"You mean, the reason why the Great Guild went to attack the Northern Barbarians may be to unseal the third evil god?" When the Red Knight, the goddess of strategy, heard Raphael's speculation, she already believed it in her heart. This matter is extremely strange, and it is really unreasonable to say that there is no insider. Raphael's argument is a little shocking, but it makes sense.

Since the God of Conspiracy, Viren, dared to use the 'Hexagonal Black Flame Circle', it was not a particularly surprising development to have some cooperation with the evil god.

"There is a high probability that the evil gods will help this conspiracy god in this matter, and it must not be just because of good intentions. If even the evil gods had such good intentions, I don't think we need to think of so many ways to stop their actions. Raphael stood up from his position and glanced at the elk grazing in the woods, with a slight hint of unclear meaning in his eyes.

There is no tiger to deter the elk, leisurely grazing.

Later, the elk pursued by the tiger scattered and fled.

The world is like an elk, vast and ignorant, and the concept of death is too vague. It can only be perceived occasionally at the moment when death is near, but it seems too late.

These guys seem to be immortal, but who can truly coexist with the universe? It's just a pack of sturdier elk, and if they don't survive the test that time throws at them, they'll become a speck of dust in the universe.

The water in the pond turned into countless droplets of water that rose to the sky, bringing a fine spring rain to this small manor, and countless raindrops, like countless sharp knives, fell from the sky, fell in the forest, and fell on the elk's body. The budding branches and leaves of the tree fell under the impact of the raindrops.

The elk seemed to be startled by the raindrops, and ran away, looking a little panicked.

In a moment, the rain stopped, and a pool of spring water appeared.

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Raphael's speculation is quite accurate in terms of the facts.

At this moment, the three people sitting in front of the Grand Duke Louis Perchens are all beautiful and beautiful, two men and one woman, although it is a little bad to describe men with beauty. But it's wonderful here. The so-called softness with rigidity may be the case.

"This collaboration is perfect, if those so-called gods are as smart as your head, why do we take off our pants and fart like this?" One of them glanced back at Archduke Louis Perchens, who looked very graceful in the rear. Obviously, because of this behavior, this kid has suffered a lot.

It can be seen from the archbishop's dress he was wearing, obviously he turned over and became a landlord. Behind them, groups of dark elf male soldiers stepped forward, and the armor on their bodies was all of the highest grade produced by the Ottore Empire, making them look even more majestic and majestic.

"What the devil said is that some of the gods are too ignorant of elevation." When Archduke Louis Perchens heard the words of these devils, he put away his pride and a little awe.

"Don't worry, the matter of your family is our business, the so-called spider goddess dare not make a move, if she does, we will not sit idly by. When it comes to allies, we're all very important. The devil saw the hint of pleading beneath the awe of Archduke Louis Perchens, and knew what kind of promises his companions from the Southern Chamber of Commerce had made to these people.

At this time, it is undoubtedly very suitable to fill the uneasiness in the other party's heart. And the so-called goddess whose name is not remembered by them, they don't care even more. As long as things don't change for them, then it's just a small thing that can be handled casually.

At that time, no matter what the so-called spider goddess Rose or the god of justice Tyr is in front of them, it will be a fart they let out, and it is not worth mentioning.

"Thank you for your help, my family gods will spare no effort in the cooperation between the two sides." When Archduke Louis Perchens heard this, his face became even more joyful. Although he has now become the archbishop as he has gotten what he wants, the honor and disgrace are all tied to the body of the god of conspiracy, Viren, if he is killed by the spider goddess Rose, wouldn't it be a bamboo basket for water?

The Northern Barbarians, this is a more general term, this is not a single race, but a general name for hundreds of tribes. It's like the tribe that took refuge in Raphael in the first place was also the 'seed' that spread from it. This is not complete, because the tribes that will migrate from it are often occupied by other tribes and have no choice but to move elsewhere.

The reason why barbarians are barbarians is a group of tribes that are not civilized or live a more primitive life. They believe in ancestors, in totems, and in beasts. Or it is also a kind of uncompromising survival, they have been conquered many times anyway, but no kingdom can completely conquer them.

Today you take an inch of his land, tomorrow he will bite off a piece of your flesh. This kind of brute strength has become the basis and reliance on which they can take deep root in this land.

The Dark Elves move fast, and the Iron Lion created by combining the high-quality resources of the Ottore Empire is even better than those Imperial ace armies, and the ferocity left in their bodies to survive in that dim land makes them look like untamed beasts, waiting to be released from the cage to hunt for food.

"Your Excellency, we have stepped into the land of the barbarians." A dark elf officer took a map, measured the distance, looked at the markings on the map, rode a fast horse close to the position of the Grand Duke Louis Perchens, and spoke.

"Three devils, we have already stepped into the land of the barbarians, I don't know where you want us to look?" Louis Pershings asked the three of them in a big voice.

The three of them did not answer, but closed their eyes one after another, and said these things in a low voice, very indistinctly, and even though the Grand Duke Louis Perchens leaned against them to the extreme, he heard a faint tremor like snowflakes falling on the ground. This made him close his mouth and stop talking.

Anyway, he only came to fight a good fight, and he was able to return to the Bloomer Tower to continue plotting how to completely embezzle the Ottore royal family. And what about the notoriety? As long as the strength is enough, these guys who once stepped on their necks will eventually become heads rolling under his feet.

Although the three demons closed their eyes tightly, there was an organ like an eyeball condensed in the air, and this eyeball kept turning, giving people a weird and very strange taste, and people couldn't help but shudder when they saw it, and they always felt that if they saw too much, their souls would be swallowed by this thing.

The whites of the eyeballs are as red as blood, with a touch of green in the red, and the eyeballs are moving faster and faster, like a ball that has been ejected by someone rolling on the ground. Streams of black evil qi rose up, like smoke, drifting in the wind and extending outward, like tentacles sensing something.

Slowly, the eyeballs stopped moving, and the evil qi began to condense into a mass again, and the target was directed to the northwest.

"Let's go." Let's go, it seems to have magic power, and the soldiers and carriages behind him all moved, without half a minute of delay.

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As the dark elves stepped into the savannah of Pietarsari, creatures that had hidden in the shadows leaned out of their bodies and quickly emerged from the holes in the ground, running across the endless land. They are a creature bred by the northern barbarians, known as the Scout Rat, and when they are greatly frightened, they will return to their keepers.

Undoubtedly, this is a very good way to detect, after all, it is stealthy and somewhat simple. And often these simple things are overlooked, and they are only subordinated to their instincts.

The major tribes of the Pietarsari steppe all received the message in a very short time, and waves of scouts were dispatched, and these dark elf troops who did not hide and did not want to hide at all entered the pupils of these barbarians at the same time.

"Your Excellency, there are so many eyes around us that we need to cut them all off?" The dark elves' keen sense of smell for battle is like the best hounds, easily capturing these breaths. Even without scrutiny, they could tell how many people were nearby.

This is a special talent cultivated from war!

"Of course, our actions should not be disrupted. It is always good to teach these barbarians some bloody lessons. "Archduke Louis Perchens was pleased that these men would come to him for his opinion whenever he had a decision, which was absolutely not the case before. He always had to listen to the will that those dark elves conveyed to him, and this transformation, he felt very cool, he felt happy, and he felt wonderful. And that's what he's been pursuing. This was also something that he, Archduke Louis Pöchens, should enjoy.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!" The Dark Elf Commander nodded and obediently lowered the speed of his horses, and then a team of Dark Elves in light armor departed from the ranks, and the sky darkened slightly, and a spring rain began to fall in the sky.

The spring rain is always like this, one after another, a little annoying, but it always brings hope for life. It's just that at this moment, there is obviously no hope for life......

These dark elves, dressed in light armor, pinched out a fluttering dagger from their waists and threw it quickly.

Snatch and snatch, and every dagger is a living life. The Dark Elves' movements are so light that they don't look like they're killing people, but more like dancers on the dance floor. It's just that this dance is a dance that foreshadows death.

The barbarians are as bloody as the orcs, and they don't run away when faced with an enemy. They all picked up weapons that looked a little crude, as if they had been struck by a blacksmith that had just been removed from the fire. But there were very special runes on it, and as these guys ran and moved, the runes on them flashed again.

These barbarians are extremely fast, and their thick fleshy feet don't care whether the ground under their feet is hard or not, and they just run desperately. It's not as fast as the fastest horse in the world!

Seeing this, the dark elves drew their long swords at their sides, and with a bang, the rain bounced on the weapon, gushing out with this twitch.

The rain seems to blur the vision.

But it couldn't blur the heat of killing, and it steamed into a sheet of steam.

Weapon contact, these primitive weapons suddenly burst out of non-primitive attacks, the runes on them have magic-like effects, lightning, flames, freezing, these good attacks suddenly brought some trouble to these dark elves. They didn't expect such a change at first.

But the dark elves' reaction speed is extremely fast, and it is just a matter of moments to kill people without a head. The second blow was already on the way, and the barbarian slaughter did not have the beauty that the dark elves felt, and only a crisp sound was heard, and a handsome face was already a blur of flesh and blood, and then flew backwards like a baseball.

Although there were some hiccupes, the outcome of this skirmish was not difficult to deduce. The dark elves exchanged the deaths of twelve barbarians for the total annihilation of these barbarians, and the corpses scattered on the ground turned red under the rain and seeped into the underground grassland.

The collection of corpses?

Dark elves don't usually have such a habit, and in the Shadow Plane, death is the end of everything. There will be no memorial to you as a person, because your body will not be found.

So the dark elves gathered up their weapons and armor that could be reused, and then quickly returned to the group.

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"These guys are very capable of fighting, and almost all of them are lethal with one hit." And with the group of scouts who had not returned for a long time, the follow-up teams who came one after another all took a look of solemnity when they looked at the bodies that had not yet been eaten by the grassland beasts. These guys are hard to deal with!

Although I don't know why they are on the Pietarsari savannah, these guys who have come here have never had good intentions. Either they wanted to usurp their land, or they wanted to take them into slavery. This is why the various tribes that stay on it are constantly competing, and only the powerful tribes can guarantee that the land will not be swallowed by the invaders.

So even if they are defeated, these barbarians will not exterminate their kindred, but will let them leave in a respectful way. They are also allowed to reclaim the land that belongs to them at any time.

Therefore, these barbarian tribes seem to be scattered on this Pietarsari steppe, but they are orderly in chaos, and although the various tribes compete with each other, they can also rely on each other.

(I've seen an unreliable association announce that everyone talks about falling in love three times a year.) Therefore, I believe that the last three days of all of you here will be full of ups and downs, ups and downs! Let's welcome the continuous peach blossom luck! ）

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