The weather is cold, the environment is extremely harsh, this is the world that the people of Kishutar are extremely disgusted.

"What bad luck!"

Lying in the gap of the ice valley, Charles shivered coldly, and had already cursed the most filthy and vicious boss in his heart who always liked to trouble himself, with a big belly and a fat belly.

Isn't it because I refuse to bribe him? As a result, he used the order of the commander-in-chief to drive himself out of the camp to do reconnaissance work under the pretext of so-called 'preparations for an all-out attack'.

He is also a commando captain anyway, but now he can only be regarded as a scout, and with the idea of that fat pig, even if he brings back a great credit, he will be encroached upon, either to die in the position of a scout, or to be hacked to death by the barbarians in the battle, and the body will be brought back for skewering.

"Wait and see, sooner or later, one day ......"

Despite the hopeless prospects, Charles had even the bare minimum of illusions.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold wind above my head seemed to have abated a lot.

The bad situation eased slightly, Charles shrunk his neck, pressed the big felt hat on his head down with both hands, and climbed up with both hands and feet.

As soon as he raised his head, before his eyes could be freed from the brim of his hat, he only felt a chill on his neck, and his eyes immediately fell into eternal darkness.

A Huturu warrior cut off the head of the Kishutar with an indifferent look, tied his hair in a knot, and hung it directly from the bite.

He had three heads on the left and right sides of his waist, the seventh prey he had hunted.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, the Hutulu warrior immediately used his sword to look at the military uniform he was wearing, and the thing called the firearm was the most important trophy.

This is a firing weapon that uses high-pressure gas generated by the rapid combustion of propulsion fuel to propel a projectile, which can be roughly divided into guns and cannons, as well as some explosives that will detonate instantly as soon as they come into contact with an object.

The Kishutar people like to call it a 'hot weapon'.

In the era of hot weapons, the army equipped with advanced firearms basically had an absolute advantage on the battlefield when fighting against the civilization of cold weapons, and it could even be called a one-sided massacre.

And when it comes to some indigenous tribes that are not even civilized, but are just savage and ignorant, the gap only makes people more desperate.

The warrior remembered these firearms, these strange things back then, emitting hellish flames, and in a matter of three or five swords, they could slaughter an entire village in a matter of minutes, and even the entire village could be burned.

He was one of the remnants of countless tribes who had been wiped out by the invaders, and his heart had always been haunted by the shadow of fear about firearms.

The Khutulu would only use crude iron smelting to make a sufficient amount of iron for use, which is said to be a blessing from the gods.

The people could not do anything about this firearm, and God was silent about it for some reason.

Luckily, however, the Huturu had learned how to use these firearms in battle with the invaders.

Looking at the palm-sized gun in his hand, the Hutulu warrior smiled innocently.

Now the situation is different.

God has given new blessings, gifts that are no less than the intruders' firearms.

Chainsaw, Psionic Axe, Critical Blaster...... Many of them look like obvious firearms...... No, it's a holy artifact.

The weapon he used just now was a dagger given by God, and as long as he held the hilt, he would be driven by his devout faith, and a fiery red blade of light would emerge, and he could easily cut off a person's head with a simple twist.

Sacrificing a holy weapon with foreign blood, the more you kill, the best service to God.

At the same time, God will not be stingy with believers, and if there are enough souls sacrificed, God will give restoration and directly strengthen the believers.

Just after killing another one, the Hutulu warrior only felt another stream of heat rising from his body, diverting to his limbs and penetrating deep into his internal organs.

For a moment, he seemed to feel an inexplicably powerful force supporting his backbone, and his strength, speed, and physical recovery were all increasing.

Even, the vigorous vitality was completely activated, as if it was in a state of healing and burning, and the heart was infected by extreme killing intent.

Born of a thirst for the source of life, the hatred of the Khuturu warriors towards the Kishutar has turned to greed.

Kill more invaders... Sacrifice their blood to the gods... God blesses... Stronger yourself......

Since the fall of night, a complete chain of interests has tied all the barbarians to the same carriage, which will only continue to accelerate before it collapses.

The disposed corpse kicked into the crack of the ice valley, and the barbarian warrior immediately escaped into the wind and snow.

In the vast snowfield, countless barbarian hunters have taken advantage of the wind and snow to hide themselves, and they have transformed into real hunters than before, mercilessly hunting every Kisutar who walks out of the camp.

The white ice flowers in full bloom will inevitably be stained with a drop or two of blood.

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In the Floating Ice Bay, with the power of chaos bestowed upon him, the night can control the soul of every blessed Hutulu person.

In the barbarian society under the direct control of the supremacy of the one god, along with the secular rulers, they also declared their submission, and the control of all the barbarians has been highly unified in the hands of the night.

Therefore, every oracle issued by the night can be carried out to the maximum extent.

The first is the support of weapons and equipment.

A large number of thermal weapons and melee magic weapons can arm a large number of barbarian warriors in a short period of time.

With decades of experience in bloody battles with the Imperials, although they are still barbarians, they are also extremely familiar with the manipulation of firearms, but they cannot be produced, no matter how many there are, they can only be used as consumables.

In terms of tactics, Cangye operates in groups in small elite groups, carrying out guerrilla, assassination and other operations to avoid large-scale military operations.

In a short period of time, it is absolutely impossible to train this group of barbarians into a national army, so after being armed with a large number of chainsaw swords, psionic axes and other magic weapons, they hunt humans with the hunting skills that the Hutulu people are best at.

Ordinary barbarian units do not have direct control of the night, and can only get feedback after killing the enemy with what they call the holy weapon and sacrificing their souls.

As long as you can kill three, you will get a Chaos Power Amplification.

It was in this way that a large number of Hutulu elite warriors were produced in batches like a snowball.

As for the more numerous ordinary warriors, they were ruthlessly abandoned.

Not all Huturu warriors were qualified hunters, except for a few elite who stood out, and many more died tragically under the butcher's knife of the Kishuttars.