Huck gasped and shrugged his shoulders. The mage around him exchanged a look. They were not worried about what would happen. The strength of the island was amazing just because they knew something. Who wants to die is his own business. What Huck has to do now is to build their house before the arrival of new immigrants. What’s the word of Pope? All the departments are right.
Chapter 17 Crow King
"Oooo …" The warning horn resounded through the sky, immersed in the joy of the original festival, and the island of Shenen suddenly stirred up. The first reaction was that the 300 "ruling warriors" in the lighthouse could stand out from the heavy selection, which was obvious that it was not an amateur.
Although Liu Yue’s total population is small, according to the proportion of adventurers and civilians in mainland China, he can really be called a strong warrior here, and the average level of these warriors is as high as the level. Of course, this also has the effect of refining the soul silk. At the beginning, Ping ‘an Island was refined by him, and almost a lot of those people were among them. Although they have great defects, after all, they have realized the fighting spirit. If they leave it alone, they will get into big trouble sooner or later. Liu Yue simply organized them.
It turns out that they have all joined the Royal Guards, but in a few days Collins sent these grandfathers back with a wry smile on his face. There is nothing that can be done. Intelligence organizations like Royal Guards need people who are good at disguising themselves and are easy to hide and hide. These guys can race horses with their arms and fists, but at first glance, they can know that they are not good people and let them go to evil. They are all good players who want them to find out information. Do you understand that it is really a mountain rolling drum?
At this time, they are lined up in an orderly way, and their faces are full of excitement. Although they are also fighting happily on weekdays, after all, they are all our own people. It is difficult to kill people casually. How can they not be excited now that they have the opportunity to kill as much as possible?
Their leader is the former hurricane bandit boss Kenney. When he recruited them, Liu Yue didn’t know that this unremarkable and shriveled old man in his fifties was once a member of the Royal Knights of Norma Empire. If he hadn’t killed himself by mistake after drinking, and that guy was your brother, I’m afraid he wouldn’t have fallen into the position of bandits.
"The boys haven’t seen blood in recent months, are they all broken?" Kenney is riding a tall Palva, a tall northern horse, which is a little too small compared with his figure, but no one dares to look down on him. They have learned his skills for months. Maybe he is not the best martial arts among these people, but when it comes to combat experience, he is comparable, especially because he also has tactical qualities that most people lack.
"Yes, my hand has been itchy for a long time."
"That’s right. Haha, I’m tired of waiting."
Kenney held out his hand to signal them to be quiet. "Judge the samurai’s enemy’s blood and cry to prove your bravery. All glory belongs to my Lord!"
"All glory belongs to my Lord …"
Five long-body ships in the golden yellow sea are rowing angrily. This kind of paddle-sail warship is not suitable for ocean voyage, but the golden sea area is full of noise and drums tearing the quiet sky.
At the front end of the warship, a big man covered in oil paints stood proudly with his chest in his hands. With the cold sea breeze, he blew his brown hair like a lion’s mane flying all over the sky. In the cold weather, he actually wore a piece of blue fur around his waist.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the big fellow turned around to show the ferocious crow tattoo on his chest. An old shaman, skinny as an old tree, dressed in a complicated style and covered with all kinds of ancient monsters, walked up to him barefoot.
"The great crow king Archmage Arugal, the owner of the gray wasteland, everything has been arranged and waiting for your command at any time."
"Good," the big fellow croaked. He tilted his nose and took a deep breath. "There’s a smell of war in the wind. It seems that the pagans have noticed our arrival."
The bark-like face of the old shaman showed a creepy smile. "The fighting father God watched that we had pagan flesh and blood sacrifices to please our Lord, and fighting was the best seasoning."
Liu Yue Britney looked at the situation of enemy ships on the sea in front of the huge crystal. "Hum boy, how long did it take? I didn’t expect these guys to start work so fast."
Britney looked at him with some surprise. "Why did you know someone was coming to attack?"
Liu Yue’s face sank like water and nodded. "It’s true that the evil god in the shadow world hinted to me before he left that someone would be bad for me, but I didn’t expect these guys to be so impatient. Britney, you are familiar with the situation around here. Can you tell me what you know about these people?"
Britney Spears with a smug look on her face. "Now you know that the young lady is amazing. Yes, I am familiar with these northern barbarians."
Liu Yue sighed in the heart, "It was really unexpected that Usgar reacted so quickly and so fiercely in the north, but it was really strange. Did he really fail to attack the island of grace with these barbarians? This time, they obviously didn’t look at the church in Umberlee, but strangely, Umberlee didn’t respond. It seems that Umberlee, a fiery woman, is as usual as she said."
The war between gods and gods has always been long and lasting, because each side has scruples, and every decision involves the fate of tens of millions of people. That kind of single-handedness will never appear, and proxy war has become the only choice.
It is almost impossible for a god to be defeated even if he is a weak god in his own realm. Throughout the history of the multiverse, we can find that many fallen gods were killed because they rashly left their realm. Among them, Wojin was lucky. Although she was not happy in the abyss, she finally succeeded in living and returning to the realm. Everything is possible for a god to live.
Few gods will fight for the length of time. The method of "10,000 years is too long to seize the day" is suitable for life to be short, such as the morning dew. One year is not empty talk. For gods, it is probably the time when there is no shortage.
"This crow king is famous all over the north. His tribes are different. Crow tribes have always cultivated with swords. These people believe in the totem god of fighting spirit. I see why they will come to trouble you." Britney lost her alarm and her face was suddenly looked.
Liu Yuedao said, "My strength is far less than Usgar’s, but he is equally acceptable to me. I can’t go to the warrior’s sleep to find him, and he doesn’t have the courage to come directly to the main material world. If I say incarnation, I’m not afraid of a few more. It’s strange that so many barbarians dare to come here to die. Does Usgar look down on me so much?"
At this time, the sea situation has changed dramatically. On the right side of the crow tribe fleet, a ghost ship with a green jack-o’-lantern suddenly appeared. With the order of the ship, the soldiers took out the name "crow crane", which is a six-meter-long springboard with a sharp steel beak at the top outside, which can firmly fix the two ships together.
The outermost search warship suddenly became a mess, and the barbarian was covered with oil paints. In an instant, he collided with the auxiliary armed ruling warriors. From time to time, people could be seen screaming and landing in the sea, and both sides were red-eyed. At this time, language is pale and swords are the best means of communication.
Several of his ships also reacted at this time, but it was too late. Although the barbarians’ force was quite superb, they were still a little too fragile in the face of these armed teeth killing machines. What’s more, on Liu Yue’s side, there were a large number of wizards to help out one after another, and gain spells such as stoneskin and bull power were blessed to rule the warriors’ bodies, while negative spells such as group panic and weakness fell on the barbarians’ heads.