C135

"The dire men are here …" Behind him, a huge catapult had tightened the noose, just like a giant catapult that was about to fire. Countless warriors wearing metal armor and holding long swords and iron shields stood on guard, and every twenty meters, a huge steel bed crossbow would open up like a giant peacock spreading its tail, waiting to be shot.

Apart from this, there were two men in linen robes standing beside every warrior on the wall. These men were carrying quivers and holding crossbows on their backs. They looked at the numerous barbarians in the distance with fear and trepidation.

Just standing on top of the heavily guarded wall was enough to scare people. Not to mention the tens of thousands of barbarians gathered below. These southern refugees were like exploding wasps as they frantically ran below. There were faint sounds of loud crying and shouting.

Dozens, hundreds of people were knocked into the air by the impact of the logs, rolling and falling in all directions, shrieking, howling and crying, and in the middle of the bloody path of the corpses, lucky ones kneeled on the bloodied hillside, reaching out their hands towards the top of the hill where the logs were still rolling down and begging for redemption, but the logs kept rolling down, slamming them out of the corner of their eyes and landing on the ground where heads were rolling in the air.

Many people were crushed by the huge logs, and their flesh and bones were fused together. Under the repeated crushing, they were embedded in the soil and dust, and some people even ran crazily down the mountain, but they lost their footing one after the other, rolling over and over until more people fell down the mountain, where they were stepped on by countless people.

They could not compete with the well-equipped warriors in the Southern Wilderness. Warriors's armor could block the hacking of fangs, and with a sharp sword in one hand, they could easily cut a person in half, and could not compete with the warriors' attendants. These men in linen robes all had red faces and were nourishing enough, and the crossbows in their hands could easily kill the enemies in front of them.

These people who were wearing beast skins, or who only had a piece of cloth to hide their faces, didn't care whether the people below were screaming, begging, or fleeing from the same race as them. People of the same tribe only gnashed their teeth and pushed those logs down the mountain, all for the sake of getting the supervision of the warriors.

If I ask who is the most suffering person in the world? They just wanted the Despair Fort to protect them. But they didn't expect the legendary barbarians to kill them before they could even swing their machetes.

The barbarians were the enemies of the barbarian tribe, and this belief had been passed down since hundreds of years ago. This was also the belief of the southeastern barbarians that the barbarians' evil, arrogance, vulgarity, ugliness, and other negative words had been circulating through their ancestors for generations. The clan warriors were born on the corpses of the barbarians, but they never thought that when the barbarians really arrived, the things they relied on the most would suddenly collapse.

Not everyone dared to resist. At the very least, there was a group of people at the outer perimeter who would battle in a neat formation when the Wasteland people came to the end of the line. They would push out one door after another, and take out the crossbows that they had stored up all this time to make their final preparations.

These people were all tribes that had not been dispersed yet. They were unlucky and came a step too late, so they could only come from the outermost region. The barbarians had come, so they had no chance of entering the Desolate Fortress.

However, when they saw hundreds of people being sent flying away by the huge scarlet logs, their determination to kill quickly deflated like a deflated balloon, and the barbarians started to slow down in the distance, leaning against each other even more tightly.

One side lined up a defensive formation that spanned several kilometers, while the other side, like a sharp blade, lined up a massive offensive formation. The two sides only collided in a matter of seconds, and just when the clan leader Yi Yi and countless warriors on the wall were anticipating the collision, they were surprised to see the tribe that was preparing to meet the enemy fall apart, creating many holes and putting down their weapons.

"I knew these bastards were unreliable …" As the Patriarch Yi said those words with disdain, the warriors around him were shocked and looked towards the crowd that had suffered heavy casualties under the pressure of the logs.

The tribe leader's declaration revealed his ignorance and coldness, causing the people below to feel a chill in their hearts. The barbarians did not start a massacre for no reason, but drove all the surrendered tribesmen to the side instead. They didn't even confiscate their weapons.

In the eyes of the clan leader, the tribesmen were just a bunch of useless ants. But on the side of the barbarians, these people were all soldiers, they were the source of labor, and they were also a supplement to their strength. Unknowingly, the clan leader had successfully subdued the power of tens of thousands of people.

They did not even get to draw blood from their swords or spears, but they had already made their first victory today. The tribes that had gathered here took up almost half of the population in the wealthy southern wilderness, so to digest them, the barbarians would need a lot of time, so they did not pay attention to the Despair Castle anymore.

At the same time, the North Dragon Canyon also welcomed the power of the barbarians. It was funny, the barbarians loved to group up, seeing that someone was coming their way, they also followed, and the Horde members who were running didn't even care if they provoked the barbarians or not.

When the alarm came from afar, the people below panicked. There were always people who did not see the coffin and did not shed tears, thinking that there was still enough time to think things through, so after the others either became slaves or ran to the back, they still stayed where they were. When the people came, they became confused.

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