Chapter 236: The corner of the beautiful witch’s skirt, if you want to blame, your woman will be more delicious (10k)

Author: Scarlet Echo

Chapter 236: The corner of the beautiful witch’s skirt, if you want to blame, your woman will be more delicious (10k)

"What a pity, these guys didn't even think of delaying a little bit, which was completely different from the usual savages who were at ease with the situation."

Kyle snorted lightly. In his memory, the barbarians were all a group of messing around in all senses, and the word "masse" was specifically for them.

Before the Bone-Eating Maharaja emerged and turned the entire tribe into an organic whole, and truly began to evolve from nomadic to civilization, the looseness of the tribe could be said to be so bad that it was suffocating.

There is no leader, no writing, and no concentrated force to break through the stubborn stones. Although they can also gain a certain advantage in some areas with the number of children like locusts, they have to rely on how strong they are...

The barbarians themselves don't believe it.

What made Kyle curious was why the tribe changed so much in its position against the Principality of Ingillans or the Iber Federation.

Although there are a lot of barbarians in the tribe, it is very realistic for them to deal with things.

The reason why the totems can still survive in the tribe after losing the mainstream belief highland on the mainland is not because of the simple power, but because these totems really dare to lend their power to the barbarians!

The system that dominates the madness and the protection given by the totem cannot make the barbarians a NO1-level profession that transcends other professions, but at least it ensures that they are very capable in the middle and low ranks.

Fighting with the beasts on the northern wastelands has sharpened their fists and feet. The protection from the totem has made the barbarians' strong system and power attributes more extreme. As soon as they enter the brain, they become crazy.

But they are just crazy, not stupid.

People are willing to become madmen because the barbarians can see clearly. For various countries, the core role of their barbarians is to act as self-destruction trucks.

In other words, before oneself exploded, the barbarians themselves were of value to use.

Similarly, the barbarians believe in totems because the totem can bring them higher-dimensional protection, and even a disagreement can provide strong power to the barbarians.

These savages have nothing, and those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, so in this regard, they really don't mind being used at all.

What they are even more afraid of is that they have no value for their use.

Can normal people not be afraid of those savages who instantly transform into "horse hunters" with just a disagreement?

Obviously it is impossible.

There are too many thunders among the barbarians, just like you expect to find the pure little white flower in the entertainment industry, but in the end you find that the little white flower was not found, but instead you like to have a collapsed idol number +1.

Although not every barbarian is so crazy, this is the impression the barbarian group gives the public.

But now these smelly fish and rotten shrimps are really in a trend of joining together?

“How many savages can there be in the Lancaster Everglades?”

Kyle asked.

Ester gave an answer without thinking for a second: "Twenty-four,320 people... Now there are twenty-four,301 people."

Kyle sat on the hill in the distance, his face seemed calm.

After taking out a pile of useful information from the mind of the violent barbarian, he decisively asked his Rangers to send him onto the road.

At that time, the answer given by the violent barbarians was more than 9,000 people, but now the opponent's troops have reached more than 20,000 people.

Among them, there may be reasons for the violent barbarians' poor mathematics, and the tribe is still continuing to inject blood into this invading barbarian joint legion.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to complete the statistics, but with Wandong City intelligence support and Ester's collaborative calculation, it takes no second to get a specific conclusion.

"How many Rangers and Elves Rangers are now drawn?"

"Excluding the number of Rangers that still need assistants everywhere, we can squeeze out the number of Rangers at 1,233 and the number of Elves Rangers at 893."

"Are you counting the number of border rangers stationed in the Lancaster Everglades?"

"It was calculated together."

"A small problem, it's almost the same as one Ranger or Elf Ranger kills 11 people."

If this is placed in modern warfare, someone will immediately jump out and retort:

"This battle cannot be fought. The number of enemies is more than eleven times that of us, and the advantage is not me!"

But now, when Kyle looked at the group of barbarians, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"Aren't you worried about problems with your private armed forces?"

A crisp sound rang out, and Kyle looked up and looked at him.

The beautiful witch sat on a staff on one side, her expression looking leisurely, just like a witch lady riding a magic broom to prepare for a spring outing.

"Sister Franca, my skirt is leaking..."

Kyle looked at the beautiful witch helplessly. The guy said casually with a teasing expression on his face:

"It was intentional. After all, sooner or later, I will grab Ji's big tail and pull it away carefully. Just treat it as giving you a small benefit in advance!"

As she said that, she paused for a moment, chatting slightly about the corner of her skirt, revealing the absolute realm that ordinary people cannot see under the black magic skirt, gently stretching out her small tongue and scraping her teeth and red lips, as if she was savoring something.

Kyle looked at her in anger and said:

"Sister Franca, it's time for the war. Are you going to shake the morale of the army?"

Although sometimes Kyle is also greedy, such as Elanna's tight and qualitative black stockings, such as Hasaka's overreacting ears and tiger teeth...

Well, the ripe taste of the beautiful witch is more capable of reaching his point.

But at least for now, he has more important things to do.

"It's not that I want to interfere with you..."

The beautiful witch snorted, looking at the rangers and elf rangers in the distance who had already made relevant preparations, the corners of her mouth raised, and she showed a leisurely smile.

She originally flew over early, just to get it together when the support staff arrived to see if there was any way to give Kyle some help.

However, unexpectedly, he saw a group of Lancaster armed forces ready to go and rushed into the sky.

Although at first glance you will feel that the equipment on this group of people is really not ideal, just look at it a little more and you will find that this armed force affiliated with Lancaster is so amazing.

"The average challenge level should be almost at the ninth level of the original intention level (LV9) right? You can bear such a legion before!"

"It's still far from it. Now they have to snatch the army of the tribe, which is indeed too difficult for them."

Kelmer quietly applied a layer of crystal oil to the joints of the [Third of Deep Space] behind him. The lubricant specially prepared by Wandong City was colorless and smellless, and penetrated into the joints of the [Third of Deep Space].

The beautiful witch snorted, controlling her staff slowly falling from the sky, stopping in front of Kyle.

"I feel like we may have to support loneliness this time. With your strength under your command, you can really chew a piece of big meat on the tribe."

"I don't want to chew a piece of meat on them, and I don't need them to pick cotton for me, I just want them to die."

Kyle's words were full of strong aggression, and he obviously had strong dissatisfaction with these forces that entered his territory without reason and had a firm attitude towards counterattack.

Franda's eyes looked at the metal fighter mecha behind Kyle, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

As the Goblin Empire has been destroyed for so long, many things have been completely buried with the advancement of the historical wave.

Things like humanoid mechas can only be seen through pictures recorded in books left over from the Goblin Empire.

In fact, Kyle can now feel Flanka's slightly anxious mentality.

In Flanka's eyes, Kyle was really too calm.

After all, in the traditional culture of the Principality of Ingillans, letting one's knights fight against other followers on the front line and hiding behind is very inconsistent with the requirements of aristocratic etiquette.

"Did you really not plan to go to the front row combat area to take a look?"

Franca looked at Kyle and said seriously.

Kyle nodded and said, "It is indeed time to go to the front row to take a look, but it is not now."

Seeing that Kyle really didn't want to step forward now, Franka felt that she was so anxious that she was about to pull him up and rode her staff to the near-the-scene battlefield.

After all, the barbarians in the Lancaster Everglades are ready to move and may impact areas outside the swamp at any time.

If he lets Kyle hide behind and does not go to the front line to fight, he will definitely feel that Kyle's position is a little problem after waiting for the supporters to come.

As a lord, the actions taken are too different from what the normal lord of the Iber Federation should do.

"The lord who cannot respond to his followers who die is not a good lord!"

The beautiful witch didn't even think about it. After the reinforcements arrived, such a voice would definitely appear inside the reinforcements.

It’s not that someone tries to control public opinion, but for other reinforcements, Kyle’s behavior can easily lead to his reputation collapse among the followers.

Franca was interested in organizing Kyle to do this, but after seeing Kyle's expression, she suddenly felt that Kyle's idea was serious, even after careful consideration.

Not enough to feel that she was still influenced by Kyle's calm temperament, and unconsciously she was not so anxious.

It was like in the Lion Heart Castle's own room. In the middle of the night, I felt the dragon blood boiling in my body, thinking...

Later, when I whispered Kyle's name, I unconsciously recalled Kyle's face in my mind. As I thought about it, I became obsessed. When I came to my senses, I entered the sage time.

"Kyle, you really have the style of a lord leader!"

Kyle explained:

"The main reason is that I can play a supporting role in development whether I am on the scene or not, but if I go to the scene, it is very likely that some of the masterminds who would have stood up to participate in the war will not appear."

"Totem..."
To be continued...