Chapter 132: People come from the Holy Mountain, and the barbarians start fighting again!

It is said that the law cannot hold everyone responsible.

By dragging everyone into this, even if the people from the Holy Mountain pursue the matter later, the four major clans will be able to mediate and reduce the punishment.

A barbarian tribe with poor development, the average barbarian doesn't have much brains.

But the barbarians who can become the leaders of various tribes are all smart, and they are also the most powerful practitioners in the tribe.

If they did not have certain abilities and brains, how could these barbarians stand out from the crowd, become tribal leaders and hold great power in the barbarian tribe where the weak are strong and competition is fierce?

The decision to retreat was made, and the chiefs of many barbarian tribes looked at each other beside the dark green campfire, and they all saw the relief in each other's eyes.

The heavy atmosphere slowly eased.

The night was long, and the discussion around the dark green campfire lasted until dawn.

In the end, Chonghu, the most powerful leader of the Tiger Barbarian Tribe, stepped forward to finalize the retreat charter for the Barbarian Tribe.

As the sky gradually brightened, the barbarian chiefs returned to their tribes and notified their barbarians to pack up and prepare to retreat.

According to Chonghu's plan, the barbarians will be dealt with today and evacuated tomorrow.

Once you make a decision, act quickly.

Otherwise the Red Leaves on the opposite side would seize the opportunity, discover their retreat, and chase after them.

Thinking of the monsters of the Red Leaf Society and the ghost soldiers, the frightened barbarian tribes, no barbarian was willing to face those desperate ghosts again.

For the sake of their lives, the barbarians packed their bags quickly.

After most of the day's work, the camp had been cleaned up.

"Erlang, let's take a good rest for the rest of the day. Tomorrow morning, I will set off immediately and return to my hometown!"

The chiefs of each barbarian tribe encouraged the barbarians in their tribe.

Finally, they can leave this damn place and no longer have to face the terrifying masters of the Daxuan Dynasty. The ordinary barbarians cheered when they heard the retreat order from the tribe leader Qingkou.

In this large-scale war, except for catching the Red Leaf Society off guard and reaping some benefits in the early stage, they were defeated by the Red Leaf Society's ghosts all the way.

The losses were heavy. If the barbarians were not familiar with the mountains and forests, and their camp was far away from the two cities, the Red Leaf Society would not dare to go into the mountains and forests to pursue the barbarians. I'm afraid they would have been surrounded and wiped out by the Red Leaf Society long ago.

They were afraid of the Red Leaf Society, but also of the Holy Mountain.

The barbarian tribes have been under the brutal rule of the Holy Mountain for many years, and the fear of the Holy Mountain has long been engraved in their blood and bones.

Attacking the Red Leaf Society would result in death at most, but if you provoke the messenger of the Holy Mountain, then you would be living a life worse than death.

It is in this fear that the barbarian tribe has survived until now.

But at this point, the barbarian tribe can no longer hold on, and would rather accept the punishment of the Holy Mountain than have all their people here.

However, just as the cheers of ordinary barbarians of the barbarian tribe resounded throughout the camp, a column of black smoke suddenly appeared in the bright sky, followed by a strong smell of blood in the air.

Even though the barbarians in the camp were accustomed to seeing blood, the smell made them feel dizzy and dazed, as if they were in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Suddenly, the barbarian camp, which had been bustling just a moment ago, became quiet.

Each of the barbarians seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, and they all stood still in the same place.

The temperature of the surrounding air was not high, but the sweat on my forehead kept flowing down.

The barbarian chiefs of the four major tribes all changed their expressions.

They hurriedly walked out of the tents and looked at the red clouds rolling in from the sky. Their faces were as gloomy as water. The tiger barbarian's Chonghu even muttered to himself:

"It's over, everything is over!"

The red cloud covering the sky is an extremely iconic spell of the Wanshan League.

Seeing red clouds is like seeing a holy mountain.

The messenger from the Holy Mountain has arrived, and these barbarians who are preparing to retreat are probably doomed.

Chonghu didn't know why the messengers from the Holy Mountain came here, but he knew that they were about to be in big trouble.

Sure enough, just as Chonghu finished speaking, a charming woman in red clothes and a veil on her face appeared on the wall of the barbarian camp, wrapped in a blood cloud.

Beside her, flags fluttered in the wind.

The woman in red is made to look majestic and imposing.

The woman in red looked down at the barbarians standing there with a cold gaze. She opened her red lips slightly and uttered a cold voice:

"You were quite happy just now, why are you unhappy when you see me, the messenger from the Holy Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Chonghu, the chief of the Human tribe, felt a pang in his heart.

The red-robed Holy Mountain messenger had apparently learned of their decision to retreat from the commotion in the camp just now.

All the messengers coming down from the Holy Mountain are people who transcend the mundane world and have high levels of cultivation.

To the Holy Mountain Messenger, these simple arrangements in the barbarian camp were nothing but paper.

After these words were spoken, the messenger from the Holy Mountain was obviously preparing to bring punishment upon them.

Chonghu hurried out and was about to explain to the messenger from the Holy Mountain.

Talk about his relationship with the Holy Mountain, or beg for forgiveness.

However, before Chonghu could finish his words, the woman in red had already said something that made him feel cold from head to toe.

"I, Qiu Hongyi, am not a stingy person. Just think of it as you guys welcoming me. If that's the case, then continue dancing and playing music!"

As she spoke, Qiu Hongyi took out a small drum the size of a palm from somewhere.

The small drum is made of white bones, with runes flashing on the left side of the red leather, shining with fascinating power. It is obviously not an ordinary thing.

Waving her jade hand, Qiu Hongyi tapped gently.

Boom boom boom!

Although the drum is small, its sound is exceptionally loud.

"Oh no! It's the Blood Barbarian Evil Heart Drum! Quickly, everyone, put down the things in your hands and cover your ears! Don't let the sound of the drum confuse your mind, or something bad will happen!"

The Tiger Barbarian chieftain, Chonghu, was knowledgeable and experienced. When he saw Qiu Hongyi taking out the small red-faced drum, he recognized the origin of the drum and shouted loudly to alert the nearby barbarians.

The Blood Barbarian Evil Heart Drum is a famous barbarian magic weapon on the Holy Mountain.

The red-skinned small drum in Qiu Hongyi's hand is a group attack magic weapon refined with the essence of countless flesh, blood, corpses, and wronged souls. It has at least three magic weapon restrictions and can definitely be called the best among the lower-grade magic weapons.

With a Blood-Barbarian Evil Heart Drum of this level driven by Qiu Hongyi, who is extremely powerful and has already reached the spiritual realm, Chonghu could no longer imagine the power of this magical weapon.

At this moment, he didn't care about the laws of the Holy Mountain and could only try his best to protect his fellow tribesmen.

However, the number of ordinary barbarians that Chonghu could remind was limited, and even after hearing Chonghu's reminder, the ordinary barbarians had already heard the drumbeats of the Blood Barbarian Evil Heart Drum.

Qiu Hongyi just tapped the drum lightly, but the loud sound of the drum resounded throughout the entire barbarian camp.

As soon as the barbarians heard the drumbeats with a captivating force, they suddenly felt a bloodthirstiness in their hearts, coupled with the bloody smell they had just smelled.

For a moment, this group of barbarians seemed to be really in the battlefield of swords and blood. With red eyes, they did not distinguish between friend and foe, and indiscriminately waved their fists at the barbarians around them.

In an instant, to the sound of Qiu Hongyi's drums, nearly ten thousand barbarians in the entire barbarian camp began to kill each other fiercely.

She danced and moved her hands to the rhythm of her drums, and as Qiu Hongyi said, it seemed as if she was really dancing.

Fists and feet collided, blood was splattered, as if it were a banquet.

Looking at the crazy barbarians underground, Qiu Hongyi's face flushed abnormally and she became excited. She beat the small drum in her hand louder and louder, and the rhythm became more and more crazy.

Qiu Hongyi fully enjoyed the pleasure of controlling other people's life and death and making countless people crazy for her.

The drum music slowly reaches its climax.

It came to the end with a loud beat.

The drumbeats faded away, and the strange drumbeats that enveloped the entire camp slowly dissipated.

Throughout the camp, the barbarians who had been killing each other woke up from intense pain and looked at the miserable scene around them in disbelief.

Countless fellow tribesmen wailed in pain.

The former friends and comrades have now become broken corpses, lying miserably on the ground, and their blood has dyed a large area of ​​the land red.

The smell of blood that permeated the camp became stronger.

As strong as a tiger, he was protected by a fierce tiger spirit and could barely resist Hongye's strange drum sounds. There were also several corpses of barbarians around him.

They were all mad barbarians, and when they attacked him, they were killed by heavy tigers.

After experiencing Qiu Hongyi's drum attack, although Chonghu was not injured at this time, there was a trace of dejection on his face.

He has always claimed to be the most powerful barbarian warrior in the barbarian tribe, but after experiencing Qiu Hongyi's strength today, he found that his own strength was simply a joke.

So what if you are the strongest among the barbarians? In the eyes of the Holy Mountain Messenger, you are still an insignificant ant.

After the drum sounded, Chonghu lowered his head and dared not look directly at Qiu Hongyi again.

So what if Chonghu has connections in the Holy Mountain? In front of the powerful Qiu Hongyi, he is at most a dog.

After playing the drum, Qiu Hongyi floated down amid the barbarians' wailing and the smell of blood all over the ground. She came to the chiefs of many barbarian tribes and said in a cold tone:

"I came here to do only one thing, and that is to take down the two cities of the Red Leaf Society with you bunch of rubbish! Do you understand?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the barbarian chiefs responded in unison, flattering him with all their might.

"Understood, understood. If the envoy takes action, we will surely return with a great victory!"

"Follow the messenger's footsteps closely, and red leaves will be within easy reach."

Even Chonghu joined in flattering Qiu Hongyi and licking her stinky feet.

The show of force just now has established Qiu Hongyi's absolute prestige among the barbarian tribes.

Everyone's life is in her hands.

Even if they have countless dissatisfactions in their hearts, they dare not show even a little bit.

Qiu Hongyi's eyes swept across these barbarian chiefs who were smiling all over their faces, not caring at all about their true emotions.

Her master taught her that force is always the greatest power and the loudest voice.

"Master is right indeed!" Qiu Hongyi said in his heart.

At the same time, he ordered the barbarian chief to send his men to bring her the barbarians who had just died in the camp or who were seriously injured and could not be treated.

The barbarian tribe took the order and left.

Before long, a large mountain of corpses piled up in a corner of the barbarian camp.

Blood flowed like a river, and seriously injured barbarians were thrown on the pile of corpses, wailing in pain.

After a quick count, there were at least two to three thousand barbarians on this hill.

In other words, with just one drum sound from Qiu Hongyi, 30% of the barbarians in the barbarian camp were wiped out, which shows how massive the killing was.

Qiu Hongyi, surrounded by the chiefs of the barbarian tribe, came to the foot of the pile of corpses, and there were countless ordinary barbarians watching nearby.

It seems like he wants to show his skills to the barbarians.

Suddenly, Qiu Hongyi's heart moved, and a blood-red cloud floated up behind him, covering the mountain of barbarian corpses.

Amidst waves of strange, creepy friction sounds.

The corpses of the barbarians on the pile of corpses slowly stood up, walked down the pile with blood dripping from their bodies, and turned into blood-red puppets, standing behind Qiu Hongyi.

When the mountain of corpses disappeared, a neatly-formed blood-red army of about three thousand men appeared behind Qiu Hongyi.

The alarming evil spirit spread, causing the surrounding barbarians to take several steps back.

Looking at these bloody armies, they felt like they were facing the red leaves and ghosts again.

I shuddered and felt cold all over.

"Everyone, how strong is my blood corpse army?"

Qiu Hongyi once again demonstrated her strength.

The barbarians who feared her, in the midst of endless fear, developed a little admiration for her.

Those who were trained by her were all willing to kneel down and lick Qiu Hongyi.

After a simple operation, she won the hearts of the barbarians.

The Wanshan League has been training barbarian tribes for a long time and has rich skills and experience in raising dogs.

After breaking camp, Qiu Hongyi led the barbarian tribe to attack the Chuanhe City of the Hongye Society.

Qiu Hongyi also asked the barbarians to hunt nearby wild beasts and use the blood of the beasts to nourish her army of blood corpses. With her refining, she continuously enhanced the power of the blood corpse army.

After a few days, Qiu Hongyi's army of blood corpses had become extremely ferocious.

Ordinary barbarians would feel terrified just by being next to the army of blood zombies.

Bang!

A ghost soldier hid behind the trees, spying on the aggressive barbarian army.

Suddenly, I heard a drumbeat.

Then his body shattered, his soul flew away, and disappeared into the world.

At the place where the ghost soldiers died, Qiu Hongyi took the Bloody Evil Heart Drum and took Chonghu and others to check the place.

"Your Excellency, these are ghost soldiers carefully refined by the Red Leaf Society. They have the ability to detect and spy. They can also form a large formation when gathered in groups to attack the enemy together. We have attacked many times before, but these little things have ruined our plans!"

Chonghu turned into a bootlicker and explained to Qiu Hongyi their past experiences attentively.

"Humph! I am not like you and these rubbish!"

Qiu Hongyi glanced at Chonghu with disdain and said in a cold voice.

"Since we have already encountered the Red Leaf Society's ghost soldier outpost, it seems that we are not far from the Red Leaf Society. You should inform your tribesmen as soon as possible and carefully prepare for the battle with the Red Leaf Society!"

Qiu Hongyi left a sentence, waved her red robe, and left.

"Yes!" Chonghu and others all obeyed the order.

The ghost soldier died. On the other side, Luo Xueqing, who controlled the ghost soldiers, immediately received the news.

After sending out some more ghost soldiers to investigate, Luo Xueqing confirmed that the barbarian army was heading towards Chuanhe City.

It seems that he has something to rely on and is ready to launch a war.

She quickly notified Yu Donglei and arranged to withdraw the members of the Red Leaf Society outside the two cities back to the city and clear the countryside.

Prepare war supplies, get ready to defend Chuanhe City and show the barbarian army some of our power.

At the same time, Luo Xueqing made sure everything was safe.

He also went to the mansion where Lu Feng was in seclusion and informed Lu Feng.

(End of this chapter)