Chapter 155 (1/2)

After three minutes, the battle ended.

Lin Xun suffered a few more wounds. The one on his shoulder was the most serious. However, since Lin had finished nearly half a year’s training in the Bloodthirsty Camp, such injuries were nothing to him.

His clothes were stained with blood, most of which was enemies’. The bloodstains on his clothes and his cold handsome face gave him a kind of formidable momentum.

The blood was dripping down the blade, and dead bodies of the enemies were scattered everywhere in blood.

However, Lin Xun’s hatred and anger hadn’t cooled therefore.

They ate people!

They were no different from beasts!

When he saw the cruelties of these barbarians to the imperial soldiers, Lin Xun had treated the barbarians as beasts.

Suddenly, a great cheer broke the silence.

Everyone’s face was full of excitement, gratitude or some other feelings.

They knew that they were finally saved after a nightmare!

Seeing this scene, Lin Xun was not happy at all.

How large the Demon-cloud Ridge was and how many years had the battle between the empire and the Voodoo-barbarian Tribe lasted? How many similar things had happened in these years? How could it be an event with low probability?

Even, at this moment, the similar thing might be happening in every other place where the barbarians existed!

Lin Xun also knew that this was war, which was destined to be cruel. What he needed to do was to adapt to the environment and fight against the enemies.

…

A moment later, under Lin Xun’s arrangement, more than twenty trapped imperial soldiers helped each other and left the camp.

But Lin remained here.

This temporary camp, which was built by the voodoo-barbarians, contained a lot of minerals and spiritual materials, as well as some bows, swords and other weapons.

Lin Xun began to wipe out the camp. First, he cut off the “Totem Barbarian Tattoos” from the 23 barbarians he killed. Then he began to pick out the weapons that could be used, as well as the spiritual fruits and medicines that could supply spiritual power.

At last, Lin Xun hung the bodies of barbarians up on sharp wooden stakes like scarecrows exposed to the wind.

It was cruel, but it was a silent deterrent and warning.

What was it?

When Lin Xun hung the body of the last ninth-level barbarian slave up on a sharp stake, a bead suddenly fell out of the body’s mouth.

The bead was pigeon-egg-sized, glittering and translucent, with a touch of magical blue. Inside the bead, a kind of tremendous energy rolled like tides, sending out mysterious momentum.

Lin Xun picked it up and put it in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a kind of cold energy was penetrating into his body. He couldn’t help shivering for a moment. Even the internal power of his body seemed to be frozen and there was a hint of stagnation.

What a fantastic bead!

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes. This bead should be a treasure, but what was the use of it? Lin Xun could not find it out for a while.

Looking at the corpse of that ninth-level barbarian slave, Lin vaguely remembered that he seemed a leader of the camp.

The treasure owned by such barbarians should not be ordinary.

Lin Xun put this mysterious blue bead into the storage ring after thinking, intending to study it carefully in the future.

All this was done, Lin Xun packed the trophies up, and left the camp quietly.

…

Less than a quarter of an hour after Lin Xun’s departure, the seven ninth-level barbarian slaves who had left the camp returned, and they were accompanied by an old barbarian dressed in outlandish clothes.

The old barbarian was swarthy and thin as a rake, holding a bone cane made of the tusk of a fierce beast. If someone who knew voodoo-barbarians well saw the old barbarian, he would recognize that the old guy was wearing the unique costume of “Totem Flamen”, which represented a transcendent status and unusual identity.

When they returned to the camp and saw the corpses hung up on the stakes, they were instantly filled with anger and burst out curses.

“Quill Flamen, they all dead… It should be done by the overmatches of mankind,” a barbarian explored the camp and said with a furious expression.

“Good-for-nothings!” the old barbarian called Quill Flamen, scolded the other barbarians, “What are you waiting for? Go and find the Braton!”

Braton?

Those barbarians were in a daze, and then their expressions altered drastically after they realized something. They acted together and soon found a corpse, the middle-aged leader of the camp.

“No! Amrita Saint Pearl of our branch disappeared!” a barbarian cried out after he pried the mouth of Braton open and examined it carefully.

Quill Flamen was shocked, and his eyes burst with terrifying blue luster. He strode toward the corpse, inserting the bone cane into the heart of the corpse.

Puff!

Circles of blue light went along the bone cane into the corpse, and it seemed to explore something.

After a long time, Quill Flamen took back his cane, with his forehead covered with sweat and his face a little pale.