After much effort, Zhao Fu, leading 29 Goblin, finally found a village ten miles away from the ruins. It was a barbarian village. The barbarians were a race from the Qiu Shi, a backward, savage, and martial people.
This village was just a rudimentary settlement with a population of about three hundred. The barbarian men and women were all very tall and strong, making them excellent warriors.
Although the village had more than 300 people, it did not pose much of a danger to Zhao Fu and his group, because the barbarians' cultivation level was only at the third or fourth stage, while Zhao Fu's group was all at the first stage or above.
Moreover, since there are also minotaurs in the Gloomwood, the Ancient Power is not so rare. In order to protect this place, Zhao Fu distributed the Ancient Power obtained from killing minotaurs to his Goblin. Now, Zhao Fu's Goblin are all muscular and as strong as bulls.
In terms of strength, these Goblin have already reached the fifth stage of Tier 1, demonstrating the advantage of high-tier units over low-tier units.
Zhao Fu led the Goblin out without any attempt to conceal their presence, exuding a strong murderous aura. Upon seeing Zhao Fu and his group, the people of the barbarian village immediately became alert, and their soldiers gathered at the village entrance.
Perhaps sensing the strength of Zhao Fu's group, a Great Han with a fierce face stepped forward and said something that seemed to be a warning to Zhao Fu to get lost, or else...
Zhao Fu Zhao Fu n't understand these barbarian languages, and he didn't have much goodwill towards these foreign tribes. Anyone who has studied history knows how these foreign tribes treated the Huaxia in the past—basically burning, killing, looting, raping women, and committing all sorts of atrocities.
"Kill all who resist!"
Zhao Fu stood calmly in front of the village, looking at this barbarian village. His tone was light, but it carried a strong killing intent.
"Yes, sir."
The Goblin behind him obeyed and charged towards the barbarian village. The barbarian villagers had already aimed their bows and arrows at Zhao Fu and his group. As the Goblin, arrows whistled through the air.
The Decurion Goblin swung his sword, unleashing streaks of sword light that easily deflected the arrow. The Blue-Red Goblin also released ice and Fireball, throwing them at the same time.
Goblin were like dozens of tigers charging into a flock of sheep. It was a Tier 1 unit against a Tier 0 unit. If well-equipped, one could use the numerical advantage to hold off Goblin, but how could an ordinary village possibly withstand people who were several times stronger than them? It was a one-sided massacre.
The wooden wall in front of the village was like foam; a centurion swung his sword, sending pieces of wood flying and completely destroying the wall.
The barbarian tribes were known for their ferocity, with both men and women charging forward wielding various weapons. However, they had completely chosen the wrong people. These centurions were far more formidable than ordinary first-rank soldiers, and these alien tribes were even more bloodthirsty. With sinister smiles on their faces, they drew their swords and met the attack head-on.
A dozen minutes later!
The battle ended quickly, Zhao Fu looked down at the three Flower Fairy and said, "If you don't want to watch, just hide inside my clothes!"
The three Flower Fairy nodded. They were somewhat afraid to look at the bloody scene, so they huddled inside Zhao Fu's clothes. Then Zhao Fu walked towards the village, where barbarian corpses lay on the ground. Blood was splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely gruesome.
Stepping over the corpses on the ground, Zhao Fu arrived at the village hall. The remaining twenty-odd barbarians knelt together in fear, their faces pale and their bodies trembling. The village, which originally had more than three hundred people, was slaughtered to only a few in a short time.
All around were Goblin, stained with blood and grinning menacingly, as terrifying as demons. They were still not satisfied with just watching those who had surrendered, because Zhao Fu had ordered that all who resisted be killed, and they dared not lay a hand on those who had surrendered.
Zhao Fu remained calm in the face of all this, as he had seen it countless times before. He arrived at the village hall, intending to go in and occupy the relocated village.
At this moment, from among the terrified and surrendering crowd kneeling to the side, a woman holding an infant suddenly ran out, prostrated herself before Zhao Fu, knelt on the ground, and pleaded tearfully, "My lord! I beg you, please spare my child."
Zhao Fu stopped, but because he was wearing a black cloak, no one could see Zhao Fu expression. A Goblin next to him was startled, thinking that Zhao Fu was going to blame him for not watching over them properly, and hurriedly stepped forward, raising his sword, intending to kill the mother and child together.
Upon seeing this, the woman, terrified, clutched her infant, frantically kowtowing and pleading, "Sir! Please spare my child!"
Just then, the Goblin's sword was about to strike, and as blood splattered, the mother and child were killed with a single blow.
"Stop!" Zhao Fu's voice rang out softly from beneath his cloak.
Upon hearing this, the Goblin immediately stopped what he was doing, looking somewhat frightened, and pleaded, "My lord! This was my fault, please punish me."
"No need, you may leave. And you may get up too. I will not kill you," Zhao Fu said, then stepped into the hall.
The Goblin breathed a sigh of relief, and the woman, looking excited, returned to the crowd with the baby in her arms. The other surrendered people also relaxed their tense and fearful hearts.
Although they spoke a barbarian language, because they had surrendered, Zhao Fu, as the lord, still had an automatic translator, so he could still understand the woman's words. Although Zhao Fu had no goodwill towards these foreigners, he would not be inhumane. Zhao Fu would treat all those who had surrendered and become his subjects as equals.
He was merely moved by the woman's pleading expression, partly by his feelings for his mother, and partly by the sorrow of the weak. Barbarians were infamous throughout history, but once they became weak, they could only kneel on the ground and beg for their lives. This somewhat stimulated Zhao Fu's stronger desire for power.
Upon arriving at the village hall, Zhao Fu was slightly surprised to find it was a blue-quality village. He immediately chose to occupy and relocate there, earning 100 battle merits.
Speaking of which! My battle merits and experience have been increasing quite rapidly lately. I wonder what's going on in the Great Qin. Zhao Fu has been receiving frequent notifications from his subordinates to attack villages. Also, there's something I should mention: when Zhao Fu killed Gu Feng, he actually gained a thousand battle merits.
Zhao Fu currently has 2800 battle merits, just 200 away from being promoted to First-Class Baron. However, such a high promotion is not useful for now because Zhao Fu cannot leave Eastern Azure yet.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fu decided to transfer all the battle merits he had earned to Bai Qi, so that he could continue to complete the tasks of opening up external channels, purchasing real estate, and opening restaurants.
Although I'm stuck here, these things have to be done because time is money, and each area can bring huge benefits. We can't let things stop because of my own business.
But Zhao Fu's little move shocked the entire Great Qin.
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