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Volume 6: The Bloody Battle of Tallon Chapter 3: The Decision of the King of Barbarians

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    When the golden sun stretched out its finger of dawn to touch the eastern sky, the king of the barbarian beasts, Zulu Gritots, was galloping between the sand dunes and the oasis under the protection of a small group of white guards, with an indescribable expression on his face.  dignified.  The inexplicable death of the chief shaman not only frightened the shamans who jointly held the divine descending ceremony, but also cast a heavy haze on the reputation of the Barbarian King Banner.  According to the inconsistent and unclear narrative of the messenger, it seems that the Chief Shaman of Kayid has successfully summoned the divine clone of the Lord of the Black Moon and launched a fierce attack on Tallon Fortress.  There, the divine avatar of the Lord of the Black Moon encountered a powerful challenge. Although the shamans present were not able to witness the confrontation with their own eyes, certain fragments fed back from their consciousness gave them a clear understanding.  I felt the countless collisions of two powerful forces.  The messenger pointed to the sky and the earth, expressing his vows. All the shamans were convinced that the Lord of the Black Moon had the decisive upper hand. The divine power protecting Tallon Fortress was retreating steadily under the fierce attack of the Lord of the Black Moon, as if being beaten by a strong wind.  Like a torn torch, there is always the possibility of being extinguished.  However, just when the Lord of the Black Moon was about to win, a terrifying scene suddenly befell the Chief Shaman of Kayid without any warning.  That scene will probably be difficult to forget.  The brazier spewed green sulfuric poisonous fire, and the totem pole flashed with countless bright spots. One moment, Chief Shaman Kayid was meditating calmly, with a humble and enthusiastic smile on his lips. The next moment, his body surface appeared.  Countless huge black blood bubbles, and a strong and pungent stench filled the surrounding air. A particularly sad cry suddenly broke out from the bony chest of the chief shaman, which seemed to be "Stupid, impossible, this is too stupid!"  Or some other cursing sound. Because the tone was too weird and strange, few people could guarantee that what they heard was the sound coming from the mouth of the chief shaman.  ¡°Then the body of Chief Shaman Kayid exploded.  Yes, it was an explosion.  Zulu Gritoutz expressed disbelief at first, but the messenger insisted on his statement. Even though he saw the fierce light in the eyes of the king of barbarians and trembled with fear, he did not change his statement.  Zulu Gritouzi certainly would not think that his prestige had weakened. It seems that the messenger's account should have been what he saw with his own eyes, rather than spreading rumors.  Chief Shaman Kayed did indeed die in a sudden explosion. His flesh and blood turned into highly toxic black smelly liquid and splashed out, involving at least a dozen shamans and apprentices.  These people then died of festering all over their bodies amid bursts of miserable screams. Neither shamanic secrets nor healing herbs could save their lives, or even slow down the festering.  When we arrived at the hill where the temporary camp was located, the sky was already bright, and the golden sunlight was shining directly from the blue sky. Although it was already early autumn, it still had a blazing power.  After half a night of galloping, Zulu Gritoutz was already thirsty. However, he did not accept the herbal tea offered by a shaman apprentice. Instead, he pushed it away and strode in.  Camp gate.  Facing the group of shamans who came to greet him, Zulu Gritotz wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a rough voice, "Who is in charge here now?" "Responsible?"  It's me." An older-looking shaman replied feebly, with six gems dangling on his neck ring, reflecting streaks of colorful light.  "I am the Xiuqi Shaman of the Langer Tribe. Your Majesty, what are your orders?" "Xiuqi Shaman, where is the body of Chief Shaman Kayid?" "No one dares to touch the Chief Shaman.  Two of the people who did this lost their arms, and one was reluctant to part with his arm and lost his life. "Xiu Qi Shaman obviously hadn't woken up from the horror of last night. When he spoke, his eyes glanced left and right.  , like a frightened rabbit.  Zulu Gritouzi swallowed his mouth full of bitterness angrily.  He has never liked any shamans. These guys are weak and pitiful and have no reputation. They only rely on the power given by the March God to hold high positions.  Especially the chief shaman of Kayid. Although his attitude was gentle and humble, Zulu Gritotz saw deep contempt in his eyes, as if everything in front of him was nothing but himself.  Worth to talk about.  This is not contempt in the ordinary sense, but the kind of contempt that the immortal gods look down on the mortal things in the world.  On the one hand, Zulu Gritoutz must show respect and support to the chief shaman of Kayid, but on the other hand, he always wants to get rid of the control of the chief shaman and let the reputation of the Barbarian King Banner be higher than that of the shaman.  Above the Presbyterian Church.  This goal was bizarrely achieved last night, but Zulu Gritots did not have any thoughts of joy, but felt a chill down his spine.  Looking into the distance, Tallon Fortress is just a gray-black silhouette among the rolling mountains.?You only need to stretch out your hands to push it to the ground.  But what kind of devil is hidden in that fortress?  How could even Chief Shaman of Kayid, a greedy, vicious, but undoubtedly extremely powerful old guy, die so miserably and horribly?  Looking at the blood-red skeleton lying in a pool of black rotten blood, the King of Barbarian Orcs had a dull expression for at least half a minute, without saying a word. Then he stretched out his right hand, and the leader of the White Guards, Dogo Giant,  The devil immediately offered the legendary double-edged ax with both hands - the majesty of the barbarian king.  The majesty of the Barbarian King is at least twice as heavy as the double-edged giant ax used by ordinary Barbarian Roaring Warriors. The black steel ax blade danced with a chilling light. Zulu Gritots gently lifted it with one hand.  Get up, then raise your head high, pointing the ax blade directly at the blue sky.  "Talon! You will fall! No one can stop me. I am the king, Zulu Gritots, the king of the beasts and the world!" His voice rose from the small hill, spreading  It spread in all directions, and then the barbarian king's majesty slashed down in a fierce arc.  There was a loud bang, as if the earth was shattering, billowing smoke and dust rose tens of meters high, and the entire hill shook violently as if it had been hit by an earthquake.  Many shamans and roaring warriors fell to the ground, and even the elite White Guards could only use their weapons to lean on the ground and manage to hold on without falling.  When the earth returned to calm and the smoke finally dissipated, those barbarian orcs who could barely stand fell to their knees involuntarily, their eyes showing awe.  Zulu Grit spread his legs and stood proudly next to the large pit that was originally the top of the hill. The pool of black rotten blood and the body of Chief Shaman Kayid had disappeared into the pit and were broken into pieces by countless pieces.  Covered in layers of stone and soil.  This blow has surpassed the imagination of the strongest warriors of the barbarian orcs. The various halos surrounding Zulu Gritots suddenly became brighter, making the figure of the king of barbarian orcs look like a god descending to earth, extremely majestic.  "Dogo? Troll." The voice of the King of Barbarian Orcs was not high-pitched, but it made the leader of the White Guard shudder. Then he hurried forward, bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, please give me your orders."  "Pass my order, leaving two roaring warriors behind to protect the baggage, and the main force accelerates forward. When the sun rises tomorrow, I want to see my army appear under the high walls of Tallon Fortress!" "  Your orders will be conveyed to the letter, Your Majesty." Zulu Gritouzi raised his head high and his tone became extremely cold, even the warmth of the sun was blocked.  "A week later, I will drink blood wine on the ruins of this human fortress. Anyone who dares to hinder the advancement of the barbarian king's banner will be roasted on the fire, adding luster to my banquet and to other people who are still awake.  An unforgettable example of weak humanity!¡±
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