That Bird Language Shout

Rein only glanced at it, but that tall figure was imprinted in his mind and could not be forgotten.

He was certain that the chimpanzee-like guy could smash him into a pulp with one blow!

"Could it be Habu, the first warrior of the Kolman Tribe?"

Rein remembered Wudo saying that the taller the warriors of their Kolman Tribe, the stronger they were in combat. Their first warrior, "Habu," was a full five meters tall, a perfect match for the barbarian riding a mammoth before him!

According to Wudo's description, this guy should definitely be a "legendary" level fighter among humans.

No wonder Bazel looked like he was facing a formidable enemy as soon as he sensed that guy's presence.

Rein was also surprised. If a thousand people had come just to deal with a few small fry, how many had actually gone from Mechanical City? Moreover, a legendary warrior had also arrived.

Without a doubt, the situation in the Mechanical City must be terrible.

He also cursed under his breath, thinking, "Those Plague God of the Winst Family, what kind of trouble have they gotten themselves into that has caused all the barbarians in their Ashen Forest stronghold to come out in droves?"

But such a large encirclement must involve millions of people, right?

Obviously, there aren't that many barbarians.

"Is there a problem with the rain?"

Rein suddenly remembered what Bazel had said earlier, feeling the cold raindrops slapping his face.

They were cornered not because the encirclement was large, but because they had been precisely located long ago. The fact that the barbarian's top warrior was specifically sent to intercept them clearly indicates that they had sensed Bazel's presence beforehand.

"Rainwater Location Perception —how can anyone avoid that? The barbarian priest's methods are truly amazing!"

In that instant, a flash of inspiration struck Rein.

But the perilous reality brought him back to reality.

Awoo awoo awoo

The Barbarian Knight roared excitedly when they saw Rein and his three motorcycles, then slapped their monster mounts on the belly and charged over like waves.

Do you know what that feels like?

The earth trembled violently as thousands of hooves galloped with tremendous force.

Rein, all alone on his three-man cavalry, trembled with helplessness.

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When they encountered pursuers, Rein's eyes widened in surprise, but his body showed no sign of displeasure.

Without any hesitation, he swerved his motorcycle around to make a U-turn. Karl, standing beside him, did the same, following Rein as they changed direction!

"Rein, you figure out how to escape yourself. That guy's coming for me; I'm not getting away!"

A loud shout.

Only Bazel remained steadfast, charging headlong into the barbarian knight army.

This legendary figure possessed exceptional awareness; knowing he was being watched and unable to escape, he chose to cover Rein's retreat. Moreover, even in such a desperate situation, and despite being injured, he showed no sign of fear on his face.

The giant with the spiked club on the other side was also riding a mammoth, and the two clashed head-on.

The remaining barbarians, seemingly intimidated by the power of the two super-strong individuals, dared not approach each other and automatically separated into their own battlefield.

In this moment of utter crisis, although Rein was worried about the danger Bazel would face if he charged head-on into the savage crowd, he couldn't care less about anything else. Because right now, he himself was also frantically flirting with death.

What's worse is that while motorcycles are fast, they offer absolutely no speed advantage to Feline Magical Beast that excel at short-range bursts of speed.

They were a kilometer or two away before, but in no time they were right behind them.

Javelin rain

No!

It wasn't a javelin!

Those were arrows as thick as an arm and nearly two meters long!

Barbarians are not only tall and strong, but also skilled at volley fire.

The bows and arrows they used were much thicker and larger than those used by normal humans, and the arrows were also enchanted, making them no less powerful than firearms!

Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh~

The sound of wind breaking seemed to be continuous.

Upon hearing this, Rein shrank back, trying to hide his body inside the metal parts of the motorcycle.

He himself was, after all, a melee fighter, with agile reflexes, and could barely manage to dodge the arrows. Little Karl, who was carrying Tuster, was in a more dangerous situation. Although his motorcycle was much more advanced, the two weak mechanics had no ability to dodge the rain of arrows at all. The Wooden Arrow had already pierced several large holes in the small metal cloak on the motorcycle.

If two more volleys of arrows come, the grandfather and grandson will be finished.

What should we do? Are we going to die here?

Rein believed he was quite strong and could put up a fight against one or two barbarians.

But damn it, there are hundreds or even thousands of them behind this ass!

If one person were to poke him, they could turn him into a hornet's nest in no time.

Awoo~ Awoo~ Awoo~

The strong barbarian leaders were the first to catch up, riding alongside Rein's motorcycle.

Suddenly, they stopped rushing to kill and instead began to toy with the victim like cats playing with mice.

"&*%ф%￥ё￥"

As Rein listened to the incoherent chatter, in the instant he was stunned, the Mind Core provided simultaneous translation.

"Kill that despicable invader quickly!"

"No, let them die in despair!"

"These damned invaders, we can't let them die so easily!"

"."

Hmm. I can Coleman Language.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Rein's mind.

At this moment, Karl, the young mechanic, though still quite old, displayed a fearless and resolute attitude. He didn't give up the fight, because surrender meant certain death!

He had also heard from the hunters that barbarians never leave anyone alive!

At that moment, Karl pulled out a homemade High-Explosive Bomb and shouted, "Brother Rein, watch out, I'm about to drop a bomb!"

"Etc!"

Suddenly, Rein shouted.

Obviously, the bomb could kill a few barbarians, but they would eventually be torn to shreds. Old Master Tuster is still weakened and unable to operate his armor. Once casualties occur, there will be no turning back; it will truly be a fight to the death.

Rein quickly said, "Karl, don't do it yet!"

Karl was taken aback and gave him a questioning look.

At this critical juncture, what else can we do but take action?

But what happened next left both the young mechanic and the old man behind him, Mr. Tuster, completely bewildered.

I was even more bewildered than when I encountered a large group of barbarians blocking my way before.

Just then, they heard Rein gibberish at the barbarians, shouting something that wasn't even Common Tongue —a "Bird Language"!

"&*%ф%￥ё￥!"

This shout not only froze Karl's hand as he threw the bomb, but also froze the expressions of the barbarians.

What's going on?!

Karl: Brother Rein can actually communicate with barbarians?

Barbarians: How can an "invader" speak their Coleman Language so fluently?

"Stop! I'm Wudo's friend! I'm Wudo's friend, not her enemy!"

This was clearly fluent Coleman Language.

That's right, Lei's method is to surrender and negotiate.

To others, these Kolman Tribe were utterly incomprehensible barbarians.

They represent all negative words such as savagery, killing, violence, and cruelty.

But Rein knew that they weren't barbaric; their technology was simply outdated, but their level of civilization was quite high. At least, they weren't the cannibalistic tribes that the hunters described as indistinguishable from magical beasts.

If they were mortal enemies, Rein would fight to the death, killing as many as he could.

Instead of choosing to surrender and negotiate.

In reality, none of them had shed a single drop of barbarian blood. They didn't even harbor the slightest hatred for these barbarians.

Since there is no enmity between them, this kind of fight to the death seems meaningless.

When Rein saw the barbarians' raised arrows freeze in place, he knew that his words had worked.

Being able to name the priestess "Wudo" means they truly know her.

The monster knights exchanged bewildered glances. They were astonished to hear such fluent Coleman Language from the mouth of an "invader." Even more surprising was that this fellow knew their tribe's High Priest.

On the other hand, since the motorcycle couldn't outrun the Warcraft mount, Rein simply stopped running.

He stopped the motorcycle immediately, spread his hands, and indicated that he would not run away or resist.

This action also caused the barbarians who still wanted to shoot arrows to put away their arrows completely.

Then he was surrounded.

Riding on their magical beast mounts, the barbarians were five or six meters tall, a dark mass with eyes that gleamed with the cold light of wolves.

Rein had to look up at the barbarians pointing javelins and spears at him.

At this moment, he was like a sheep caught in a trap, surrounded by sharp spikes stuck in his skin.

He repeated in Coleman Language, "I am Wudo's friend, not her enemy. If you don't believe me, you can let me see her."

Now, their only hope rests on that barbarian girl they have some connection with.

After all, he had saved her life back then.

Well, although there was an "exchange of benefits," at least they really saved him.

Rein's words clearly had some effect, but not much.

In the past few months, the hunters have slaughtered countless tribes on the outskirts of the Ashen Forest, killing at least 80,000 to 100,000 barbarians.

This was an act of annihilation for the already small Kolman Tribe.

Such a deep-seated hatred cannot be erased with just a few words.

Upon seeing Rein, the barbarian warriors were filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could tear his flesh out and bring it here.

"The words of the 'invader' are completely unreliable. Kill him!"

"Yes, they killed so many of our people. The invaders must die."

"Our Kohlman Clan does not kill the friends of our people."

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They became more and more excited as they spoke, and the stone spears they kept probing almost poked Rein in the face.

At this moment, Rein was no longer nervous.

A few spears pointed at your head might be manageable with a bit of reflexes; but a hundred spears pointed at you, well, that's just too many to handle.

However, he truly didn't want to die so meaninglessly, and spoke again to explain, "My companions and I have never harmed any of the Kolman people, nor do we harbor any hostility towards you. The great 'Morogos God' above can attest that my words are not false."

I learned those words from that girl, Wudo.

For the Kolman Tribe, who have a belief in deities, mentioning the names of gods is particularly useful, because in their understanding, no one dares to lie to a great god.

As expected, the savages who had been shouting about killing to vent their anger suddenly calmed down and all fell silent.

At that moment, a gaunt old man with more complex facial markings than the others looked at Rein and said, "I didn't sense the Vengeful Spirit Blood Qi of our Kolman people in his soul. He wasn't lying."

Hearing this, Rein finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He remembered Wudo saying that the priest Kolman knew something about "the Nature's Language" and could perceive many strange and unusual things.

It's basically a Transcendent ability similar to Lie Detector.

Only when the other party believes you can there be room for negotiation.

It seems my life has been saved for now.

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