Luke, who was possessed by Cyric, was defeated unjustly this time.
Zhou Qingfeng burst into anger when he came back, and Luke hit him right at the gunpoint. The other leaders felt guilty and were very afraid of being liquidated, so they could only drive away those who knew all the inside story. As for surrender...
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"This traitor has been bewitching us for several days and is determined to surrender to those stinky goblins. How can he be qualified to surrender on our behalf?" Fei Zhe, a brave and fearless man, had just slashed Luke and turned to flatter Zhou Qingfeng.
"Boss Hugo, we know that you will definitely come back and will not abandon us. So we guarded this orc stronghold and refused to surrender. We also foiled the conspiracy of the thief Luke."
An Tai also stepped forward to hug his thigh, paying special attention to the Abyss Demon Horse. He was particularly interested in this majestic skeletal war horse. Although this horse had been transformed into an undead, it looked even more majestic and terrifying.
Not long after Luke was driven away, a group of people gathered around to express their loyalty and sing praises. They didn't ask where Zhou Qingfeng had been in the past two days. They only asked, 'Boss, you look very productive again. Can you make a fortune next time?
Can't you take us with you?'
Zhou Qingfeng sat high on the horse and was extremely shameless towards these bastards below. If they were loyal, the Black Forest would be a paradise on earth. He curled his lips and said in a deep voice: "I just took the time to go to Silver Leaf City.
I brought some things back from the ruins."
Hearing the words 'Silver Leaf City Ruins', the ears of the whole village stood up. Then when they looked at the large and small bags on the skeleton war horse, their eyes shone even more, and they were all overjoyed.
"I've only been away for a few days, and you're already making such a big fuss." Zhou Qingfeng glanced around, and everyone bowed their heads in silence. "Wilson, do you still have food to eat now?"
The leader of the craftsmen stood outside the crowd, both happy and afraid of Zhou Qingfeng's sudden return. He squeezed in and saluted and said: "Your Excellency Hugo, the population of the village has suddenly increased several times, and all the original grain reserves have been eaten up, so we have to
leave."
"No food? Forget it. Didn't the goblins promise to open the plank road? Let's go buy food. In fact, there are not many good things in the elven ruins. Look at me, I only got a horse after one trip, and it was still a horse.
Dead horse."
Uncle Zhou patted the horse's back and looked calm.
Dead horse? This kind of dead horse is very precious.
The leaders of each family wished they could come up and take pictures of the horses, but they were afraid that they would be kicked to death by the 'Swift Shadow' if they took the wrong pictures. They could only surround Zhou Qingfeng and not leave, they were all extremely loyal.
Fei Zhe shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, you must not let go of those dishonest goblins. We still have food in the Iron Ore Valley, and we are willing to supply it for everyone to fight."
"Yes, yes, we also have food in Ash Lake, enough for everyone to eat for half a month. Mr. Hugo, you don't have to worry about food, please lead us to continue the fight." Lian Na'er was shouting and stopped Zhou when he came up.
Qingfeng's thighs don't let go.
An Tai and Lao Borg were both excited and salivating. They wished they could give up their fortune and just begged Zhou Qingfeng not to leave.
Todd cautiously stepped forward and touched the butt of 'Shiying'. The dead horse turned his head and asked in displeasure: "Damn orc, what do you want to do? Get your dirty furry hands away from me."
A bunch of people talked about it, and the food they released was enough for the "coalition army" for two months. The more food they promised, the more angry Uncle Zhou became - when he was doing mobilization in the Iron Ore Valley, he was talking about it.
After all, these guys swore that there would be no food.
Now I see Zhou Qingfeng going out and returning with a full load, and the food problem is solved immediately.
"What kind of scum are I leading?" Zhou Qingfeng was still laughing on the horse. Wilson shrugged at him from the horse, saying that this is the reality and it is not unusual at all.
The problem of food is solved, and the problem of fighting will and command authority is naturally solved.
Zhou Qingfeng asked the leaders of each family to transport food immediately. Those who did not transport food were not qualified to stay in the coalition. He also ordered to expand the number of troops under his direct command from one-tenth to one-fifth of the original total force.
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This further deprived other leaders of their power and maintained Zhou Qingfeng's authority. But all the leaders agreed, wishing they could serve as pawns for Boss Hugo.
Harmony Village is full of joy. The mortar pit controlled by the Magru tribe is a different scene. A brutal massacre is underway...
Under the light of the held-up torches, the ferocious bugbears broke open the simple houses one after another, dragged out all the poor people, and dragged them to the open space in the center of the mortar pit.
Struggling, begging, pushing, shouting, it was chaos. There were messy drag marks on the ground and torn clothes. The poor people were dragged into a dug blood pool, their throats were slit with a knife, and their blood was forcibly drained into the pool.
All this was done like slaughtering animals. The bugbears who attacked showed no mercy, but were excited. The human residents cried out in pain and screamed. Despair and helplessness were like a raging tide, flooding the entire settlement.
The original leader, Old Xius, had been beheaded due to the unfavorable outcome of the battle, and his body was piled on the high platform next to the blood pool as a sacrifice to the goblins.
Zul Grayskin was loudly praising the ancestral spirits of the tribe and praying for strength. As he shouted loudly, thunder rolled in the sky and lightning pierced the sky. There was a gloomy atmosphere gathering in the forest...
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The blood in the blood pool slowly boiled, and a large number of bubbles floated up. Whenever the bubbles burst in the air, the goblins surrounding the blood pool let out excited cheers. They also joined in the prayers, becoming more fanatical and chaotic.
As for the poor people who supplied blood to the blood pool, they either screamed in terror while cheering, or they were already lying on the ground twitching on the verge of death. No one pitied them, and the goblins would never show any mercy.
All this was a desperate move by the Magru tribe. In order to break the deadlock, they urgently needed to improve their own strength. So they held a blood sacrifice. When the blood in the blood pool turned into blood mist, dozens of bugbears lined up and walked in.
In the sky above the gray mud pit, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the huge pressure forced a large number of goblins to crawl on the ground. Even nobles like Zul. Gray Skin had their heads pressed to the ground.
While the old goblin shaman was still praying, there was a sudden explosion in the blood pool. The bugbears who had just entered the blood pool walked out of the blood mist. They became more and more ugly, with wrinkled faces and pits, and two inches of fangs exposed.
Outside his lips, his big eyes were blood red.
But the most surprising thing was not these bugbears, but that after the blood mist receded, there was a thin man with messy hair standing on the shoulders of a bugbear. Not only was the bugbear not angry, but he seemed extremely obedient.
"Who are you?" Zul Grayskin quickly grabbed the skeleton staff at hand. It felt the tidal wave of magic power on this human man, and most of the power of the blood sacrifice was absorbed by this guy.
The man's face was unclear and his identity was unknown. He shook his hand casually, and the blood on the ground quickly gathered to form a slender stabbing sword. He looked around again, and finally his eyes fell on Zul Gray Skin.
The old goblin immediately felt the unbearable pressure, and fell to the ground as soon as his knees weakened. The thin man said in a low and ethereal tone: "I don't know who I am? I seemed to have read a book, and I have been wandering since then.
I sensed that there was massacre, betrayal, lies and deception here. It made me feel comfortable here, so I came here. Some people call me Cyric, but who is Cyric? Goblin, can you tell me?
"
Cyric?
Great terror arose in Zul Grayskin's heart. He lay on the ground shivering and said in a confused tone: "You are the dark sun, the great king of lies, and the black sun."
Ah..., the thin man seemed to suddenly realize, "I remembered, I am Cyric. But why am I here? This body is really bad, my strength is so weak, I must hurry up
Return to the Kingdom of God.
Wait..., before I return, I have one more thing to do. I remember a name, Victor Hugo. Who is this guy? Goblin, do you know him?"
Zul. Gray Skin's teeth were so big that he could only nod slightly to show that he knew him.