Luke, who was possessed by Cyric, was wronged this time.
When Zhou Qingfeng came back, his anger broke out, and Luke happened to hit his gun. The other leaders are ashamed and afraid of being liquidated, so they can only drive away those who know all the inside information. As for surrender...
"This traitor has bewitched us for several days. He is determined to take refuge in those stinking goblins. How can he be qualified to surrender on our behalf?" The loyal and fearless Fei Zhe had just slashed Luke and turned to flatter Zhou Qingfeng.
"Boss Hugo, we know that you will come back, and we will never abandon us. So we stayed at this orc stronghold, resolutely not surrendering, and defeated Luke's tricks."
Antai also stepped forward and hugged his thighs, paying particular attention to the Abyss Demon Horse. He is particularly interested in this majestic skeletal war horse. Although this horse has been transformed into an undead, it is even more powerful and terrifying.
Not long after Luke was driven away, a group of people gathered around to show their loyalty and sing praises. They didn't ask where Zhou Qingfeng had gone in the past two days. They only asked, "Boss, you seem to be very rewarding again. Can you take us with you next time you get rich?" '
Zhou Qingfeng sat high on horseback, shameless to the bastards below. If they are loyal, the Black Forest will be a happy land for adults. He curled his lips and said in a deep voice: "I just took the time to visit the ruins of Silver Leaf City and get some things back."
Hearing the words'Silver Leaf City Ruins', the ears of all the people in the village stood up. When they looked at the big bags and small bags on the skeleton war horse, their eyes were shining brightly, and each one was overjoyed.
"I've only left for a few days, and you are making trouble." Zhou Qingfeng glanced, everyone bowed their heads and said nothing. "Wilson, is there still food to eat now?"
The craftsman leader stood outside the crowd, both happy and afraid of Zhou Qingfeng, who came back suddenly. He squeezed in and said: "Your Excellency Hugo, the village has suddenly increased several times the population, and the original stock of grain has been eaten up, so we have to leave."
"No food? Let's forget it. Didn't the goblin agree to open the plank road? Let's just go buy food. Actually, there is nothing good in the elf ruins. Look at me. Dead horse."
Uncle Zhou patted the horseback of Jiying, calmly.
Dead horse? This kind of dead horse is expensive.
The leaders of each family wanted to come up to shoot the horses, but they were afraid that they would be kicked to death by Jiying. They could only surround Zhou Qingfeng and stay loyal.
Fei Zhe yelled: "Your Excellency, you must not let go of those unfaithful goblins. We still have food in the iron ore valley, and we are willing to provide you with it."
"Yes, yes, right, we also have food in Ash Lake, enough for everyone to eat for half a month. Your Excellency Hugo, you don't have to worry about food, please lead us to continue fighting." Even Nar was yelling, and he stopped Zhou when he came up. Aomine's thighs didn't let go.
Both Antai and Old Borg spit in excitement. They wish they could contribute their own Lao Di and only beg Zhou Qingfeng not to leave.
Todd cautiously stepped forward and touched Jiying's butt, and the dead horse turned his head and asked unhappyly: "Damn orc, what do you want to do? Take your shaggy dirty hands away from me."
A bunch of people were chattering, and the food released was enough for the'Allied Forces' to eat for two months. The more food they promised, the more Uncle Zhou's anger-when he was mobilizing in the Iron Ore Valley, his saliva was dry, these guys swore that there was no food.
Now that Zhou Qingfeng went out and returned with a full load, the food problem was solved immediately.
"What kind of scumbags are I leading!" Zhou Qingfeng had to chuckle on horseback. Wilson shrugged at him under the horse, saying that the reality is like this, not surprising.
The problem of food is solved, and the problem of fighting will and command power is naturally solved.
Zhou Qingfeng asked the chiefs to bring in grain immediately, and those who did not carry grain were not eligible to stay in the coalition forces. He also ordered an increase in the number of troops under his direct command, from one-tenth to one-fifth of the original total force.
This further deprived other leaders of the power and maintained Zhou Qingfeng's authority. But the leaders all agreed, wishing to be a pawn for Hugo boss.
Harmony Village is a joy. The stucco pit controlled by the Magru tribe is another scene. A brutal massacre is underway...
Under the shining of the high torch, the vicious bear goblin broke open the simple houses and dragged all the poor out to the open space in the center of the mortar pit.
Struggling, begging, shoving, yelling, chaos. There were messy drag marks and shattered clothes on the ground. The poor man was dragged into a dug-out pool of blood. The blade cut his throat and forced blood into the pool.
All this is like slaughtering an animal, and the bear goblin who started it has no mercy, but is excited. The human inhabitants cried in pain and wailed sharply. Despair and helplessness flooded the entire settlement like a raging tide.
The former leader, Old Seuss, had already cut off his head due to unfavorable combat, and the corpse became the sacrifice of the goblin piled on the high platform next to the blood pool.
Zul Grayhide is praising the ancestral spirits of the tribe loudly, praying for strength. As he shouted loudly, thunder rolled in the sky, and lightning pierced the sky. A gloomy breath is gathering in the forest...
The blood in the blood pool slowly boiled, and a lot of bubbles floated up. Whenever the bubbles burst in the air, the goblins surrounding the pool of blood exclaimed excited cheers. They also joined the prayers, the more fanatical, the more chaotic.
As for the poor people who supply blood for the blood pool, they either screamed in horror in cheers, or were already lying on the ground and convulsing. No one has pity for them, and the goblins will never have the slightest pity.
All this is a desperate move by the Magru tribe. In order to break the deadlock, they urgently need to improve their own strength. So a blood festival was held. When the blood in the blood pool turned into blood mist, dozens of bear goblins lined up and walked in.
The sky of the mortar pit, thunder rumbling, lightning flashes, and the huge coercion forced a large number of goblins to crawl to the ground. Even the dignity is like Zul Greyhide's head is on the ground.
While the old goblin shaman was still praying, the blood pool suddenly exploded, and the bear goblin who had just entered the blood pool walked out of the blood mist. They became more and more ugly, their wrinkled faces were pitted, their two-inch fangs were exposed outside their lips, and Dou Da's eyes were blood red.
But the most surprising thing was not these bear goblins, but after the blood mist retreated, there was a thin man with messy hair standing on the shoulders of a bear goblin. Not only was the bear goblin not irritated, but he appeared extremely submissive.
"Who are you?" Zul Grayhide quickly grabbed the skeleton staff beside him. It felt the turbulent wave of magic power in this human man, and most of the power of the blood sacrifice was absorbed by this guy.
The man is unclear and unidentified. He shook his hand, 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 Greyhide.
The old goblin immediately felt unbearable pressure, and fell on the ground as soon as his knees softened. The thin man said in a low, ethereal tone: "I don't know who I am? I seem to have read a book, and then I have been wandering.
I feel that there are massacres, betrayals, lies and frauds here. This makes me feel comfortable, and I am here. Someone calls me Cyric, but who is Cyric? Goblin, can you tell me? "
Cyric
Zul Greyhide had great terror in his heart. It was lying on the ground and shivering, and said in a disorganized tone: "You are the dark day, the king of great lies, and the black sun."
Ah..., the thin man seemed to suddenly realize, "I remember, I am Cyric. But why am I here? This body is so bad, my strength is so weak, I must return to the kingdom of God as soon as possible. .
Wait..., I have one more thing to do before returning. I remember a name, Victor Hugo. Who is this guy? Goblin, do you know him? "
Zul Griskin's teeth slammed, and he can only nod his head slightly to show that he knows him.