On the edge of the walls of the city, where the frost wind of Harogas flies and the thick ice of ice, Quarkek stands silently on the edge of the wall, clad in the armor of the Immortal King and wielding the giant two-handed warhammer in his suit.

It's not dawn yet, and even with the short days and long nights in the Arrett Mountains, this light means it's still early for dawn.

But as the great leader of the barbarian clan, Quarkek couldn't sleep at all.

Tomorrow... No, in the early hours of this morning, or in a few hours, they will launch a counteroffensive that concerns the ethnic movement.

If he wins, everyone will be happy, and Halogas will immediately turn around from the passive situation.

But once you lose......

Qualkek glanced back at the weary warriors beneath the city and the stone fort of his homeland, which was shadowed by the wind and snow and night.

No, they won't lose, and they can't lose!

In other words, the great leader of the proud barbarian clan would never pin all his hopes on a foreigner.

No matter how big his name is!

But now he couldn't think of anything else.

The forces available in the city were already stretched thin, and countless barbarian warriors and other professionals fell on the battlefield every day.

The war potential of the Harogas is rapidly depleting, and due to intelligence delays, their closest reinforcements are still far from the Salva Forest.

It will take at least half a month for them to get here.

But if the current situation continues to be consumed, by the time reinforcements arrive in half a month, I am afraid that Hallogas will already be a dead city.

Currently, Harogas is protected by a shield forged by the sacrifices of the Elders, but this shield will only last for a week at most.

There are still the last two bastions left outside the city, and if the shields fail, it is conceivable that the army of Hell will immediately increase their attack.

Harogas can't stand the drain, and neither can the World Stone Palace.

The evil rituals of the Hellcultists in the Frozen Highlands could begin at any moment, and once the Arrett Mountains were contaminated into demonic soil, it would be impossible for the Council to send all the elite legions stationed in the Second World to fill this damn hole!

So he had no other choice but to take the risk.

"Great Chief, do you really believe that the Outlander can bring us victory?"

A voice suddenly sounded from Qualkek's side, and he turned his head to see that it was his right-hand man, the leader of the barbarian army known as the "Mad Butcher" - the legendary barbarian Clough.

"I believe in him, I can only believe in him, and I must believe in him."

Quarkek glanced at Clough, then turned back to stare back at the deep, wind-howling night outside the walls.

Less than two kilometers in front of him, the largest number of "Servants of Baal" in the army of Hell were staring at the walls of Harlogas with their bright red evil eyes.

Once these eyes with evil and evil intentions are gathered, even in this snowy night where you can't see your fingers, they will shine like a terrifying star.

Qualkek almost saw a sea of stars—stretching along the narrow landscape of the bloody hills into the boundless distance.

Clough followed the leader's line of sight and quickly understood the pressure on the big leader's shoulders.

He fell silent.

As the commander of the Barbarian Legion and the deputy leader of the entire Barbarian Clan, he has been personally leading the army to fight bravely on the battlefield for the past few days.

He knew best how serious the losses of the corps were.

The barbarian tribe can no longer be consumed like this, and in recent days, even ordinary people who are not professionals or mercenaries have gone to the battlefield with rudimentary weapons!

If they continue like this, even if they eventually wait for reinforcements, the entire clan will be doomed.

The torches at the head of the city hunted and burned in the cold wind, and there was a crackling sound from time to time.

These torches are fortified with special animal fat, making them resistant to the harsh winter.

But no amount of grease can resist the erosion of the blizzard, the endless cold wind will eventually prevail, and the torch will never overcome the harsh winter.

They'll go out.

Just like the situation of the barbarian tribes now.

"I've heard about that necromancer from McCass, and it is said that he single-handedly broke into the palace of the Demon God and killed a doppelganger of the Demon God with his own hands!

Also, although it is a bit exaggerated, the matter on the King's Harbor side was vouched for by the Council, and it was he who killed Skeletron......"

Clough swallowed a little dryly.

"I mean, people with such legendary records shouldn't be liars with a false name."

Clough is known as "The Mad Butcher", but that only describes his state after the beginning of his primordial form, not that he is really a madman.

Ever since he received the order of the Great Leader from Anya, he began to inquire about Xue Hua's person from another legendary paladin, that is, the legendary powerhouse who had just returned from the second world.

That legendary paladin is named Mercas, and he has also joined the Demon Slayer Legion on the Second World front, so he knows a lot about Xue Hua.

He relayed to Clough a rumor he had heard from a friend who was still serving in the Demon Slayer Legion—a rumor of how Xue Hua had single-handedly broken into the collapsing underground prison of Trivank and defeated his clone on the territory of the Hate King.

I have to say, it's an impressive story indeed.

But because it was so legendary, Clough didn't dare to believe it all.

But now, he had to believe it, because if he didn't, he wouldn't know how to encourage his boys tomorrow.

"yes, he wouldn't be a liar."

Qualkek sighed, and turned away from looking at the flickering "galaxy" outside.

He picked up his hammer and walked down the city stairs without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Clough couldn't help but sigh, and with a worried expression on his face, he turned around and walked back to the barracks at the foot of the city wall.

......

At the same time, in a dark and cold room in a strange temple in the Arrett Mountains, the light of the bean-sized oil lamps on the walls not only failed to illuminate the small space, but was covered with a strange and tingling dull shade because of its not-so-bright light.

In the center of the room, Elder Niracek was kneeling on a ball of thick flannel cloth, wrapped in a thick blue silk robe, his head hung and his eyes closed, as if in deep thought of something.

Suddenly, the lights on the wall flickered violently, and the shadow of Niracek reflected on the wall immediately danced like a demon.

He opened his eyes violently, raised his head, and his face was tense like a corpse dead from frost.

"I... What to do? ”

"Why... Leave me alone! ”

"The tribe can't be saved... Qualkek listened to the lies of outsiders! ”

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow ......"

Nilasek's face turned hesitant and frightened, and he stood up, biting his fingers almost uncontrollably, scribbling his own blood over and over the walls around him.

Looking at the glimmer of light left by the dim lights, the walls were already painted with dark red crazy babble.

What am I going to do!?

Why leave me alone?!

Who's going to save me!

Hordes cannot be destroyed!

But I can't stop it......

Just as Nilasek was frantically painting on the wall with his own flesh, a seductive voice suddenly came out of the depths of his mind.

"Allegiance... To me!

Your tribe... You will be spared! ”

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