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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Beastmen Chapter 18: The Giant Reappears, the Banner of the Barbarian Beast King...

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    The giant is a loyal ally of the king of the barbarian beasts. This legend arises from unknown time and has been circulated among many tribes in the Abrahamic Desert for hundreds of years. It has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts like a curse.  Faced with the dual pressure of the beast king's flag and the giant figure, even with the double fortifications of pointed wooden stakes and low walls, the defenders of Fatiguere still inevitably suffered from low morale, even with their fierceness.  The famous Don Kaba kept making morale-boosting roars, but the response he received seemed feeble.  If it weren't for the favored ones who also have the power of magic standing on the watchtower, I am afraid that the guards of Fatiguere would have already opened the door to welcome the barbarian king's flag into the settlement. Even the respected Elder Gang Yan or Ao Gashi  No shaman can stop others from doing this.  Tomad sighed silently.  Giants are not invincible opponents. Although these guys who are several meters tall do have the terrifying power to destroy cities and villages, they are still made of flesh and blood after all, and due to their large size, it is difficult to avoid poisonous crossbow bolts, javelins and stone bullets.  attack.  If the same number of Dark Elf troops were currently guarding Fatigal, Tomad would even be very confident that he would completely annihilate the troops in front of him under the banner of the Brutal Beast King.  But there is no such opportunity now. The prestige of the King of Barbarian Orcs, Zulu Gritos, has risen to such an extent that even the favored ones of the God of March can compete with each other. Just look at the hesitant expressions of these Barbarian Orc warriors.  You can understand this.  There is no doubt that if Tomad summons the Dark Elf troops and tramples the Barbarian King's flag under his feet, Zulu Gritos will never tolerate this provocation. A bloody storm will sweep across the entire Abraham Desert.  Howling, the first to bear the brunt was the still fragile Fatiguere City.  This will be the end of Fatigal City and the two orc tribes of Manya and Yewei, but for the Griffin Empire that is facing threats, it is likely to be a rare respite.  Tomad must admit that when he first realized this result, he did hesitate in his heart. He knew very well that he was standing at a fork in history, and his decision might even change the situation of the entire continent.  But in the next second, all the cunning calculations and despicable thoughts disappeared from Tomad's heart, because suddenly a slightly shrill voice behind him shouted, "Master Shaman, we are here to help you fight.  ! ¡± It was the voice of the son of Thor.  Tomad turned around in surprise, just in time to see a group of barbarian orc cubs that had not yet grown up, led by the Son of Thor, swarming over, holding long wooden sticks with long pointed ends that had been roasted on fire.  Of course, this simple weapon has no way to compete with the roaring warrior's steel battle ax and two-handed sword, but the faces of the little barbarian orcs are full of fighting enthusiasm, without a trace of fear.  Sha?erda's face looked a little pale, and she jumped in front of these little barbarian orcs and opened her arms to block them.  "Nonsense, really nonsense!" He said in a voice so nervous that he became hoarse. "Fighting is a matter for adults. Why are you little brats without prestige causing trouble?" "The God of March will bless us with victory."  The son of Er declared loudly with a firm expression, holding a simple wooden spear tightly in his hand, "Even if we die in battle, our souls will be led by the envoy of Sonata, the Lord of the Black Moon, to his quiet kingdom, and meet the legendary heroes.  The warriors sat together, singing war songs and drinking wine. "The firm voice from the underage cubs made many barbarian warriors feel their faces heat up, their nostrils flared, and anger began to flow in their blood vessels.  , drive away fear and bring fighting spirit - what Don Kaba failed to do with his angry rebuke and curses, the Son of Saul did it inadvertently.  Before the blushing Shah Erda could say anything to refute, the Aogasi shaman stretched out his arms and let out a whistle, and two powerful barbarian warriors immediately dragged the leader of the Yewei tribe aside.  Tomad could feel the renewed fighting spirit of the defenders of Fatiguere City, but he had given up his plan to annihilate the envoys sent by the King of Barbarians.  This improvised plan had too many variables, and would inevitably lead to the destruction of the new city of Fatiguere in the flames of war.  Thomas asked himself, of course he did not want to see his hometown being plundered by an army of barbarian orcs. However, if these barbarian orcs who respected and loved him were used as victims to fight against the army of Zulu Gritous, such a thing would happen to Thomas.  Virtue cannot be achieved yet.  After hearing the son of Thor's firm declaration, it was not just the orc warriors whose faces were getting hot. Tomad held the sharpened stake in his hand and pretended to be thinking until the heat on his face  Only after it faded did I dare to turn around.  "Elder Gang Yan, there is no reason for us to turn away the envoy holding the flag of the Barbarian Beast King. Let the guards open the door." The expression on Elder Gang Yan's face seemed a little strange.Almost surprised, but also as if everything was already understood.  "Dun Tomad, blessed by the God of March, Fatiguere City will not be afraid of any threat, even if this threat comes from the Banner of the Barbarian Beast King." Elder Gang Yan said slowly with an affirmative tone, while using  The bone staff in his hand pointed towards his feet, "If you are worried that someone is greedy for life and fear of death, then I can assure you that even the underage cubs in the Manya tribe will not have such cowards!" "  What the Manya Tribe can do, the Yewei Tribe will do better." Dun Kaba said angrily, "God's Favored One, as long as you say a word, we will chop off the heads of those big guys.  You make a good head pillar!" Tomad smiled bitterly and shook his hand. This barbaric custom of head pillars is rare even among the barbarian orc tribes, but Dun Kaba is obviously an exception.  Outside his tent, there were three pointed wooden stakes as thick as arms. Two of them were filled with heads from the war dead. There were ten on each wooden stake, and most of them had turned into white bones. The third one was filled with skulls.  Three heads have already been inserted. If Tomad had not defeated him in a one-on-one battle, it is likely that the Barbarian Fang tribe would have provided this terrible warrior with a head filled with a third head post.  .  "Giants are our natural allies. If they don't take the initiative to attack or show hostility, we should welcome them like brothers of the same race." Tomad thought, raising his voice and announcing, then he turned to Elder Gangyan  , "Elder, did you just say that you have seen giants?" "When I was not yet an adult." Elder Gang Yan nodded, "At that time, the Manya tribe had not yet emerged from another tribe, and some  The giants live not far from that tribe and have a very friendly relationship with the tribe. They can even use food in exchange for them to help the tribe with some tasks that require huge strength. However, because their appetite is too large, only one of them can handle it.  There are ten barbarian orc boys, so the tribe can't afford enough food to hire them regularly." "That's not a problem." Tomad nodded in a small way, and then walked down the wooden ladder quickly.  , "Get ready to welcome the envoy of the King of Barbarian Orcs. This will be Fatigal's first opportunity to show his strength to the outside world!" Sha Erda nodded repeatedly in deep agreement, but Aogashi Shaman showed his disapproval.  He looked indignant, and it seemed that if Tomad had not made his position clear, the tribal shaman would definitely speak out in fierce opposition.  Seeing the two gates slowly opening under the drag of more than a dozen strong men, the team carrying the barbarian king's flag crawled into Fatiguere like a giant black snake. Elder Gangyan stood on the watchtower with a look in his eyes.  There is a strange flavor that cannot be described in words.  "Is this my destiny? Will the prophecy of the Black Crow Witch be verified today? Oh, if this is the path that our race will take to rise, then what reason do I have to be stingy with my old bones?  ?¡± The voice that came from the old barbarian orc¡¯s lips and teeth was as low as a whisper, and no one heard it, and it disappeared under the morning sky in a blink of an eye.
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