambition to stir up turmoil in the mainland, let the wars spread, and devastate the people. However, after being framed by others, it seemed that he could not avoid the strong desire for revenge, so as to prevent those careerists from swallowing the bitterness they had brewed.  Wine, wouldn¡¯t it be a waste of the great advantage of having a magical tattoo space?  Maybe this is just an excuse.  Sitting in front of the newly built altar of the God of March in the center of Fatiguere City, bathed in the silver and red moonlight shining from the highest sky, Tomad An made up his mind and raised his glass to drink the sour fermented camel milk.  , a half-self-deprecating, half-understanding smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.  He plans to leave Fatiguere City temporarily after the next gathering in the sky in March, and return to the Free City of Tatarichuk to inquire about the news - if that place has not been reduced to ruins by the army led by the Banner of the Barbarian King.  If unfortunately, Tomad is ready to move on and visit the county town of Da Serai County, where he may be able to get some news about Valedon, Garcia, Iben, and the Sons of Flame mercenary group.  .  But the wheels of time were turning violently and crushed Tomad's little plan early the next morning.  The piercing bone flute emitted a shrill note, shaking the deep blue sky at dawn.  Tomad kicked off the linen quilt, jumped up from the bed, and reached out to fumble for the gryphon sword placed beside the bed.    "Master Shaman, the sound of the bone flute comes from outside the wall. It should not be an attack from a hostile tribe." The voice of the son of Thor came from a dark corner.  Then the fire flashed, once, twice, and by the third time, the black stone in the fire pit was rekindled, and the dancing orange-red light drove away the darkness in the room.  "Don't let your guard down, Son of Saul." Tomad forced himself to reply in a calm tone. The fermented camel milk he drank last night seemed to be playing tricks on his head, causing his ears to ring and his forehead to burst.  Pain.  Fortunately, the healing spell can also dispel bad conditions.  A few minutes later, Tomad, wearing an improved shaman costume, appeared behind the wall in high spirits. The gold ring on his head was inlaid with three gems of different colors - sparkling diamonds, rubies and obsidian.  , which means that this person is deeply favored by the God of March, and his status is far above the Aogasi Shaman who has four rubies, and can even be on an equal footing with the extremely noble Chief Shaman.  Of course, until now, Tomad's status as a favored one has only been recognized by the Manya Tribe and the Yewei Tribe. Although the Pingzu Tribe and the other two mid-level tribes have also expressed their intention to form an alliance and please, they have not yet made any decision.  final decision.  Even in the summer, the dawn in the Abraham Desert seems so cold that it is impossible to imagine the terrible feeling of the scorching sun at noon.  Tomad was pleased to see that his training plan had played a considerable role. A hundred tribal warriors had climbed onto the low wall, holding spears in their hands and double-edged battle axes for close combat at their feet;  There are several sentries with sharp eyes standing on each watchtower. The slingshots loaded with stone bullets can accurately hit the eyes of any incoming beast within a hundred meters.  The barbarian orcs are worthy of the title of a born fighting race. After a little training, they can defeat two to three times the number of human elites head-on. If they defend against a wall, according to Delta's logic, they will be besieged by ten times the human army.  , and can be supported effortlessly.  However, what confused Tomad was that the tribal leaders who had arrived at the wall early all looked worried. Elder Gangyan frowned deeply, while Dun Kaba clutched his battle ax with a ferocious expression and kept shouting from time to time.  The movement of stepping on the ground showed the irritability in his heart.  "Your Majesty, the Great God of March, Lord Tun Tomad, the Favored One of God, you are finally here." Aogashi Shaman may be the calmest among all tribal leaders, but this does not mean that his heart is particularly special.  Strong, but devout faith prevents him from considering any possibility of violating the oracle, even threats from powerful forces that cannot be resisted.  "I heard the sound of the bone flute. Where did the troops appear outside Fatiguere City?" Tomad said with a calm expression. At the same time, he found that when he appeared, many people had worries on their faces.  alleviated.  "I guess it's not that the Flatfoot Tribe sent another negotiation team? Last time, the team didn't negotiate many terms. Instead, they ate less than half of the fresh fish and dried mushrooms in our warehouse."  Laughter came from several mouths at the same time. Although some people's laughter was astringent, after the laughter, the tension and anxiety were diluted a lot.  "Of course they are not from the Flatfoot Tribe." Sha Erda of the Yewei Tribe took a deep breath, "They are the team of His Majesty Zulu Gritous, the king of the beastmen." "Zulu Gritous  Si's accession to the throne was not blessed by the Great God of March, Sha Erda, I don't think he should be addressed as your Majesty." Aogashi Shaman curled his lips in disapproval.  "The Great God of March has not shown any miracles for decades." Sha Erda spread his hands with a wry smile, "The previous one, and the previous king of the barbarians, did not receive the blessing of the Great God of March."  "So they are all false kings." Aogasi Shaman has never compromised on the issue of faith in his life. This was the case in the past and still is now.  "Let the city of Fatiguere, blessed by the March God, bow to the false king, and then devote two-thirds of the tribal warriors to follow him to attack the human kingdom thousands of miles away? How can there be such a stupid idea in the world?" This  Once, even Elder Gangyan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Master Aogasi Shaman, I'm afraid things are not that simple. No matter how great the development potential of Fatiguere City is in the future, with less than four hundred warriors,  There is no way to fight against the tens of thousands of troops from Zulu Gritos. "Those troops outside the city are the envoys sent by Zulu Gritos?" Tomad learned this from their conversation, which made him quite puzzled.  He was surprised by what happened, and his heart couldn't help but sink. "How many people did they come in total? I don't think that the current Fatiguere City will let the king of barbarian beasts send thousands of troops." "That team  It is true that there are not many people, but" Shah Erda hesitated, and finally pointed to a wooden ladder leading to a certain watchtower next to him, "Lord Dun Tomad, the God's Favored One, please use it.  Judge with your own eyes.¡±Tomad raised an eyebrow. Shah Erda was a tribe leader with a resolute character, and he also had the two advantages of being bold and cautious. The Yewei tribe was able to occupy the territory with less than three hundred warriors.  Fatiguere and two other small oases, the tribal leader's ability is the most important.  "The small team made the tribal leader a little confused" Tomad thought as he climbed up the steep wooden ladder, "What did he see?" This question was answered in half a minute.  Then got the answer.  Taking advantage of the golden morning light that had appeared in the east, Tomad looked far into the distance and easily spotted the group of uninvited guests stationed outside Fatiguere City.  The number of people was even smaller than he imagined, even one hundred might not be enough, but Tomad narrowed his eyes, held on to the rough red willow guardrail, and suppressed the shock in his heart.  A black flagpole was erected outside the city, with a Savage Beast King flag flying on it that seemed a little familiar to him. Most of the troops gathered under the flag were roaring warriors wearing thick leather armor, holding large axes and giant swords. It looked like  It is indeed much more elite than the guarding soldiers of Fatiguere City, but it is not irresistible.  Even without the wooden fences and low walls that protect the settlement, four hundred tribal warriors with sophisticated armor and weapons are enough to withstand less than a hundred roaring warriors. It would be impossible if there were not those huge figures with a height of more than six meters.  A humanoid monster that can't be stopped by human power.  These huge figures hold huge wooden sticks that are unimaginably thick in their hands, dragging one end on the ground behind them. There are still branches that have not been removed, almost like a dead tree trunk.  Although this thing is very crude and crude as a weapon, it is enough to destroy the strongest fortifications when wielded. Tomad secretly judged that even the solid bronze gate of the free city Tatarchuk cannot withstand several slams, let alone  It was the low walls and wooden fences that protected the settlement, and the barbarian orc warriors standing on them could not reach the height of their waists.  "Those are the wild giants, allies of the wild orcs, and guardians of the throne." Elder Gang Yan climbed up the wooden ladder at some point and appeared next to Tomad, "There have been no wild giants in the Abraham Desert for decades.  The last time I saw them, I was still a cub without a name and prestige.¡±
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