The trolls looked at the corpses of their companions in disbelief.
"How is it possible? Our weapons can pierce even stones, but they can't pierce the barbarian's shield. What kind of shield is that?"
"No, you have a shield and we don't have a shield. This is not fair!"
Hearing this, Yang Muyun nodded towards Dashi, who immediately released his shield and inserted it into the soil.
Yang Muyun shouted loudly: "Come on, let's fight! If you win, you can not only take away the sword, but also this shield! You have all seen its power with your own eyes!"
Hearing this, another troll jumped onto the shore, shook the muddy water from his legs, and rushed toward the boulder with a strange scream.
Close!
Closer!
The troll raised his hands, and the long stick suddenly stabbed Dashi's head.
However, after thrusting out, the tip of the long stick was still some distance away from the boulder. The boulder immediately took a step forward with a grin, pushed the long stick away with his left hand, and picked up the bone stick with his right hand and smashed it down.
The troll also laughed ferociously, and then a blue light poured into the long stick from his hand, and the cold air exploded. The water droplets on the long stick instantly condensed, turning into ice and extending forward.
Dashi was stunned for a moment.
Before he could smash the troll's head with his bone stick, he might be pierced by the opponent's popsicle.
Thinking of this, Dashi used his left hand to press down the troll's stick. The popsicle was still extending, but the hit part changed from the head to the chest.
The troll smiled smugly in his heart.
Stupid barbarian, the head and chest are fatal, and any stabbing will lead to death.
However, what came from the hand was not the feeling of frustration piercing into the flesh, but the feeling of collision against a hard object.
Just as the troll wanted to distinguish it carefully, he felt a shock on his head, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.
Dashi smiled ferociously and licked the blood on the bone stick, and before the troll could speak, he took the initiative to answer, "Okay, okay, I know what you are talking about, take off this armor too, let's have a fair fight!"
As he spoke, Dashi threw the breastplate covered with thick ice next to the shield.
Yang Muyun also shouted at the right time: "Now, the stakes have increased again! The barbarians have lost their shields and armors, and are now unprecedentedly weak! Which warrior will step forward to challenge!"
Another troll jumped up with red eyes, but within three rounds, his head was smashed by a boulder with a stick.
The trolls continued to challenge one after another, but one after another they rushed to the street, licking their tongues with big stone bone licking sticks until their tongues turned blue.
When they reached the eighth death, the remaining trolls finally woke up.
"Ah, cunning barbarians, using tricks!"
"Damn it, barbarians actually use tricks, damn it!"
"Our warriors were tricked by the barbarians."
There were no trolls coming to die, so Yang Muyun was too lazy to talk nonsense with them and directly called a few goblins to clean up the battlefield.
According to the rules, trolls are killed in single combat, and their equipment and corpses all belong to the winner. The winner often cuts off the loser's head as an honor.
It's just that Dashi's stick was so hard that all the trolls' heads were smashed to pieces. The goblins could only untie the fish basket that the troll carried with him and carry away the troll's weapons.
When the few surviving trolls saw this scene, they all gritted their teeth with hatred, but they were helpless.
After all, barbarians win in one-on-one duels, and robbing the barbarians of their spoils will only attract contempt and disdain from other races.
Yang Muyun looked at the angry expressions of the trolls, laughed loudly, and then shouted several times to the kobolds and frogmen hiding in the swamp.
Soon, a dozen kobolds swam over from the water.
The kobold is short, no bigger than Yang Muyun's chest, and is about the same size as a goblin. However, the kobold is stocky and strong, unlike the goblin, which is skinny and bones. The kobold's body is full of muscles.
In addition to being covered in tendons, the kobolds also have stiff hair, sharp teeth and claws, and a layer of fine scales on their vital parts. Their combat capabilities are far beyond what Goblins can match.
When they saw the kobold, the goblins were like mice seeing a cat, retreating in fear.
But when they retreated to Yang Muyun and Dashi, the goblins were instantly infused with courage. They stopped, turned around, and glared at the kobolds with bared teeth.
Later, a dozen more human-like and frog-like creatures climbed ashore.
This is a tribe of frogmen living in the swamp. Although their combat effectiveness is not strong, their amphibious talents allow them to explore more areas and obtain more food and supplies.
Yang Muyun picked up his bone sword and inserted it back into his waist. Dashi also put on his shield and heart armor.
At this time, a kobold asked: "Barbarian Warrior, are you using metal equipment?"
Dashi didn't know what "metal" meant, but Yang Muyun did.
So he nodded and replied: "Yes! It's metal equipment! This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by our barbarian tribe, as old as our stone pot."
Dashi was stunned for a moment, something was wrong.
The troll muttered, "Why haven't you heard of it?"
Yang Muyun immediately said: "Why do I want you to know about the treasures treasured by our tribe? However, it is okay to tell you. Our barbarian tribe also has thousands of such metal equipment!"
The troll immediately laughed and said, "Big talk!"
Not only did the trolls not believe it, the kobolds also shook their heads.
You must know that metal is a very scarce resource. Apart from the dwarves, only the humans in the south have mastered the production of metal.
This place is very far away from humans, and there are no dwarves living here, so naturally there is no metal equipment.
The barbarians have one or two pieces of metal equipment that can be said to be the inheritance of the tribe, but thousands of them are impossible. Even if they loot the dwarf tribe, they still can't get it together.
Yang Muyun coughed and said, "Let's get down to business! Our barbarian tribe has indeed encountered some problems, so we plan to rent out the hunting ground."
What happened in the tribe could not be concealed at all, so Yang Muyun simply admitted it.
Since you can't defend your hunting ground, try to get the last benefit you can.
When the other three tribes heard this, they were all stunned.
rent?
What is renting?
For a race accustomed to robbery, the word "rent" is distant and unfamiliar.
Yang Muyun explained: "You can use our tribe's hunting grounds as you like, but you need to pay us a rent of one fish every day. Do you understand?"
The frogman was the first to understand, "You mean, if I give you a fish every day, we can collect and hunt at will in this hunting ground?"
Yang Muyun nodded, "That's right! That's it!"
Immediately, Yang Muyun took out a medium-sized fish from the fish basket that the goblins had collected and waved it in front of everyone.
"Such a big fish, one fish every day! That's not a lot, right?"
Definitely not much!
It didn't take long for the troll to catch more than a dozen fish here. One fish is nothing.
The kobolds couldn't help but think that if they took the hunting ground from the barbarians, they would definitely have to fight, and a fight would result in death or injury.
Although kobolds can bully weak scum like goblins, kobolds are younger brothers in front of trolls, and there are seven or eight troll corpses lying in front of them.
If the trolls weren't holding them in front, the kobolds wouldn't dare to provoke the barbarians. Now that the trolls can't handle the situation, the kobolds will naturally take advantage of the situation.
Just one fish, not much.
The frogman and the kobold agreed immediately, and immediately took out the largest fish from their catch and presented it to Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun nodded, solemnly took the two fish, and then looked at the troll.
"What about you? If you want to rent it, you must follow the rules. If you don't rent it, get out of our barbarian hunting ground."
Dashi shook the bone stick stained with the troll's blood and threatened: "Next time you dare to fish across the border, be careful with your skull!"
You trolls, look at me and I look at you.
He willingly agreed, but when he saw the corpses of his companions, they all closed their mouths.
This matter needs to be reported back to the tribe leader and let the leader decide.
[I’ve received so many tens of thousands of rewards so quickly, I’m really embarrassed to continue with another update TAT]