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Volume 7: The bloody battle of Tallon (2) Chapter 7: Meeting before the battle, verbal battle with the Barbarian King

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    Marquis Dragunson stroked the head of the big black horse under his crotch with his hand. His fingers were thick and powerful, and could easily crush the enemy's skull - if the legend was not exaggerated.  But now his movements were very gentle, quickly calming down the restlessness of the mount.  "Tomad, I am the commander here." Marquis Steel Fist announced word by word, "Zulu Gritoutz can't possibly not know that you want me to huddle behind the high wall.  Shivering, are you waiting for any good news? " "Of course not, but I guess he may be more interested in who killed the shaman." Tomad's tone seemed to be deliberately relaxed. "  Feng Derek told me that the unlucky guy is probably Kayid, the chief shaman of the barbarian orcs, an unexpectedly big fish. " "He may be more interested in killing you," Marquis Dragunson.  He pointed out bluntly, "You are not the fortress commander. If he says that you are not qualified to participate in the feast of the brave, you will be torn to pieces by the swarming orcs." "Would Zulu Gritouz do this?  Tomad asked sharply, then shook his head and gave his own answer, "Of course not. If he really did this, he would be a mindless barbarian with ulterior motives."  There are certainly many factors that contributed to the rise of Zulu Gritots, but being able to unite hundreds of thousands of barbarian tribes under the banner of the Barbarian King is obviously not something that a simple-minded guy can do.  " Marquis Dragunson wanted to say something more, but Thomas stopped him with a smile, "Stop arguing. The longer we delay, the greater the shame will be. Don't let the king of barbarians open his big mouth.  I ate all the food on the table. I am younger than you, Lord Marquis. If those barbarian orcs really rush up, they will probably be able to run faster than you." The Marquis of Steel Fist looked at Tomad with his cold eyes, but he didn't.  You can find fear on the young man's face, no fear at all.  Of course, when Tomad didn't speak or smile, the corners of his slightly tightened mouth showed some nervousness. This was inevitable, and Marquis Dragunson believed that he could not do better.  "Be careful." Marquis Dragunson said, jumping off the horse neatly, and then handed the reins to Tomad's hand, "I hope your judgment is not wrong, don't forget that after driving away the barbarian orcs, we  There is also a duel." "The Lord of Justice will protect his devout believers." Tomad replied with a smile, "Well, I guess the God of March will also."  God? Isn't that the god that the barbarians believe in?" Marquis Dragunson muttered in confusion, and then watched Thomasad riding forward, his back disappearing into the huge shadow cast by the city gate.  It was the first time for Tomad to leave the protection of the towering walls of Tallon Fortress and appear alone in front of tens of thousands of barbarian warriors.  Looking down from the city wall, the barbarian orc army is a large, dark mass, with countless packhorses, baggage and servants stretching to the end of the field of vision, but it is far less impactful than the impact it brings when looking straight up.  Each of the Barbarian Roaring Warriors is over two and a half meters tall. Wearing thick leather armor, they look like giant bears walking upright.  Tomad rode the black horse of the Marquis of Steel Fist, and his height barely reached the chest of the roaring warrior of the barbarian beast. Swords and axes as wide as door panels were dangling beside him, with cold light flashing and murderous intent rushing towards his face.  Coming in, it almost feels suffocating.  Tomad tried his best to tell himself that it would be better to treat this scene as a beautiful CG animation of 3D holographic images, but it was obviously not successful. No matter how good the artist was, he could not draw the pressure caused by each fierce gaze. If there was not room for tattoos,  With this sure retreat, Tomad could not guarantee that he would be able to reach Zulu Gritoutz all the way.  Zulu Gritouzi stopped eating and drinking, spit out the half-chewed dates on the ground, and looked at Tomad with bright eyes.  This king of barbarian beastmen is shorter than the average roaring warrior, but his chin is strong, his eyes are sharp, and his whole body is filled with some indescribable power.  Although there were more than a dozen burly and tough white-collared guards accompanying them, each with a ferocious and cold expression, like a group of cannibalistic demons, people could not notice the existence of those people at all.  "You're here?" Zulu Gritouzi said loudly in Common Mandarin with a heavy accent.  "I'm coming." Tomad replied as simply and forcefully as possible, while jumping off the horse and striding forward.  "King of the Barbarian Orcs, I'm here to honor your invitation." Wearing a white pointed helmet and more than three meters tall, Dogo Troll, the leader of the White Guards, took a step across and stood in front of Tomad.  "Wait a minute." He said in a voice as loud as thunder, "You human being with no hair on your chin, tell me, what reputation do you have to be able to attend the feast of the braves of His Majesty Gritoutz?" "MyThe men have killed Horu? Battle cry, your comrades.  " "That is the reputation of your subordinate, and there are thousands of warriors like Horu Warcry around His Majesty Gritoutz.  "Dogo Troll replied in a contemptuous tone. "Together with the brothers in the monastery, I annihilated a thousand-man army composed of white guards.  " "The mission of that force is to cause you some trouble. They are all warriors who are not afraid of death. From the moment they left, their souls have been dedicated in front of Sonata, the Lord of the Black Moon.  "Dogo Troll still shook his huge and ugly head, refusing to agree that Tomad had a reputation. "Ah, then there is only one last thing.  Tomad scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Last night, when I was sleeping sweetly, there was an old man who made so much noise that I couldn't sleep, so I simply killed him with a sword Hey, I'm afraid this is  There's no prestige to speak of.  "Dogo? The muscles on the troll's face twitched twice. The leader of the White Guards certainly knew the identity of the "old man killed with a sword" in Tomad's mouth. Although the chief shaman of Kayid had already  He was dead, but he still didn't dare to say anything disrespectful, so he had no choice but to turn to the king of barbarian beasts for help. "You are qualified to eat my food and drink my wine!"  The king of the barbarian beasts said in a loud voice, "Welcome, a human with extraordinary prestige, come and take a seat."  "Dogo? The troll took a big step back and made way for Tomad. Tomad strode to the table, then pulled out the chair, turned it around so that the back of the chair faced forward, and then sat on it.  This action made Zulu Gritouzi laugh again, even the fermented camel milk in the golden cup spilled out. "You are young and experienced. Ha, you are really a born warrior."  "The eyes of the King of Barbarian Beastmen flashed with interest, "Before you drink, can you tell me your name?  " "Before asking the guest's name, according to custom, shouldn't the host first announce his name?  ¡± This sentence was a provocation that couldn¡¯t be more straightforward. A burst of angry roars came from the throats of the surrounding white tent guards. Dogo Troll was the most obvious one among them, even accumulating countless blood stains.  Both hands of the sword were raised, making a fierce gesture that he would pounce at any time. "You are right.  "Zulu Gritotz waved his hand, and the roar disappeared immediately. Dogo Troll also put down his giant sword, lowered his head and retreated. "I am Zulu Gritouz, Dunhesha of the Warg Tribe, Odyssey  Gang of the war group, Qiang of East Abraham, and the Lord of the Banner of the Beast King that all the beastmen tribes worship together!  " "I am Tomad Ann, the pilgrim of St. Bablupa Monastery, the eyed death of the Magic Mountain Canyon, the terminator of the old shaman, and the person who will block your way here.  " "Haha, this is really evenly matched.  "Zulu Gritouzi laughed happily twice, then raised the gold cup, "Drink!  " Tomad looked at the empty cup in front of him and showed a provocative smile towards Zulu Gritoutz, "Is this your invitation?  Do guests need to fill their own glasses?  " Zulu Gritouzi pointed to the two jars on the table, "Haruwin - that is, fermented camel milk, and the sweet red water that you humans love to drink.  Tomad, what are you going to do?  " "Just Haruwin.  "When Tomad said this, he was not without a struggle in his heart. Accepting fermented camel milk was a test for his stomach, but he could not show weakness. "Your jar of red wine is filled with the blood of my compatriots. I'm afraid  It doesn't taste sweet enough.  "Zulu Gritouzi leaned forward, holding up a jar and filling the golden cup in front of Tomad with sour fermented camel milk. "This is not what a warrior should say.  Then he said seriously, "The wine soaked in blood is sweet enough. Take a sip and your mouth will be filled with the taste of victory."  " "Really? I haven't thought about it that way.  "Tomad suppressed the churning feeling in his chest and abdomen, raised the golden cup, touched the rim of the cup with the King of Barbarian Orcs, and then raised his head and drank it all. "It's okay after all, there was Fatiguere City.  After several feasts, Tomad managed to avoid spitting it out on the spot. The fermented camel milk brought by the King of Barbarians was frighteningly strong. Eighty percent of it was mixed with distilled alcohol. It was sour, astringent, and had a choking taste.  Pungent and weird smell ¡°It tastes good?  "Zulu Gritouzi took a breath of alcohol, stroked his beard decorated with human bone carvings, and said, "This is the taste I like. It is strong, powerful, and unrivaled. Are you humans a little drunk?  Where are you used to?  " Tomad forced himself to swallow the sour water in his throat. It would be too embarrassing to spit it out. "It's nothing, it doesn't taste very good. I don't think we will like it, so we can only refuse with regret.  "    "reject?  "Zulu?"There was a sharp and hurtful flavor in Gritouz's smile, "Reject me? Reject this army behind me?" He asked three times in a row, each time more sternly, "Young human, you have a reputation, I respect it.  You, but please look at the gap in strength between us! I brought 10,000 of the most elite roaring warriors, as well as 50,000 to 60,000 barbarian warriors and countless slaves. What is behind you?  A fortress classified as an endangered ancient building? There are still less than five thousand old and weak soldiers, and most of them don't even have the courage to stop this army! Do you believe that you can refuse me? Be honest, the God of Death, the brave man?  There is no room for half-hearted efforts.¡± ¡°Let me give it a try.¡± Tomad put away his deliberately provocative smile, ¡°Zulu Gritoutz, did you ever think that Chief Shaman Kayid would die yesterday?  Is it too late? Have you ever thought that the power of Saint Bablupa would be better than that of the shamans? Why would the Tarlon Fortress not appear in the end?  Gritoutz took a deep look at Tomad, then with a sweep of his hand, he grabbed a dozen dates on the plate, put them into his mouth and chewed them for a while.  "You are half right, only half. Chief Shaman Kayid is not my reliance. His power is very powerful, second to none among all shamans, but I have known for a long time that he will be destroyed, but I didn't expect it.  It will be so early.¡± The King of Barbarian Orcs sighed, waved his hand again, and asked all the white guards around him to retreat, and then lowered his voice and said to Tomad, ¡°Among all powers, there is nothing more powerful than the thread of fate.  It's amazing that I have an eye that can see time. Countless threads of fate are entangled in this fortress. I see you retreating step by step, and the walls in front of you fall one after another; I see you dying and dying.  , of course, including many warriors of the barbarian orcs; I saw you you were standing under a high tower, heavily surrounded by my people, and the Lord of the Black Moon was floating behind you in the form of a ferocious black shadow.  It's an undoubted sign of death! Your soul will belong to him!" Tomad's face froze, but he didn't show any other expression, "Is this what you saw?  My soul, if you have not forgotten, the god I believe in is Bablupa, the lord of justice. Your Majesty Gridotz, your eyes of time are not wrong, right?" "The eyes of time are not wrong?  I'm wrong. Although I don't know how long it will take, your end is already determined. The Lord of the Black Moon will destroy the hypocritical and weak god you believe in, just like I will destroy the fortress behind you.  , and completely conquered the vulnerable Griffin Empire!" After Zulu Gritouzi said these words, he raised the jar and drank fermented camel milk, and then smashed it to pieces on the ground.  "This is the last hand of friendship I extend. Tomad, you have a reputation, and like me, you are the center where the threads of fate gather. I can see the lives of many barbarian warriors disappearing and flowing because of you.  The picture in the Eye of Time is a shocking river of blood. Now I give you the last choice, hold my hand, open the gate of the fortress, and let me and my army pass through. I promise not to harm Xifeng County.  Any resident, as long as they do not launch an attack or deliberately block the way of the army!" "I refuse," Tomad replied lightly while picking out the plumpest-looking date with his finger.  .  The tone was so calm that the King of Barbarian Orcs was stunned for several seconds before he realized that his impassioned speech, which he had carefully prepared for half a night, only resulted in these three words.  "That's such a pity, you will die." Zulu Gritouzi announced word for word.  "Your companions will also die. I will light a huge funeral pyre. Only ten people will survive, and they will all have their right hands cut off and their eyes gouged out. Only a line can be left to describe the horrific scene.  The tongue is enough. " "That pyre may have been prepared for you, King of the Barbarians. It's just a matter of time." Tomad's voice softened and he stood up with a smile.  He said goodbye, "Thank you for the hospitality. I've eaten and drank enough, and I'm going back now."
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