Stuffed with a Fresh Pile

Rein never imagined that his fluent Coleman Language would save his life.

Indeed, learning a foreign language is very important.

Of course, they were able to survive because of Wudo, the "friend" he mentioned, who held a high position among the Kolman Tribe.

What's more, coincidentally, that barbarian girl also came to this operation!

"High Priest, this invader says he knows you."

Before long, the crowd that had surrounded them dispersed, and a giant mastiff over three meters tall walked in.

This is a very beautiful and majestic mastiff, with pure white fur, its color as pure as the purest snow on a snow-capped mountain.

And behind that furry, lion-like head, another head peeked out.

She had a stern face that gave her a slightly dignified air, but you could still see the girlish innocence in her eyes.

Although the totem on her face was more mysterious than when he had seen her before, Rein recognized her at a glance as "Wudo," the barbarian girl he hadn't seen for months.

"High Priest?"

Rein noticed the barbarians' address to Wudo and their respect for him. Good, the higher the status, the more weighty the "relationship."

Wudo jumped off the Snow Mastiff and stood in front of Rein, scrutinizing him carefully. She even removed her gas mask, revealing Rein's full face for the first time; his handsome features were slightly furrowed.

Since letting her go last time, Rein never expected that the two of them would meet again, nor did he expect that their second meeting would be like this.

Being captured is always an awkward situation.

He forced a greeting. "Uh, long time no see, Priestess Wudo."

What surprised him even more was that, after not seeing her for several months, Wudo, who was only about 1.4 meters tall, had actually grown to 1.6 meters. Her incredibly long, dark brown legs were very eye-catching, and judging from her current growth rate, she was probably going to grow to over two meters.

Wudo's expression remained indifferent, but there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

The invaders had killed too many of her people, but this human had actually saved her life.

Seemingly after a moment's internal struggle, she calmly said to the beast knights beside her, "Yes, I know him. He saved me when we were searching for the stolen sacred artifact of our tribe."

Upon hearing this, the hostility in the eyes of those barbarian warriors vanished instantly.

Then, the vast majority of people rode off on their mounts and dispersed.

The prisoner was naturally handed over to the High Priest for disposal.

In the end, Karl believed Rein's words and didn't throw the bomb, which led to his capture.

Then, Rein, Karl, and old man Tuster were all captured.

However, somewhat embarrassingly, the storage rings of the three of them, including Rein, were confiscated, and their clothes were stripped off, leaving them only with a pair of underwear and gas masks.

Although, this was the original style of dress for barbarians. Men almost always wore only shorts around their waists, while female barbarians only had a thin, revealing piece of animal skin to cover their chests.

Compared to Rein, who usually wears three layers of clothing—inner lining, vest, and leather armor—it's still a bit embarrassing.

Compared to the generally dark brown skin of these savages, he, naked, looked as white as a "white-cut chicken".

Looking around, only that Snow Mastiff was whiter than him.

Although they were acquaintances, Rein's treatment wasn't particularly good.

He was wearing only his underwear and, as a "prisoner," was still bound hand and foot.

Of course, the only difference is that Karl and Tuster were hung on the backsides of Warcraft by several rough and savage warriors.

Meanwhile, Rein was carried on the back of Wudo's Snow Mastiff, and they rode together.

This is so similar to the situation when the two first met.

Back then, this barbarian girl was also tied up and hung on the spider car, and then Lei treated her like a stray cat and fed her for two days.

Now, the roles are reversed.

Rein didn't know what they were planning to do since they weren't going to kill him or let him go.

Since it's not appropriate to ask directly, I can only try to get closer to them first.

He tentatively asked, "Wudo, you've become the High Priest?"

Wudo's face was serious. At least compared to the fiery temper she had a few months ago, like a mother leopard, she now had very little emotional fluctuation, like a stagnant pool.

The war that wiped out her clan forced her to bear responsibilities beyond her years and to carry the weight of a blood feud.

She remained silent for a long time.

Rein pursed his lips, looking slightly embarrassed.

However, he also understood that, given her position, it was already a sign of her magnanimity that she spared his life out of consideration for their past "relationship".

Just when Rein thought she wouldn't respond to him,

Wudo said calmly, "Originally, my strength wasn't enough to qualify me for the position of High Priest. But too many of our tribe's old priests have been slaughtered by you, and the tribe needs High Priest to lead the way, so I was promoted ahead of schedule."

Her tone was calm, but one could hear the deep hatred in it.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward because of that sentence.

Rein didn't know what to say, so he could only explain, "I don't know 'those people' well. You know, I'm just a doctor, and I don't want this kind of war to happen."

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Wudo did not respond to him again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At that moment, a series of loud bangs, like muffled thunder, came from not far away.

That was the final battle between Bazel, in his Silver Wolf form, and the first barbarian warrior, "Habu."

No one offered to help; the barbarian knights formed a circle and watched the battle silently.

As the first warrior of the barbarians, Habu also has his own pride.

The battle between top-tier experts was extremely commotion-inducing. Both of them were Melee Extraordinary beings, and every time they clashed head-on, visible ripples would be stirred up in the air, with strong winds blowing for miles, making people's faces feel like they were being scraped by knives.

Rein, bound and lying on the back of the Snow Mastiff, saw the two tall figures fighting in the distance, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

After all, he was well aware of Bazel's condition.

The Silver Needle from the [Silver-Gray Sacred Artifact] inside that legendary figure haven't been completely removed yet, so he can only exert the strength of Fourth Tier Transcendent at most. Even with the secret technique of [Demon Release: Wolf God], he's only about as strong as an average fifth-tier Transcendent.

To fight a truly "legendary" Harpy to the death, he has absolutely no advantage whatsoever.

In the short time he had been watching, he had already seen Bazel withstand the spiked club head-on, and was beaten so badly that he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and the scarlet blood aura on his hair became more and more intense.

The Silver Needle inside his body and the external injuries were a double whammy, putting this Legendary Realm.

After thinking it over, Rein still turned his attention to Wudo.

If this continues, Bazel will likely die on the spot.

Even though the atmosphere was a bit awkward, he forced a weak hint: "Ahem... that werewolf over with Priestess Wudo is also my friend. He's injured, could you..."

After all, he had been protected by a powerful figure for so long and had received many favors from him. If he could be saved, losing a little integrity was a small matter.

Before he could finish speaking, Wudo said expressionlessly, "Elder Habu will not kill him."

"Call"

Rein breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart.

It seems I still have a lot of influence; this girl is quite loyal.

But before he could even relax from his smugness, he heard Wudo say coldly, "He will be captured alive and sacrificed to the great 'Morogos God'!"

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Upon hearing this, Rein's face twitched violently.

It turns out they weren't being polite at all; they were originally going to capture him for a blood sacrifice.

Having said that, he couldn't say anything more, and muttered to himself: Senior Bazel, I've done my best to help you.

At least for now, I won't die.

Before long, the great battle in the distance also came to an end.

The outcome was naturally a resounding victory for Habu first warrior of the barbarians.

Mr. Bazel was beaten to a pulp and tied up tightly, hanging on the mammoth's rump like a trophy.

"Damn it, if I hadn't been injured, would you have gotten the slightest advantage over me?"

"If you've got the guts, wait until I'm healed, and then we'll fight another three hundred rounds!"

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Even from a great distance, Rein could hear Bazel yelling at the top of his lungs.

Then, the main force regrouped.

The legendary man, looking at the three captured men —Rein and the others—was also greatly surprised. "You're still alive?"

Rein didn't know how to explain, so he could only say, "Senior Bazel, it's a long story. Let me think of a way to see if we can get them to let us go."

Before he could finish speaking, Wudo interrupted him in Coleman Language, coldly saying, "You'd better speak Coleman Language next time. Otherwise, if my people hear you and your companions talking in private, they'll think you're plotting something and might stuff your mouths with monster dung."

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Upon hearing this, Rein immediately fell silent.

Holy crap, is it really that simple and brutal?

They skipped over the smelly socks and just stuffed a pile of shit in there?

Oh, I forgot, barbarians don't even have textile technology; stuffing shit into their mouths is their standard practice.

Hearing Wudo's warning, Rein still showed loyalty and gave Bazel a knowing look, signaling him not to say anything more.

Clearly, this legend, whose mind was all muscles, didn't understand the meaning behind that look at all.

"Holy crap, you can speak Barbarian language too?"

Bazel listened to the barbarian babbling on to Rein seemed to understand.

This surprised him greatly.

He looked at Rein's treatment, and then at himself.

He sniffed, and a stench of excrement and urine hit his nose, making him blink repeatedly.

Why is it that, even though we're both prisoners, I'm hanging behind a monster while you're on its neck and in the arms of a barbarian girl?

Thinking of this, Bazel's eyes suddenly lit up, feeling that he had guessed some "truth," and he exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that you're good-looking, and this barbarian girl kidnapped you to be her bandit's man?"

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Rein's eyelids twitched as he listened, but he didn't dare to reply. In his heart, he thought to himself: This guy's imagination is really rich.

Seeing that Rein was silent and had a strange expression, Bazel assumed he was too ashamed to speak, so he raised his voice and said, "Rein, you son of a bitch, are you really going to sacrifice your body to save your life?"

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Rein was completely speechless.

Then, Bazel's incessant chatter indeed brought him bad consequences.

The barbarians, of course, couldn't understand what Bazel was saying and assumed they were "plotting."

Then, a barbarian warrior jumped off the monster, grabbed a handful of hot, coarse-fiber monster dung that looked like squeezed-out sugarcane stalks, and stuffed it into the mouth of a certain legend.

A humiliating sob escaped Bazel's lips, "Waaaaah."

Even from a distance, you can smell the tangy, undigested smell of grass roots and tree bark.

Rein shrank back, no longer daring to speak in Common Tongue.