Impossible

Tian Ye was not in much better shape either. He had taken a punch from the old shaman, but a faint white glow surfaced around him—clearly healing magic.

Sensing Tian Ye's aura and the healing magic on him, the old shaman's expression changed drastically as he recalled a terrifying legend.

Only Wild Men who had received the War God's blessing could possibly evolve into Barbarian Warriors.

Barbarian Warriors possessed extremely high magic resistance. Their strength and speed surpassed warriors of the same rank, and once equipped with anti-magic gear, they were born to fight mages.

"How is this possible?" The old shaman wore an incredulous expression.

How could Tian Ye, someone who had abandoned faith in the War God, receive the War God's blessing and evolve into a Barbarian Warrior?

"My lord's power is beyond anything you can imagine."

Tian Ye waved his hand. Behind him stood a neatly arranged squad of twenty Wild Men, each holding a strange staff. It somewhat resembled a rifle, yet lacked structures such as magazines and triggers. Still, every one of them had a complete three-point sight.

The old shaman looked at those Wild Men, and his expression could not help turning grave.

That was because they all wore precious mage robes. Though they were only low-grade mage robes, to the utterly impoverished Piten Tribe, they were still astonishingly valuable.

"Could it be..." The old shaman felt a trace of fear and did not dare continue along the line of thought forming in his mind.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

A rapid string of gunshots rang out as twenty Shadow Bullets flew from those strange staffs and shot toward the old shaman.

The old shaman retreated swiftly, trying to widen the distance while forming a Vajra Shield. But the Shadow Bullets were far too powerful. They did not resemble a level-ten spell at all, and their range was somewhat excessive as well, completely suppressing him.

"Pi Teng, from the moment you entered Oldwood Fortress, the destruction of your Piten Tribe was already destined. Having lost two thousand of your tribe's able-bodied men, what strength do you still have to resist Lord Miuo's assault?" Tian Ye looked at Pi Teng, who was about to fly into a rage, and laughed wildly.

The already restless Wild Men went completely mad. They charged at the city walls in a frenzy. In particular, some third-rank warriors could leap onto the walls by working in pairs, but against the Wild Demonfolk armed to the teeth, even the spears they picked up only left white marks on the enemy's armor.

Only fourth-rank Wild Men warriors could barely injure the Wild Demonfolk soldiers, but they were quickly dealt with by experts among those soldiers. The Wild Men who made it onto the walls could not open up the situation, while those inside the barbican could only be slaughtered without the slightest ability to resist.

The old shaman wanted to deal with Tian Ye, but Tian Ye had evolved into a Barbarian Warrior and wore anti-magic armor while wielding the Demon-Breaking Battleaxe. With the aid of twenty low-rank mages, Tian Ye instead pressed him so hard that he could barely breathe. He did not even have a chance to ask the War God to possess him, because the unceasing attacks gave him no time to pray.

The Piten Tribe's two thousand able-bodied men were crushed to death just like that. The old shaman also died under Tian Ye's fearless assault. Pi Teng evolved into a Barbarian Warrior just before his death, but he was severely wounded and torn apart by the Barbarian Warriors who swarmed him.

Fox trembled as he looked at the barbican, where blood flowed like a river. Only then did he realize that everyone else was dead, leaving him as the sole living person.

Clearly, the other side had deliberately spared him. Not even a single spear had flown over his head.

The barbican gates opened, and fully armed Wild Demonfolk soldiers immediately rushed in. Yet they did not move to seize Fox at once. Instead, they systematically gathered the corpses on the ground and hauled them away in carts.

Fox forced himself to remain calm as he watched everything before him, his gaze fixed on the armor worn by the Wild Demonfolk soldiers. Fox was a well-traveled man in the Munk Kingdom, and with a single glance, he could tell that the Wild Demonfolk armor was extraordinary. Its workmanship was exquisite; whoever forged it had to be a highly skilled blacksmith.

Compared to the Human Race, Orc blacksmiths were far inferior, not to mention dwarves.

The Munk Kingdom had a tribe of dwarf slaves. Though they were called slaves, their status and treatment within the kingdom surpassed that of many Orcs. It was precisely because of this dwarf tribe that the Munk Kingdom's weapons and equipment did not fall too far behind those of other races.

Although strength was important, weapons and equipment were equally indispensable. Looking at this battle, even though the Piten Tribe had been deceived, more than two thousand able-bodied men had been wiped out by fewer than a thousand Wild Demonfolk, utterly unable to resist. The Wild Demonfolk's weapons and equipment were a major reason for that.

When the corpses in the barbican had nearly been cleared away, several elegantly dressed Elf Race Blood Thralls walked over.

Blood Thralls were creatures controlled by the Bloodkin. They retained the intelligence they had in life, and the Bloodkin's transformative power raised them by one or two levels. However, every week, they had to provide Mi Yue with a fixed amount of fresh blood.

After Oldwood Fortress was occupied, Mi Yue naturally became its lord. She turned the three hundred captured Dark Elves into Blood Thralls. As for the Bloodkin, they were the ten Dark Elves originally used as a cover.

Inside Oldwood Fortress, Mi Yue looked tenderly at Avilan, occasionally displaying her graceful figure before him. She was only short of pressing her entire body against him.

It was all because, when Zhou Yu had come as reinforcements, she said she had been sent by Lord Avilan, making Mi Yue think that Avilan cared deeply about her.

Faced with such an unparalleled beauty currying favor with him, Avilan honestly found it hard to restrain himself.

The entire castle of Oldwood Fortress was filled with handsome men and beautiful women among the Dark Elves. They were absolutely loyal to Mi Yue and were her core force in Oldwood Fortress, but they were also the Dark Elves' foremost targets for extermination.

They had actually dared to enslave the Dark Elves.

"This is the power of industry," Avilan said calmly as he looked at the armor on the Wild Demonfolk soldiers throughout Oldwood Fortress.

Mi Yue nodded thoughtfully. If he had called it the power of equipment, she could have understood, but the power of industry left her utterly confused.

Avilan smiled faintly without explaining. Explaining such things would be far too troublesome.

During this period, he had discovered a new line of thought that could send this world's magic tree down a crooked path.

He could use magic to follow the path of technology.

For example, the Directional Demolition Magic Orb that had destroyed the city gate during the assault on Oldwood Fortress had power roughly equivalent to a fourth-rank spell. But because it was directional, its force was concentrated, and it had been placed in the gate's weakest spot—the gap between the doors—so it easily blasted the gate open.

Given the state of Oldwood Fortress's gates and the Elf Race's understanding of magic, along with the enchantment power on them, even if Mi Yue cast a fifth-rank spell, she might not have been able to blast them open. Even if she could, it would never have been so fast.

That was the power of technology.

Another example was the Gun Staff used by the Wild Demonfolk Mage Corps.

Its principle was similar to that of a staff, but the spell for Shadow Bullet had been sealed within the Gun Staff, just like with most staffs. The only difference was that it had been manufactured from start to finish in the form of a rifle. As long as magic power was poured into it, it could fire Shadow Bullets.

These Wild Demonfolk did not need to learn too many spells. They only needed to continuously strengthen their spiritual power and increase their mana, making their training incomparably faster than cultivating a traditional mage, which often took more than a decade.