The old goblin selected five tribesmen from the crowd.
The five goblins immediately resisted, but as soon as they made a move, the goblins around them grabbed their hands and feet and held them down.
Five goblins were tied up, lined up in a row, and beheaded in front of Yang Muyun.
Then the second batch, the third batch, the fourth batch...
Some goblins who usually had a bad relationship with the old goblins sensed the approaching crisis and encouraged the goblins around them to fight together.
However, there were only a few who responded, and all the goblins knelt numbly, lowering their heads and not looking at the killing scene.
Every goblin is lucky and thinks that his name will not be called.
Besides, what's the use of fighting? The opponent is a barbarian, and it's impossible for the goblins to defeat the barbarians.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer people resist, and more and more people are unwilling to resist. Eventually, those who want to resist no longer have the intention and ability to resist.
The heads and corpses of goblins were already piled in front of Yang Muyun.
The rich smell of blood was like two slippery poisonous snakes, burrowing down the nostrils into the head and chest, biting Yang Muyun's brain and gnawing at Yang Muyun's heart.
Yang Muyun felt that his eyes were like coals, burning so hard that his eye sockets hurt, and the breath he exhaled from his nose was burning.
Barbarians cannot bear the excitement of blood and killing, and can easily lose their minds and go on a killing spree.
But this reaction came too fast and too violently.
Yang Muyun took out a fist-sized piece of salt from his leather pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.
The bitter taste spreads from the mouth, like a torrent rushing into the stomach, and then overflows from the stomach, washing every pore in the body, and every muscle fiber inside and outside.
Strangely enough, the blood in his eyes faded little by little, and his burning nostrils became moist again.
If there is a critical point for madness, then Yang Muyun is precisely stuck at this point now.
Seeing this scene, the old Goblin thought to himself: This barbarian's willpower is too strong, and he can still control himself. It's terrible, it's really terrible.
Yang Muyun looked down at the frightened old Goblin and asked, "Is the number correct? You must know that the consequences of deceiving me are very serious."
The old Goblin immediately replied: "I don't dare to deceive the warrior, absolutely not."
Yang Muyun snorted coldly, "You only killed 233 of the 467 goblins. Why are you bullying me for not knowing how to count?"
The old Goblin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly kowtowed, "Sir Barbarian Warrior, I forgot myself, I forgot to count myself."
Yang Muyun sneered: "You really know how to get special privileges for yourself! As punishment for cheating, half of them will be executed!"
Hearing this, the old Goblin was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Yang Muyun sneered, shook the bone sword in his hand and said, "Why, you don't obey?"
The old Goblin woke up from a dream and kowtowed quickly, "No, no, no, go now, go right now."
Different from the murderous and decisive roll call just now, the old Goblin was now bursting with tears and his heart was like a knife.
This old man was the previous leader of the Goblin clan. The stocking-headed Goblin who was killed by Yang Muyun turned to the Shadow Spider to gain power and rebelled.
For this reason, when Yang Muyun said before that half of the tribe members should be executed, the old goblin carried out the execution decisively and killed his fellow tribesmen without delay.
This is a legitimate opportunity to eliminate dissidents. Even if Yang Muyun doesn't say anything, the old goblin will settle the score later and belittle or kill all those members who have supported the stocking head goblin.
But after the killing just now, these people left behind are all the old Goblin's cronies, and they are truly his own people.
What the old Goblin saw when he raised his head was eyes full of pleading. Everyone did not want the Old Goblin to call their name.
Seeing the old Goblin hesitate to move, Yang Muyun snorted coldly, "Do you need me to do something?"
The old Goblin trembled, then closed his eyes and said a few names.
The goblins were all stunned when their names were called, and then silently stood up and walked to the front, kneeling down in a row.
The executioner also carried out the execution with tears in his eyes, even if the goblins being executed were their parents and brothers.
The old goblin called out a few names again, and then burst into tears.
Then, without waiting for the old Goblin to speak, some older Goblins stood up on their own initiative, walked to the executioner and knelt down, voluntarily giving up the chance of survival to the younger Goblins.
Yang Muyun watched this scene silently without saying a word.
Shocking?
really!
No matter how lowly and despicable the creatures are, they all treat their relatives and friends the same way.
However, this was not the reason for the goblins to attack the barbarians. If the shaman had not come to the rescue, Yang Muyun would have been completely cold.
Therefore, Yang Muyun will not be half-hearted. Not only will he not do it, but he will continue to hit the target.
"Has the head count been completed? Didn't you miss anything this time?"
The old Goblin wiped his eyes which were red from crying and said: "Nothing is missing, nothing is missing."
Yang Muyun sneered and looked at the bonfire beside him, "Really?"
Sensing Yang Muyun's gaze, Old Goblin's expression changed, but he still forced himself to remain calm.
Yang Muyun pulled out the bone sword and whispered: "I'll give you one last chance! Did you miss anything?"
The old Goblin quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Master Barbarian Warrior, you really didn't miss anything!"
Yang Muyun kicked over the bonfire basin, pulled it a few times with his bone sword, and picked out a few pieces of things that were not completely burned.
He kicked over several other campfire pots and found some dried mushrooms in the fire pots.
Yang Muyun put the dried mushrooms in front of the old goblin, "What is this."
Old Goblin was speechless.
Yang Muyun sneered, "Is this the hallucinogenic poison you used? Old guy, do you still want to do it again?"
Ignoring the old Goblin, Yang Muyun sat back down again.
After hearing the words of the stocking head goblin in the cave, Yang Muyun had already heightened his vigilance. The position where he sat just now was also upwind, but even so, there were still signs of losing control.
Fortunately, the salt worked, otherwise Yang Muyun would have had no choice but to run away with Dashi.
The old Goblin still wanted to pretend to be pitiful, but in the face of the facts, all words pale.
"Barbarian Warrior, you win!"
Yang Muyun glanced at the remaining more than a hundred goblins and asked coldly: "This old guy ignores your life and death for his own ambition and conspiracy. Do you hate him?"
silence!
No goblin spoke, but all the goblins gritted their teeth and breathed much heavier.
It was all because of this old guy's own cleverness that he killed so many clan members. The group of people who died just now were all his parents and brothers.
Finally, a goblin who acted as the executioner collapsed and shouted: "I hate him!"
Several other executioners also shouted with red eyes.
"Old guy, you are the one who deserves to die!"
"Everyone is dead, why aren't you dead?"
"We don't want to dominate, we just want to survive!"
These words were as sharp as the tip of a needle, and they poked holes in the old Goblin's skinny body. In just a moment, the old Goblin stooped and could no longer straighten up.
Yang Muyun snorted and threw the bone sword in front of the goblin.
"One person and one sword, do you understand what I mean?"
The executioner goblin, whose hands were stained with blood, looked at the bone sword on the ground. His dilated pupils focused little by little, and there was nothing else in his field of vision except the sword.
He stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword, only to find that it was thicker than his own arm. The executioner had to hold the sword with both hands before he could barely lift it.
Dragging his sword to the old goblin's side, the executioner gasped for breath for a few times, then howled wildly.
"Old man, it's all your fault, it's all your fault, you're the one who killed the clan members, go to hell!"
After saying this, the executioner struck down with his sword.
Unfortunately, the bone sword was too heavy and too long, so the sword missed its target and only left a bloody gash on the old goblin's body.
The old Goblin who was chopped to the ground silently turned over and sat up, still lowering his head, and said to himself: "Everyone will die, everyone will die, no one can escape, hahaha, you stupid people
Guy."
The old goblin's words angered the other goblins. Before the old guy could talk nonsense, the second goblin slashed at them with a bone sword with both hands, then the third and fourth.
There were more and more wounds on the old Goblin's body, and his injuries became more and more severe. Not long after, he was hit in the main artery in his neck. He lay on the ground and struggled several times but could not sit up again.
After that, it's basically just whipping the corpse.
After all the goblins had taken turns, Yang Muyun stood up with satisfaction, took back the bone sword and inserted it into his waist.
"Very good! You have proved your loyalty with your actions! From now on, the Goblin tribe will be protected by the barbarian tribe!"
Hearing these words, all the goblins burst into tears.
You sacrificed hundreds of lives, went around in circles, and returned to your previous life. What is this picture?