All-Professional Master of Darkness

Under the cover of night, more than a hundred shadows lay quietly on the cold soil.

The cold temperature of the Arreat Plateau did not have much impact on these people. Although the soil was cold and even mixed with a little snow, no one moved, clinging to the surface like a rock, taking advantage of the higher terrain to look at the barbarian tribe in the distance.

The barbarian tribe fell into a deep sleep at this time. The Arreat Plateau is poor in products. Unlike the Demon Fortress and other places, Harrogath was completely destroyed in the disaster. The originally abundant food reserves became a cloud. Now they have to go out hunting every day to barely ensure the survival of a tribe.

Hardingson sneaked to the front alone, almost close to the simple fence of the barbarian tribe. For a long time, few forces have been planning to attack the barbarians, and the barbarians responsible for night patrol have become careless, especially at this time after four o'clock in the morning. The strong sleepiness swept over, making people lose their vigilance even more.

This night attack was a plan that Hardingson had prepared for a whole year. He had long wanted to annex this barbarian tribe and bring these powerful barbarians under his command. In order to prevent the night attack from failing, he spent a year planning. Just as the plan was perfected not long ago, he immediately received information that Ultado and a dozen of his men were expelled from the tribe. He couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Ultado has a good reputation on the Arreat Plateau. Not only is he brave and good at fighting, but his men are also outstanding, and he is a force that cannot be ignored. Now that the barbarians have taken the initiative to abandon Ultado, it has added a few more chances to the night attack plan. So Hardinson decisively moved up the plan and launched a night attack tonight, trying to take down the barbarian tribe in one fell swoop.

After lurking for a long time, Hardinson was very calm. The barbarian tribe was not on guard against someone attacking at night. When the night patrol barbarian holding a torch disappeared in the distant tent, he took the lead in launching a jumping attack, jumped high from the ground, and swung a huge axe and hit the simple fence heavily.

With a crash, the simple fence was completely unable to withstand Hardinson's violent power. With the sound of wood breaking, the originally silent night was torn apart, and more than a hundred elite professionals of New Harrogath who had been well prepared took action.

In an instant, a huge meteorite with flames lingering in it roared down from the sky, landing in various parts of the tribe and causing explosions. The raging sea of ​​fire ignited the tents, instantly illuminating the huge tribe like daylight.

Following the mages' actions, other professionals also took action. The druids either summoned various summoned creatures or drove fire magic to continue a new round of destruction on the fence; the paladins stepped on various offensive halos, rushed in behind the barbarians, quickly formed an arrowhead, and went straight into the heart of the tribe. The Amazons had already occupied the commanding heights and used their excellent archery skills to kill the barbarians who fled the tent in panic. The assassins started to speed up, roaming around quickly, waiting for an opportunity to ambush the barbarians who escaped from the tribe.

In such a chaotic battle, the necromancers are like fish in water. The pure summoning necromancers are not strong in summoning creatures, but they are more than enough to act as obstacles. The necromancers who specialize in bone magic summoned the ancient wall again and again, and built a high wall outside to prevent anyone from escaping by chance. The best performers are the necromancers who specialize in curses. One by one, curses with various negative effects were thrown into the tribe like money. The strength of any barbarian who was cursed suddenly decreased, and when they were rushed by the vanguard, the resistance they had just raised immediately disappeared, and they could only flee in panic.

"Qualkek!" Hardinson swung his axe and chopped down a barbarian who was fleeing in panic. He laughed loudly, ignoring the blood splattering all over him, and said, "I'll give you one last chance. Submit to me. Otherwise, die!"

Qualkek was organizing people to resist at this time. Suddenly hearing Hardinson's wild laughter, he was furious and rushed over with his two-handed sword.

Soon both of them found each other. Qualkek saw Hardinson chop down a tribesman with an axe, and roared fiercely: "Hardinson, I'm going to kill you!"

"Idiot." Hardinson was confident, his laughter became more and more arrogant, and he strode forward without showing any weakness.

With a clang, the axe and the sword collided heavily in the air, splashing more than a dozen sparks. The two were both barbarians and had the same pure blood. They completely abandoned the tactics and savagely collided with each other with their own strength.

Clang clang clang... a series of crisp sounds rang out on the battlefield. In just a few minutes, the two had fought dozens of times. No one was at a disadvantage. The battle was evenly matched.

Both of them started to fight for their lives. The battlefield became more and more bloody. But although Hardinson brought elites, there were not many of them after all. As time went on, Rasuk and leaders such as Grela and Will gathered the panicked tribesmen, immediately gained the upper hand, and quickly pressed the battlefield outside the tribe.

"Go to hell, go to hell!" Rasuk swung the giant axe, completely unlike the usual blacksmith who smiled all day long. He acted as an arrow like a prehistoric beast and led the barbarians to slaughter.

Yes, it was indeed a slaughter.

The barbarians are the kings of melee combat. Perhaps the previous advantage of sneak attacks caused chaos in the barbarian tribe, but when the barbarians gathered into an army, basically no one could resist such a fighting madman.

One by one, the professionals screamed and fell under the heavy weapons such as big swords and big axes. Lasuk had sharp eyes and saw that Quarkek and Lasuk were fighting fiercely. He immediately roared and jumped over to attack.

"Quarkak, I'll help you!"

"Ha ha ha ha... You're bullying the weak with your numbers, do you still have the pride of a barbarian?" Hardinson laughed strangely, and without thinking, he forced Qualkek back with an axe and ran away.

"If you dare, fight me in a duel!" Qualkek was completely mad because of the provocation. It was this guy who was running away in front of him who destroyed his prestige. He chased after him without thinking.

Rasuk saw Hardinson escape, and didn't take the squeeze that Hardinson left before leaving to heart. He laughed and arranged the task: "One-third of the people will follow me to chop off the head of the traitor Hardinson. The others will immediately treat the wounded and clean up the battlefield."

The arrangement was quickly passed to the other barbarians. More than 200 barbarians who were killing themselves had red eyes. Under the leadership of Grela and Will, who were also killing themselves, they took big steps and followed Rasuk. In the previous melee, at least more than 100 tribesmen were killed or injured. Such a loss is totally unbearable for the barbarians.

Soon the shouting and killing disappeared in the distance. The barbarian tribe has entered the stage of cleaning up the battlefield. The wounded were found from the pile of corpses by the tribe members and sent to the heart of the tribe for treatment. The bodies of the dead were sent to the outside of the tribe and piled up, waiting to be cremated after dawn. As for the bodies of the night raiders, they were not so lucky. They were stripped like naked pigs, and all the clothes and equipment became the trophies of the barbarians. Then the bodies were thrown outside the tribe, ready to be used as bait for hunting in the future.

War is cruel. Although the barbarians won this battle, they suffered heavy losses. Among them, casualties were a major issue, and another loss was that the tents and accumulated furs in the tribe were almost all burned by the meteorites released by the wizards at the beginning. In such severe cold weather, without tents and furs, keeping warm became a fatal problem.

Despite the heavy losses, no one cared. Things have already happened, and the first thing is to clean up the tribe and treat the injured tribesmen. At this moment, there was a sudden fire in the sky, and hundreds of huge meteorites quickly formed.

Seeing the meteorites in the sky, the barbarians who were cleaning up the battlefield turned pale instantly.

They had fallen into a trap.