MTL - Lord of the Magical Beasts-Chapter 13 Brutal agreement

The barbarians were stunned by the many elite warriors who looked at the blink of an eye. Before, I didn’t believe it after hearing the memories of the scouts who had escaped. I now witnessed the shock and horror of the bombs.

Shocking, it is too shocking!

From the top to the bottom of the barbarian, all of them were petrified for a long time. For those who are known as mountain warriors, the evil eye is only a low-level World of Warcraft that is weak and weak in the Tras Forest. It is sloppy and slow. Not to mention one, even if three or five together is not their opponent, never imagined that after the concentration of Yang Ling, the power of these garbage World of Warcraft is terrible to such a point.

"Yang Daren, if you have this strength, I am afraid I can't destroy our entire tribe!" The barbarian patriot swallowed. "The second-order horn bee can only launch three stingers every day. The magic of evil eyes is limited. It can't be attacked for a long time. As long as we hold the castle, you can't attack it!"

Despite the heavy losses, the barbarian patriarch is still reluctant to yield. The barbarian is a natural mountain warrior. Since ancient times, only the barbarians who died in battle have never been barbarians who have survived.

"Yes, I can't attack your entire tribe!" Yang Ling admitted frankly, the unexpected accident. "But as long as I direct the Warcraft army to hold your exit, you can't hunt, then how long can you squash in the tribe? ”

See Yang Ling hit the blood with a needle, straight into his own soft ribs, the barbarian family eyebrows jumped straight, screaming bad. After a moment of contemplation, he said stiffly: "Yang Daren, don't forget that this is the Tras Forest. We are just a small branch tribe of barbarians, and we can always get help from other barbarian tribes!"

"Hey, jokes, even if other barbarian tribes help each other, when can they come over and come over to collect the dead?"

Yang Ling smiled coldly, and after a pause, he looked at the savage patriarch of the face, saying: "As an ancient summoner, I am only a small figure in the family. You see, I only have horn bees and evils. This kind of low-level Warcraft. But my elders are different, their high-level Warcraft don't say attack, just a huge number can level your tribe. I just need to build a transfer magic array, you can get their help immediately!"

As the barbarian patriarch said, after the continuous attack, the magic of evil eyes has reached a low point. Now let's not attack the barbarian tribe. If all the barbarians are swarming up, I am afraid that it will be a problem to get back. At the crucial moment, Yang Ling simply took the risk and pulled the tiger skin to knock on the drum.

The ancient summoner? The barbarian patriarch suddenly realized that Yang Ling could summon so many World of Warcraft.

Looking at the opposite sneer Yang Ling, the barbarian head is as big as a bucket, he can't figure out how he would provoke such a terrible guy. Although the barbarians are violent, they have been bred in the Tlax forest for thousands of years. The horror of the ancient summoner is clearer than anyone else.

According to the genealogy, a long time ago, there was a powerful barbarian empire on the mainland, and the territory was vast. But the 28th King did not know why he provoked a mysterious and powerful summoner family. The latter summoned the World of Warcraft siege of the emperor, and the royal family was smashed overnight. As a result, the barbarian empire wall was pushed down by everyone, and the barbarians’ forces gradually faded away from the mainland and slowly retired from the mountains.

Even the powerful barbarian empire is not an opponent. The barbarian patriarch is still dare to act rashly. When he thinks of the powerful family power behind Yang Ling, he is cold and cold. After repeatedly measuring the gains and losses, in order to continue the incense of the tribe, he had to give up the idea of ​​the army's assault and sticking to it. He said with uneasiness: "Yang Daren, what do you want to do to our tribe?"

"It's very simple. I have said that as long as you let go of all the prisoners and compensate us for the loss, I will withdraw immediately!"

"Good!" The barbarian patriarch could afford to put it down and nodded, and loudly told the guards around him, "Remove all the prisoners immediately, fast!"

After the order, several barbarians quickly left, and soon they brought a large group of prisoners out there, old and young. Among them, it includes the grandfather who Alice hopes to wear.

"Grandpa, Alice finally saw you, Grandpa..."

Seeing the familiar figure, Alice rushed up desperately, reunited after the robbery, and the two grandsons cried. At the same time, the rest of the prisoners also burst into tears, thanking Yang Ling for their rescue.

"Very good, patriarch, this is how it is, why should we move thick?" Looking at the uneasy barbarian patriarch, Yang Ling seemed to see an oversized fat sheep, said with a smile: "Now, let's calculate how Compensation. Injured human captives, lose ten Amethyst coins, and lose twenty for the death, but don't you?"

"Okay, all count for twenty amethyst coins!" The barbarian readily responded with a sigh of relief. Now he just wants to send Yangling this sorrow early, not to mention twenty purple crystal coins per person, that is, fifty purple crystal coins. Do not hesitate.

After counting the number of human captives and the corresponding coin to be compensated, Yang Ling said with a smile: "The patriarch, the compensation of the captives is good, a total of 2,500 pieces of purple crystal coins, now calculate the compensation for me. Only Warcraft five hundred purple crystal coins, a total of twelve; lost work costs on 25,000 purple crystal coins, the loss of spirit, it is 50,000 crystal coins. Count an integer, a total of 80,000 amethyst coins!"

80,000 amethyst coins?

Not to mention the barbarians, even Cassie, they are also stunned, as for the tears of the captives, it is even more doubtful whether they are dreaming! I was just desperately trapped in the prison of the barbarians. I can’t wait until now. Not only did I survive today, but I also received a compensation.

"You....." The barbarian patriarch angered and attacked his heart, almost not coming up in one breath. He thought that Yang Ling would have to pay more for compensation, but in any case he did not expect that he actually had a big lion. With the so-called mental loss as a reason, Zhang mouth is 80,000 amethyst coins.

Isn't he just an excuse to find a reason to continue the attack?

After taking a few deep breaths, the barbarian patriarch changed his face and tried to cover up the uneasy feelings and thought of a terrible thought. After a moment of hesitation, it was difficult to say: "Yang Daren, it does not contradict each other, we rarely interact with the outside world, the whole tribe has only a maximum of two thousand amethyst coins!"

"Hey, this is trouble!" Yang Ling installed as a difficult nose. "Do you have any special products, such as Warcraft crystal nucleus or dark fire crystal, although the market is not good, but it is worth a few dollars. of!"

Listening to Yang Ling, the barbarian patriarch sighed and understood that he only wanted money, but then frowned. As a powerful mountain warrior, they have accumulated a lot of Warcraft crystal nucleus for many years, but I am afraid that all of them will not satisfy Yang Ling’s appetite.

"The patriarch, for a time, there is not enough crystal coins or crystal nucleus is understandable!" Seeing the patriarch's brow wrinkled, Yang Ling smiled eagerly, then said: "You have a lot of warriors, you can hurry to hunt for crystal Nuclear, or dig this dark fire crystal to pay off debts, you can extend the period appropriately for a while!"

After the eyeball turned, Yang Ling threw a bait that put a long line off the big fish. There are many dark fire crystals in the Valentia Valley. The barbarians are strong and strong. They are good candidates for the strong and the coolies. In addition, the barbarians are far-fetched and face-to-face. It should also be a good choice to pull the cannon fodder.

Under the coercion, Yang Ling and the barbarian patriarch signed a seemingly fair agreement. The barbarian provides Yangling with one hundred pieces of Warcraft crystal nucleus every month, and the two cars are dark and crystal, with a term of two years. Yang Ling generously surrendered the remaining barbarian captives and promised to provide the barbarians with some necessities such as salt.

After admitting to the ugly barbarian patriarch, Yang Ling took the crowd and returned home all the way to the Forest Elf tribe. On the road, the people who are in danger are not happy to death~www.novelbuddy.com~ Thank you again for his rescue.

Yang Ling is full of rewards, but in the town of Wissen, thousands of miles away, a majestic castle is brewing a huge storm.

"Eblis, your dog's paws are light, ah....." arched the buttocks bitten by the horned bees, squatting on the bed, gnashing his teeth, and squatting to a priest. The old man, "roll, change a maid to come in for a dressing!"

Since the elves of the Elf tribe, Imiah has been restless, his buttocks are red and swollen, and his temper is becoming more and more violent.

"Goode, immediately summon all the warriors, I want to wash the elf tribe, and screw down the summoner's head!"

"Young Master, this....." The old man in black is embarrassed and cautiously said: "Half a month ago, the owner brought most of the elite warriors to the sea, and now it seems that it is not the best time to retaliate! ”

"I don't care, I want to kill the abominable summoner. I want to sell all the elf women to the bottom of the scorpion!" Imiah slammed the bed under his arm. As long as he is so big, he has not eaten such a big loss, and the accompanying warrior is almost completely annihilated, and he almost has no life.

Looking at the wrath of Imiya, the black-clothing adviser Goode was a little hesitant. "Young master, after many efforts, his subordinates have secretly contacted the regional contact person who killed the manual meeting, or ..."

.....

After some plotting, the black man Goode gently retired, and Imiah laughed in disappointment. The big hand touched the maiden's clothes and squeezed a strong grape.