Lord of all tribes

Chapter 38 Conquering the Barbarians

The ferocious savage's roar in the night is very distinctive, and that unique hum is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

The shortbowmen manipulated the bows and arrows in their hands, making rustling noises. The sharp arrows falling on the barbarians only made their roars a little louder, but the real damage was not much.

Seeing that the damage caused by the shortbowmen was not high, Luo Lin could only shake his head helplessly. Under such circumstances, the barbarians of the third level cannot be equated with the shortbowmen of the upper level. .

"Great God of Hades, your most loyal believer requests you to summon undead skeleton soldiers!"

Carlos' mysterious voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly under the moonlight, skeletons came from the endless void, standing dully in front of the shortbowmen, and under the command of Carlos, they charged towards those barbarians!

These skeletons continuously appeared from the endless void, and the number changed from one to ten, to a hundred
It seemed that summoning these skeleton soldiers was also very costly for Carlos, and gradually, Carlos began to pant violently, "My lord, these are first-level bone skeletons, but because they don't feel pain, their combat power is higher than that of ordinary first-class skeletons." High-level soldiers are much stronger."

"The first-order bone skeleton is enough, you go to rest first, and leave the rest to Hans!"

Looking at the weak Carlos, Rowling couldn't bear it. Magicians can indeed display unimaginable combat power, but their fatal flaw is also obvious, that is, once the magic power is exhausted, they become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In the end, there were two hundred first-order skeletons summoned by Carlos. When facing the third-order barbarians who were many times stronger than them, they still launched an attack without hesitation.

The creatures in the underworld are really amazing, and necromancers are indeed the rarest magicians with the strongest overall combat effectiveness. Their ability to connect to the underworld is really too powerful.

Of course, although the [-] Tier [-] bone skeletons are very powerful, they are still somewhat insufficient in front of this group of Tier [-] barbarians. It can only be said to slow down the pace of these barbarians' attack.

But that's enough.

Although the arrows shot by the short archers did little damage to these rough-skinned and thick-skinned barbarians, the continuous shooting also caused wounds to appear on their bodies, and wounds represented weakness in combat effectiveness.

When they faced the skeletons who were not afraid of death, even the mighty barbarians became anxious.

This group of unconscious skeletons, even if their limbs are amputated, they are still moving forward, using their remaining teeth to continue to attack.
Two hundred white bone skeletons stand in front, and one hundred archers shoot behind them, a perfect combination!
Hans picked up his chopping knife and brought out the strength of his fifth-level fighter to the extreme. In front of a group of third-level barbarians, Hans was the handsome king. Gradually, the vicious barbarians also began to decline.
When Hans kicked the leader of the fourth-rank barbarians to the ground, and pointed the scarlet blood-stained sword at his neck, the battlefield came to a standstill, because these barbarians began to feel no desire to attack. .

Their leader was captured, and their rusted weapons became extremely ironic in the face of the fearless skeletons.

And their huge bodies happened to be the best targets. Every barbarian had more or less arrows hanging from them, and they couldn't stand it anymore!

The barbarians chose to surrender!
Very pleasantly surprised, very unexpected, but the fact is that they chose to surrender under the deterrence of Luo Lin's army!
"You are the leader of the barbarians? What's your name?" Luo Lin stared at the barbarian who was much taller than himself, and looked up at him, looking a little struggling.

"I, Baghdad! Chaser Tribe, Chief!"

The tall barbarian looked down at the creature that was much smaller than him, and glanced at Hans a little aggrievedly, wondering why he was so much smaller than him, but still so strong.

"Are you willing to surrender to me?" Luo Lin's eyes were burning. If such a group of barbarians could join his territory, it would be very beneficial to his plan to strengthen the army.

"I, Baghdad, surrender, the strong, he." Baghdad pointed to Hans, and glanced at Rollin contemptuously.

"Bold! You are a big man, it is your honor that the lord is willing to recruit you!" Hans yelled loudly when he saw that Baghdad was ignorant.

Luo Lin waved his hand. He thought that Baghdad was quite interesting. Although his mind was not working well, he was more honest than honest.

"He, Hans, is my general. If you submit to Hans, you submit to me!"

Luo Lin stared at Baghdad with burning eyes, and then glanced at the barbarians behind him, his heart was already full of joy.

"He is strong, and I submit to you. You are stronger, and I submit to you." Although Baghdad didn't speak very well, he expressed his meaning very clearly. Seeing his honest and straightforward appearance, Luo Lin admired it a lot.

"My lord, my tribe and people, I implore you, give them food, and I am willing to fight for you!"

Baghdad suddenly knelt down to Luo Lin, his expression full of pleading.

The looting of the leaders this time has not yielded much, and the severe winter is about to come. At that time, the women, children, old and young of the Chasing Wind Tribe will die one by one in the severe winter.

Rolin learned from Baghdad that the Chaser Tribe is not far from the outskirts of the Forest of Death, and usually spends their days hunting wild animals in the forest.

But in winter, the temperature in the Forest of Death will drop sharply, and they will not be able to go out to hunt at that time. In order to survive, they must plunder the food of the human race, which is the essential need for their survival.

Baghdad is the current chief of the Chasing Wind Tribe. There are more than 60 people in the Chasing Wind Tribe, of which [-] are young and strong. However, nearly half of the young and strong have died after many days of storming the city of Versilia. Five or sixty people came to chase and kill Luo Lin and the others.

Naturally, Rollin would not refuse Baghdad's request, and Rollin was going to lure these barbarians out and set aside a territory for them to live in.

Although this matter sounds rather absurd, Rollin has his own plan. If Galati wants to develop and grow, he must gather all available combat power.

These barbarians are natural fighters, with a little training, they will be invincible on the battlefield. Rollin can foresee that in the near future, Garadi's army composed of barbarians will make his enemies fearful!
There are only 300 members of the Chasing Wind Tribe, and the food Luo Lin they consume to live in the Galactic Territory can still be supplied. The most important thing is to be able to completely tie these barbarians to the Galactic Territory.

It is imperative to let them join the army of the Galadi Land and strengthen the Galadi Land!
(End of this chapter)