Chapter 8: Return to the city and search (Part 2)

Just as Zhang Heng and other humans, plus a bunch of chattering goblins peeking at the distant town on the highway far away, a banquet was being unfolded in the village that had been almost ruined in the distant town.

The barbarians, or the mountain barbarians, flat barbarians and the like in the mouths of Zhang Heng and others, are actually a large group of races with huge geniuses. Just like the elves, jungle elves, grassland elves, dark elves, blood elves and other branches in the elves, there are countless branches among the barbarians. The barbarian tribe in this town is one of the strongest barbarian branches. The barbarian branch named Bemon is one of the few wise races in the barbarian group.

At this moment, in the center of the Barbarian Cottage, there was a largest, solid and beautiful room. If humans were on the scene, they would definitely recognize that it was a bank, that is, the bank where the IV Man played chess in the bank. At this moment, dozens of barbarians were guarding outside the bank like soldiers.

These Bemonic barbarians are slightly shorter than those called mountain barbarians. They are only about two meters tall, not that huge, and have no bones exposed on their arms and bodies. In contrast, except for the two huge fangs on their mouths that stretch out from their bodies, their skin is gray-black, which looks a bit like a human.

However, these Behemoth barbarians have good military equipment, wearing standard armor and all-steel plate armor. The armor alone weighs at least one or two hundred kilograms, or even heavier. Then they all carry giant axes in their hands. Moreover, the giant axes are not bronze axes, but real steel battle axes. They look really armed to the asshole. Moreover, these Behemoth barbarians seem more social and disciplined than mountain barbarians. For example, these dozens of barbarians guarding outside the bank stand there without moving, like statues, and they really have the style of a soldier's chance.

The bank has now served as the room for the Big Chief of the Bemon tribe, and their Big Chief is currently entertaining the most noble figure from the Holy Land.

In the bank hall, next to a huge stone table, several tall barbarians were tearing the meat chops and lamb legs with their hands, and putting various meat dishes on the stone table. At the center of the stone table, there was a corpse of a little human boy of five or six years old... The baked corpse was sitting at the top of the head, a barbarian with two horns was pulling the little boy's thigh and chewing hard.

After he gnawed the thigh, he sighed with satisfaction: "It tastes good, it has a delicate taste, and there is a large amount of soul bodies in the meat, which is several times more than ordinary meat. It would be great if I could eat this thing every day."

The barbarian who was closest to him in the seat immediately said, "Bimon, powerful man, this matter is easy to deal with. I have raised more than 6,000 humans, and I no longer allow those tribes to steal these humans. If the adults like it, I will give all these humans to the adults. After finally coming out of the holy land for a tour, I have nothing to respect. I just hope that the adults can give me a few good words to the tribe at the God of War in the future."

The strong two-horned barbarian named Bimon nodded with satisfaction and laughed: "This is a small matter, even if you don't say it, wouldn't I bent on my own race? I am the ancestor of Bimon clan, and this is easy to deal with, but I will go to the Manshan clan next stop and go back to the holy land. It's also annoying to bring these thousands of humans... This way, you send me 300 pairs of boys and girls every year, and you still have to eat it for a small amount to make you feel good, even if you eat it raw, how about it?"

The barbarian immediately said happily: "This matter is easy to deal with. Although there are more than three hundred pairs of boys and girls, I know that there seem to be thousands of humans hiding on the Manshan tribe. I will find time to catch them all. I can reproduction so many within a year. Then I will promise the adults here."

Bimon Qiang nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time pulled a large jar, slapped it open, then raised the jar and took a sip. Then he burped with satisfaction and said, "No, dwarf wine, human flesh, if there are beauty from the elf, then life will be too good. Hahaha, we are better than the Mongolians. Not only are we smarter than other barbarians, but our products are richer, good, good..." After saying that, he took another big sip of wine.

The barbarian next to him immediately laughed happily. After laughing for a while, he whispered to the Behemoth. Qiang: "Old ancestor, are you about to advance to the advanced Holy Spirit? Why do I always feel a little depressed by your side?"

Bimon Qiang glared at him, and did not speak, but looked at the barbarians at the last seat. These barbarians were also quick and made some excuses and left the banquet. Until then, Bimon Qiang whispered: "Don't talk about my level in front of others in the future... But it's too soon. I have reached the top of the low-level Holy Spirit. I'm just about to get the seed of thoughts, and then completely understand the mind, and you can truly step into the ranks of the higher holy spirits. But this matter is still a bit difficult. The God of War Patriarch has been sleeping and I don't know how long it will take to wake up. So I have to wait until the ancestor wakes up to get the seed of thoughts from him. And even if I get the seed of thoughts, it will probably take a hundred years to truly understand, but it is worth it. At that time, Bimon had three high-level holy spirits. In my barbarians, they are the real strongest clan, completely surpassing the war barbarians..."

The barbarian next to him suddenly felt excited. He still suppressed his voice and said, "It's only been a hundred years, so my children and grandchildren are here to congratulate my ancestors. I am more advanced than one Holy Spirit in a series. God bless me to be vicious..."

Bimon Qiang was also happy, but he waved his hand and said, "These are all trivial matters. Do you know why I came out for inspection this time?"

The barbarian was stunned. He shook his head quickly. Bimon Qiang did not hesitate and spoke directly: "A hundred races have already appeared together. In theory, it is the time when the Sixth Age civilization began. But strangely, there are still remnants of humans in the Fifth Age, which is a bit unusual. But in this way, there are still remnants of humans. Now all races are destroying humans. Why did I specifically emphasize when you left the holy land, to capture as much as possible, breed more, and even kill more humans? In fact, it is to seize as much human luck as possible."

"Now a hundred races are coming out, regardless of the lower races, the other seven major races are all capturing and killing humans as much as possible. Moreover, before I left the holy land, I also heard something. It seems that the heavenly race and the elves have some internal discussions, saying that they want to treat humans well. In fact, this is also a way to breed humans and incorporate them into the system. In that way, most of the human fortune will belong to them, so the other six races naturally cannot agree to this patrol. Why is the last stop of the mountain barbarians? This barbarian tribe the most backward and most wild, and even a side branch in the holy land that does not even have a holy spirit? Because the elves have a Hesse tribe there, I just go and see the truth..."

"There is another point. Not to mention the elves, among the eight major races, there are only the giants and the two tribes of the Heavenly Clan. Even my barbarian race has only one holy soul, the God of War Ancestor. If the Heavenly Clan really wants to do it alone, then the next battle of the hundred races may be... "

"A hundred tribes' war?"

The barbarian was really surprised now. He quickly said, "Now the hundred tribes are fighting? But the hundred tribes have been trapped in the holy land or the uninhabited land for so many years. How many people do we have? The total number of barbarians is 200,000, which is the sky. Those giants are only 200,000 to 30,000 people. It is amazing to have ten thousand people in the heavenly tribe. You should know that reproduction in the holy land is extremely difficult, and there is not even a one-percent chance outside. The Third, Fourth, and Fifth, except for the fifth, there are three...their existence makes us dare not leave the holy land, but other epochs will take at least a hundred years to fight for hegemony. Only then will the protagonists of the hundred tribes be established, now..."

Bimon Qiang shook his head, and he said with some confusion: "I don't know about this, but there are too many strange places in the Sixth Age. It seems that not only our God of War Ancestor is sleeping, but the ancestors and holy souls of other races are also sleeping, and there is not even a slight message. So we all have some guesses, maybe it is related to luck, because humans are still alive, or the luck of the Fifth Age is still there, so the ancestors did not wake up. Therefore, either seize human luck or destroy human luck. This is imperative. Now it depends on the resolutions of the Heavenly Clan and the Elf Clan. If they really plan to swallow human luck, it is amazing. The battle of the Hundred Clans will really begin!"

The barbarian looked stern, and he nodded and said, "I originally planned to let the tribes cultivate and rest, so the air combat cavalry in the holy land has never been planned to bring it out. After all, the food outside also needs to be planted to allow more ethnic groups to be born. Since the war between the hundreds of races is about to begin, please let me take out the air combat cavalry before the Mongolians!"

Bimon Qiang nodded and said, "I think so too. If the Heavenly Clan and the Elves Clan decide to pass, then you will immediately take people back to the holy land to carry the air combat cavalry. After all, the war between the Hundred Clans has begun, and the world of this planet seems too big. Air combat cavalry is needed to cross the region. At that time..."

Just before Bimon Qiang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a roar and explosion in the distance. Even the two sitting in the bank felt the whole lobby tremble, as if it was an earthquake. The two of them suddenly stood up from the table, and the barbarian shouted: "Who is there outside? Come in and reply!"

He didn't want to be Become. Qiang narrowed his eyes and said directly: "No need, I felt my heart beating. Someone must have come to the door. Hehe, he dares to come to beat me, and it is the strongest Become clan among the barbarians. I really don't know how to live or die. We are always the only ones to beat others and rob others. Who dares to beat us? Let's go, my ancestors are in a good mood today. I will capture that person with you. I will refine his soul to help you improve your strength!"

The barbarians were overjoyed when they heard this, and they were not polite. Or the barbarians actually didn't like to be polite. As they spoke, they had already stepped out of the bank building. As soon as they arrived on the street outside, they immediately jumped, because at the gate of the village in the distance, the stone village gate of the village about 20 meters high had completely become shattered. This is not counting. There were at least a hundred Bimon barbarians who were blown up and smashed. A deep ditch appeared on the street behind them, reaching dozens of meters away, about two or three meters deep.

Seeing this scene, the barbarian was only surprised, but Bimon Qiang was directly shocked, because in this wave of attacks, he obviously felt the very strong standard energy dispersion. Obviously, this was not a magic or a combat skill, but a real and pure attack move between the Holy Spirit. You should know that the magic power of some legendary mages may be greater than this, and some war saints can also cause such effects, but their attacks are completely different from the attack of the Holy Spirit. Although the attack of the legendary mages and war saints are powerful, they will be immune to at least 70% or 80% of the power when dealing with the Holy Spirit. Only the attack of the Holy Spirit can completely damage the Holy Spirit. Therefore, the attack of the Holy Spirit seems to be not very harmful, but it will die when it is really touched and hurt when it is injured. In front of you... this attack was actually issued by the Holy Spirit? Could it be a high-level holy spirit?

Just outside the border where the gate of the village was broken, Zhang Heng stood there silently with a metal longbow on his face. After breaking through the gate of the village, he did not rush into the village. Instead, he carefully looked at the movements of the barbarians in front of him. He could see that the barbarian tribe in front of him was really completely different from those mountain barbarians. One was equipment, the second was chance, and the third was efficiency. The barbarian tribe in front of him actually had an efficient discipline and militarized army like a human. It seemed that it was really a high-level intelligent creature, and its wisdom was not much inferior to humans...

When he could see clearly, he no longer cared about anything. He walked straight into the village. However, before he could take a few steps, the barbarians next to the gate of the village had not yet thrown their flying axes. Suddenly he stopped suddenly and looked in a certain direction deep in the village. There, a tall barbarian with two heads and long horns attracted his attention.

Yes, this barbarian... is a soul body! It is the first soul body he discovered after he woke up, and it is also a soul body of a foreign race!

Bimon Qiang also noticed that Zhang Heng was staring at him. He was still a little confused about Zhang Heng's strength and background, but he looked exactly the same as humans. He had the intention to escape immediately. After all, if the other party was really a high-level holy spirit, the tribe in front of him was completely finished. If he was here, he would be done, so it would be better to escape directly. The Holy Spirit like him who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years was already different from the barbarians below. For him, life and death were more than fighting glory, but why everyone around him was looking at him, and the holy spirit in front of him looked like a human. Humans are so weak, how strong can the Holy Spirit be? So after pondering for a few seconds, he strode towards the gate of the mountain village and shouted loudly: "Are you the Holy Spirit of that tribe? You dare to break the tribe gate of my barbarians. Do you not know the vows of our hundred tribes?"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't understand what the barbarian in front of him was saying. However, the domineering aura in his body turned a few times, and a message was already known to him. The soul body in front of him was just a demon-level strength, and it was only at the level of demon-level, which was far from the peak of demon-level, and was not worthy of the truth than him, so he ignored it and continued to walk into the village with pause.

Bimon Qiang's heart was also full of evil spirits. He was also a holy spirit, and he was a barbarian holy spirit of the eight powerful clans. On weekdays, many people called him ancestors, but no one dared to be disrespectful to him at all. Even the high-level holy spirit was polite to him. Now this holy spirit looks like a human, and it is really a human holy spirit, and it is just a holy spirit of a lowly race. He dared to ignore him like this. He heard his roar and suddenly a black iron light flashed out of his eyes. The next second, he had a long axe on his hand, which was six or seven meters long, and the axe blade was extremely huge.

Until then, Bimon Qiang shouted loudly: "I will give you a chance to retreat quickly, otherwise I will not blame me for capturing you and refining your soul, so that you can't survive or die!"

Zhang Heng looked up at him and laughed, "I don't understand what you said, but it's okay, arrest you. I think the elf princess must know your words. If she lets her translate it, you can tell me a lot of things. What a soul person knows must know more than a living person..."

When he finished speaking, Zhang Heng had already started running. At the same time, the metal bow in his hand suddenly pulled to the fullest, and a laser arrow suddenly condensed on the longbow bow string. He didn't wait for the barbarians to react. The longbow in his hand suddenly slacked off the string. However, the direction of the laser arrow he shot out was not the barbarian soul, but was directly facing the sky.

"Bow skill! Stars are like rain!"

Zhang Heng has followed Pei Jiao and others for a long time, and has experienced hundreds of battles of all sizes. Of course, most of the battles were carried out in fantasy fields. However, even though he had not broken through to the real demon level for such a long time, it was not considered a waste of life. He had a natural love and intuition for bows and arrows. This move was a move he designed before the Battle of Resurrection Island. Unfortunately, he did not give him a chance to play. At this moment, he rushed into the mountain village. There were hundreds of barbarians guarding the gate of the mountain village, and barbarians in fine armor rushed over. This move was the right time to use it!

I saw a beam of light piercing into the sky, like a bright star. Then the star suddenly disintegrated and differentiated into more than a thousand small star dots, falling from the sky like rain. In the blink of an eye, these small star dots really pierced into the ground like rain. They seemed small, but they were like arrows, not the laser beam like cannons. They could only hear the sound of stinging. With Zhang Heng as the center, within a radius of hundreds of meters around, they were all under the range of this light dot. The barbarians around basically didn't even react and were killed immediately. The power of this move was not great, but the range was enough.

Bimon Qiang was not surprised but happy when he saw this move. He laughed loudly and said, "It's just a low-level holy spirit, let's see me kill you... But you actually have a legendary weapon. Although it's not a holy weapon, it's enough. Haha, it's all mine!" While speaking, he rushed towards Zhang Heng with a long axe. Obviously, he also saw that Zhang Heng's weapon was a long-range type and needed to get close. Both sides were at the same level, but he was 80% sure that he could kill him.

But is it so easy there?

Although Zhang Heng is also in the Demonic Level, his soul capacity and strength are far beyond those of the ordinary True Demon Level...

Zhang Heng did not have a long-range attack, and actually rushed straight towards the double-horned barbarian. When both sides were about ten meters away, Bimon Qiang jumped up and slashed at Zhang Heng. The axe was shining with light, and all the power was on it. Bimon Qiang wanted to seriously injure Zhang Heng with just one axe.

But would Zhang Heng be afraid of these? This axe is not fast and has little power. Compared with Pei Jiao, Gong Yeyu and others' attacks, they are so far away. Although Zhang Heng is not strong, his vision is so high that he is boundless. Facing the axe chop, he didn't even look at it. He rushed straight under the axe. At the same time, laser arrows condensed from the long bow in his hand, and a laser arrow shot towards the axe blade, obviously trying to use laser arrows to block the axe blade.

Seeing this, Bimon Qiang laughed and said, "Hahaha, you were fooled, do you think the axe blade is that long?"

As he finished speaking, the handle of the long axe in Bimon Qiang's hand actually shone brightly. Then the whole long axe suddenly shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned from a long axe to the size of a hand axe. The laser arrow suddenly shot through the axe blade and shot directly into the sky. He kept not stopping, and the hand axe in his hand was about to cut on Zhang Heng's face.

"...Bow skill, my heart falls back!"

Just when the flashing hand axe was at most centimeters away from Zhang Heng's face, he suddenly betrayed and hurt. Then something was unknown to penetrate him, blowing his chest to pieces, and the upper and lower body were separated. The hand axe in his hand could no longer be held firmly and fell directly on the ground. It was not until this time that Zhang Heng sneered and pinched his neck, but at the same time he didn't look at him at all. Instead, he looked at the stunned barbarians around him. He shouted loudly and said, "This is our human town. You dare to build illegal buildings here. I am the urban management officer, don't even think of running away!"
Chapter completed!