Chapter 592 Pressure III

Roar!

Ten thousand beasts surrendered, and the roaring dragon chant enveloped the audience, and Dean's figure appeared in midair following the dragon chant.

A huge blood-colored wave appeared behind Dean, dyeing the sky red, and a pair of golden vertical pupils were clearly visible behind the huge blood-colored wave, with a brilliant divine light.

With the appearance of this pair of golden vertical pupils, the beast souls present couldn't help but tremble.

Most of the slightly weak beast souls collapsed.

Even the most powerful ones were still on the spot.

And the beast souls of Hada, Lido, and Fick, the three tribal leaders locked by Dean's breath, became distorted in an instant, making the original beast souls of wild boar, ferret, and monarch butterfly become strange, hideous, and completely It is impossible to distinguish the original appearance.

Even the distorted faces of these three tribal leaders——

"who?!"

The other two leaders did the same.

However, Dean gave them the answer: a punch.

Frost-covered fists struck down from high altitude, with their unimaginable strength and the ultimate frost power.

Under such fists, the three tribal leaders had no defense at all.

First, the bones of the whole body squeezed by the huge force shattered.

Then, it was completely frozen.

And after finishing all this, Dean didn't stop his fist, he continued to smash down hard——

boom!

The huge force even caused the surrounding ground to tremble, but. The trembling didn't last long. Started to be covered in frost.

After a few breaths. Within a radius of 300 feet of Dean, it was covered by thick frost.

And within this frost-covered area, barbarians from the opposing camp turned into ice sculptures.

Without the slightest ability to resist.

Just like their patriarch.

In fact, for Dean, who had reached the limit of his frost power at this moment, opponents below the gold level had no ability to resist at all.

Unless you have special items as protection.

And within the gold level, unless the road is special. Or except for the gold powerhouses who have reached the level of 'domain', if the remaining gold fights resolutely with Dean, if Dean cooperates, those gold powerhouses are no different from the barbarians who have been frozen into ice sculptures in front of them.

For Dean, they are all enemies that can be dealt with easily.

boom!

Dean held an ice sculpture in his hand, threw it heavily, and landed on the ground in the distance. Frost instantly covered the surrounding ground again.

Of course, it also includes the barbarians standing on it.

After raising the phone to a limit, Dean is very concerned about such an indirect attack method. Has mastered the proficiency.

So, for the next few minutes. The weather, which was supposed to be cool, suddenly returned to the cold winter.

Buqie stared at Bingshuang and the ice sculptures that were supposed to be enemies in a daze, completely speechless.

Everyone around, including Takoli, the female barbarian who has always been wary of Dean, was dumbfounded.

They have never thought about, or seen such an ability.

If the vertical pupil in the phantom of the sea of ​​blood behind Dean surprised them, then Frost at this time was a complete fear for them.

"The blood of Frost?".

Among the barbarians present, only Elder Dan was able to maintain peace.

With rich experience and a long enough age, he knows some things that ordinary people can't know.

"Here... such a bloodline is invincible..."

Elder Dan whispered to himself.

"What?"

Bu Qie on the side asked in a daze.

Elder Dan didn't speak, just pointed to Dean on the field.

At this time, Dean didn't intend to stop at all. He kept plundering the lives of these hostile barbarians, not only for the xp value, but also for the victory of this war.

Barbarian warriors do not surrender.

To die in battle is their choice.

Therefore, Dean didn't keep his hand, and he didn't think about recruiting these barbarian fighters.

Because this is simply impossible.

For barbarian fighters, there is no such thing as surrender.

You can break a barbarian tribe, but you can't capture any barbarian warriors.

Only those women and children who are not fighters can be captured.

However, those people will never appear on the battlefield!

The mutual cooperation is equivalent to the frost power of 265% of Dean's own attack power. With Dean's continuous throwing, it has covered about one-third of the entire battlefield.

And when Dean was about to continue, suddenly he felt a very familiar force enveloped the audience.

The power of frost!

Dean looked up subconsciously.

I saw that a layer of white-blue mist suddenly appeared above the head, and the temperature dropped sharply.

If it was said that the frost made by Dean turned it into a cold winter, then with the appearance of this white-blue mist, it is from the cold winter to the extreme winter night.

It was the coldest day of the year.

call!

This layer of fog hovered above his head, as if he felt Dean's hostility towards the barbarians of the opposing camp. After a roll, he swooped down from the sky.

In an instant, the barbarians of the opposing camp became an ice sculpture.

Looking at this scene, Dean was not at all happy - because the barbarian who turned into an ice sculpture under the fog did not provide him with xp value.

The unhappiness in Dean's heart was undoubtedly sensed by the frosty mist.

After conveying a puzzled thought to Dean, the frost mist dissipated.

Just like when it first appeared.

Moreover, it took away two-thirds of Dean's battle, about 30,000 xp.

This is calculated by Dean based on his current living value of 15000xp, although it is impossible to be 100% accurate. But the error will never exceed 5%.

Each common barbarian fighter brings Dean 10-20xp.

Elite barbarian fighters. They all start at 40xp.

And those three leaders. Each contributes 500xp to Dean.

Just now, Dean slaughtered almost a thousand enemy barbarian fighters. Although ordinary barbarian fighters accounted for the vast majority, the xp value is still considerable after adding up.

Of course, this is also the advantage that Dean has always suppressed levels.

Dean knew very well that as long as he let go of the level slightly, not too much, just raise it by one or two levels. Don't talk about getting 15000xp at this time, I'm afraid even 1500xp is enough.

However, this does not mean that the lost 30000xp value is not distressed.

You know, even though his total xp value has reached 20320 now, it doesn't mean that Dean will be disgusted by more xp values.

In fact, Dean never felt that too much xp was an unacceptable thing.

"Victory! Victory!"

While Dean was still thinking about the frosty mist, the barbarians around Chekdo shouted.

While shouting, they swarmed over, lifted Dean up, and threw him high. Catch it and throw it up again.

It's a simple, direct way to express your excitement...

It is completely in line with the straightforward character of the barbarians.

certainly. This is the first celebration.

The real celebration will only be held after cleaning the battlefield - this cleaning of the battlefield naturally includes the collection of defeated tribes.

It is different from being brave and fearless on the battlefield.

After the defeat of the war, the barbarians seemed very obedient to the incorporation of the tribe.

This is what the ancestors meant!

According to the words of the elders of various tribes, this is roughly what it means.

From ordinary people's understanding, it can be interpreted as trying hard but failing, so the fire should be preserved for the blood.

However, no matter what, as the victor, Chektor was naturally elated, and the greatest hero, Dean, was honored as the guest of honour.

This time it wasn't just Boucher alone, but the entire Chictaw tribe.

Countless cheers erupted as Dean walked back to the tribe.

The side of the barbarians worshiping the strong is most vividly reflected at this time-although, most of the time, it is only for the strong of their own tribe.

Ignoring the other barbarians who were getting more and more busy because of the end of the war, Buqie walked towards Dean with a big smile——

"Thank you for your shot, my brother!"

Boucher, still the same as he was in battle, gave Dean a hug.

"You said, we are brothers!"

Dean hugged each other without hesitation.

And this made Buqie even more happy, and he dragged Dean to the felt tent beside him, and took out the large jar of wine sealed in the tent.

"Drink together!"

Speaking of which, Buqie gave half of the wine to Dean.

The barbarian is willing to drink with you, which proves that you have friendship.

And when the barbarian is willing to share half of the wine with you, it means that your friendship is strong enough to stand the test.

"OK!"

Dean picked up the wine jar with a smile on his face, but he was a little sorry in his heart.

He knew very well that Buqie was honest and thoughtless, but he had other thoughts.

That's definitely not what a friend should do.

However, he couldn't explain clearly.

After saying sorry again from the bottom of his heart, Dean drank half of the jar of wine in one gulp, and seeing a Buqie like Dean, he became more and more happy. He also imitated Dean's appearance and drank half of the jar of wine in one gulp. do.

"Ha! The trouble here is finally resolved. After drinking, let's go back to Buqie. Just leave the matter here to Elder Dan!"

After a long breath of alcohol, Buqie said very simply.

Apparently, Buche, just as he showed, has no lingering attachment to the position of chief of the Chekedore clan.

However, sometimes, personal ideas are difficult to implement.

When Elder Dan appeared in the tent and called Bu Qie out to talk alone, Dean could imagine what the best result would be.

In fact, it was just as Dean expected.

"My brother, I may not be able to return to Buqie for a while..."

Shrugging his face, Buqie said with a sad face.

"Buqie, this is your original promise, men should keep their promises!"

Elder Dan came in and said sharply.

"Of course a man should keep his promise—you said you asked me to agree to a condition and help me, but you didn't say that this condition is to inherit Chekedore!"

Buqie wept with a mournful face.

"Are you trying to break a man's agreement?"

Elder Dan asked with a stern face.

"Of course not! I, I... just be the patriarch!"

Bu Qiong yelled, but the next moment he became listless again, but he didn't regret it.

"Your Excellency Zelgon, we are truly grateful for the help you and your ancestors have given you..."

Elder Dan glanced at Buqie, who had accepted his fate, and couldn't help laughing. His eyes turned to Dean.

"Guardian of the ancestors?"

Dean was taken aback, subconsciously thinking of the frosty mist, and then asked impatiently.

Dean was really curious about the fog that suddenly appeared and disappeared.

The first update of ps~(to be continued...)

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