Now even barbarians can believe in cults? Are the scope of evil gods really that broad?
Linde rubbed his eyes, still feeling somewhat incredulous; he had seen quite a few strange things today.
The goblins who know how to use and collect crystal remains, the colossal trolls that are 5 meters tall, and the barbarian priests who have converted to a cult.
This place is absolutely amazing.
And this barbarian stronghold, built like a castle, is really well-constructed.
Moreover, the sheer number of barbarians living there shocked Lind immensely.
According to Lind's rough estimate, there are a terrifying number of over 400 goblins in this stronghold alone.
If this number were to swarm in, it would be enough to completely overrun all the villages under a baron's control.
But Linde was no ordinary baron.
He didn't take the 400 goblins seriously; what really gave him a headache were the nearly 100 trolls.
This is without even considering the number of juvenile trolls.
"The number of these trolls is truly enormous. If they all rush out at once, even if several viscounts were to surround and suppress them, it would still take a lot of effort."
It's not that these barbarians aren't hated, but even if you killed them all, it wouldn't be of any use, since this stuff doesn't produce anything.
The junk collected by ordinary barbarians was beneath the notice of even the poorest baron.
But these barbarians were different. Now that they were close enough, Linde sensed a powerful, active light emanating from the ruins.
The intensity of this light surpasses that of any creature Lind has encountered so far.
Of course, this refers to the intensity of the light, not its size.
In terms of size, this thing isn't even as big as a troll.
However, in terms of color, it is absolutely the most beautiful active color that Linde has ever seen.
It was a color... how should I put it? A color that was a mixture of countless colors, shimmering with iridescent light.
This was the first time Linde had ever seen such a vibrant color of light.
What kind of creature would have this color?
Warcraft? Mythical creatures? Dragons? Or perhaps intelligent life left over from ancient times?
Whatever it was, it successfully piqued Lind's interest.
"It seems we have no choice but to eat this barbarian village..."
Looking at the barbarian village in front of him, Lin De had some thoughts.
Although the barbarians are numerous, they are foolish, and I can easily use the convenience of the activated aura to divide and destroy them.
"The first step is to find a suitable ambush location..."
A plan gradually took shape in Lind's mind.
"Pass down the order: back to the previous iron mine."
"I have an idea."
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Half a day later, the trolls and goblins who had gone out to find food returned to the stronghold one after another.
Some returned with enormous prey, while others went home empty-handed.
However, the barbarian camp was a bit too noisy today.
"Chief...Chief, some of our men have been killed." (Troll language)
A troll rushed up to Hahn and reported the situation.
It was discovered that goblins had dragged back several goblin corpses from a short distance away. Judging from the wounds, they had been dead for no more than half a day.
"What happened? Was it done by monsters?" (Trollish language)
The trolls under his command trembled and dared not speak.
Hahn carefully examined the goblins' wounds; they weren't bite marks.
The powerful magical beasts in the vicinity each have their own territories and usually do not invade each other's territory. They should not appear in such a close place as the village.
But soon, trolls dragged back several stakes with troll heads strung on them.
These stakes were brought by Linde specifically from the iron mine.
The purpose was to let these barbarians know that a powerful creature had come to their territory and was provoking them.
"roar!!!"
Hahn was inexplicably enraged, not only because his people had been killed, but more importantly because their rule had been challenged.
But as night fell, it had to retreat. Its keen instincts for danger told it that going out at night to seek out a powerful enemy was not a wise choice.
Hahn summoned his men and roared:
"Drive the goblins out and let them stay in the woods at night."
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A night that was destined to be anything but peaceful has passed; the goblins, who were driven into the forest last night, had endured a terrible night.
The wails of their companions and the terrifying creature that appeared out of nowhere were destined to instill fear in them for a long time.
Hahn also got the information he wanted; in one night, nearly 70 goblins died.
This gave Hahn a better understanding of the uninvited guest's strength.
Not very strong!
I'm better than it!
It was already daytime, and it would surely be tired from hunting at night—this was a hunting instinct Hahn had developed over many years.
"Gather all mobile troll warriors! We must..."
Smash it all!
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Linde, who had been working hard at the iron mine all night, finally had a chance to catch his breath.
He worked all night, using the deconstruction halo to transform the entire iron mine's terrain into a tiger's mouth-like landscape facing the barbarians.
This was because the terrain itself was utilized, which made the completion relatively quick.
Looking at the seven or eight-meter-high stone wall in front of them, it would be more than enough to deal with these trolls.
The only thing to be careful of is that enormous troll leader.
Given its height, it wouldn't be a big problem for it to climb up if no one restrained it.
This brings us to another part of the Linde Project.
Last night, Lind sent a group of soldiers to hunt down the goblins who were raiding the jungle, greatly reducing their numbers and also putting some pressure on the barbarians and sending them misinformation.
Now, these soldiers have successfully returned here and will get the rest they deserve.
The remaining soldiers prepared for any possible battle that might follow.
Linde looked at Astaire beside him and said:
"It's time, Astaire, to begin your performance."
"Yes, sir, I will not let you down."
With that, Astaire picked up the giant axe he had previously seized from the trolls and headed into the depths of the forest.
Linde assigned Astaire the task of playing the role of the uninvited guest who caused the barbarians heavy losses.
Then, using Aster as bait, they lured the barbarians into their own terrain trap.
Linde had prepared some small pieces of crystal fragments in the trap beforehand.
After all, Linde didn't want to blow the land up completely; he still wanted the iron ore.
There are only a few crystal remains, which I can still deal with by deconstructing the aura.
For something like a nuclear explosion, the sheer surge of magic power would be overwhelming, let alone getting close enough to use the Deconstruction Aura to break it down.
After this small-scale crystalline explosion, Linde also prepared a well-trained elite human force, enough to keep them alive.
As time passed, a deafening roar echoed through the forest, indicating that Aster had engaged in direct combat with his opponent.
The trees ahead fell inch by inch, and the two combatants drew ever closer. The soldiers under his command gripped their weapons tightly, ready for battle.
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