Impossible

Tian Ye was not doing much better either. He had taken a punch from the old shaman as well, but a faint white glow surfaced over his body. It was 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 naturally 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 that possible?" The old shaman's face was full of disbelief.

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

"My lord's might is beyond your imagination."

Tian Ye waved a hand. A squad of twenty Wild Men stood neatly behind him, each holding a strange staff. It somewhat resembled a rifle, yet lacked a magazine, trigger, and similar mechanisms. Still, each one was fitted with a three-point alignment sight.

The old shaman looked at those Wild Men, his expression turning grave.

Every one of them wore precious mage robes. Though they were merely low-grade mage robes, to the impoverished Piten Tribe, they were still unimaginably valuable.

"Could it be..." Fear rose in the old shaman's heart, and he did not dare pursue his own guess.

Bang bang bang...

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

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

"Pi Teng, from the moment you stepped into Oldwood Fortress, the destruction of your Piten Tribe was already set in stone. After losing two thousand of your tribe's strongest young men, what strength do you have left to resist Lord Miuo's attack?" Tian Ye looked at Pi Teng, who was about to go mad, and laughed wildly.

The already restless Wild Men were driven completely insane. They charged madly at the city walls. Some third-rank warriors could leap onto the walls through pairs of coordinated jumps, but against the Wild Demonfolk armed to the teeth, even the javelins they picked up only scratched white marks across the enemy armor.

Only fourth-rank Wild Men warriors could barely wound the Wild Demonfolk soldiers, but they were swiftly dealt with by the experts among those soldiers. The Wild Men who reached the walls could not break the deadlock, while those inside the barbican could only be slaughtered, utterly unable to resist.

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

The Piten Tribe's two thousand young and strong men were suppressed to death just like that. The old shaman also died in bitter resentment under Tian Ye's fearless assault. Pi Teng evolved into a Barbarian Warrior before his death, but he was badly wounded and was torn apart by the Barbarian Warriors who swarmed over him.

Fox looked tremblingly at the barbican, where blood flowed into rivers. 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 javelin had flown over his head.

The barbican gates opened, and fully armed Wild Demonfolk soldiers immediately rushed in. Yet they did not seize Fox at once. Instead, they methodically 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 at a glance he could tell that the Wild Demonfolk armor was extraordinary. Its craftsmanship was exquisite; the smiths who had forged it must have possessed superb skill.

Compared to the Human Race, orc smiths were far inferior, let alone dwarven smiths.

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

Though strength was important, weapons and equipment were equally indispensable. Just look at this battle: although the Piten Tribe had been deceived, more than two thousand of its young and strong men had been wiped out by fewer than a thousand Wild Demonfolk, without any power to resist. The Wild Demonfolk's weapons and armor accounted for much of the reason.

When the corpses in the barbican had mostly 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 possessed in life, and the Bloodkin's transformative power also raised their levels by one or two ranks. 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 at Avilan with a gentle expression, occasionally displaying her graceful figure before him. She was just short of pressing her entire body against him.

It was all because, when Zhou Yu had sent reinforcements, she had said they were dispatched by Lord Avilan. That made Mi Yue believe Avilan cared deeply about her.

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

The entire Oldwood Fortress castle was filled with handsome men and beautiful women among the Dark Elves. They were absolutely loyal to Mi Yue and were her most trusted force in Oldwood Fortress, but they were also the primary targets the Dark Elves sought to exterminate.

How dare they enslave the Dark Elves.

"This is the power of industry." Avilan looked at the armor worn by the Wild Demonfolk soldiers throughout Oldwood Fortress and spoke faintly.

Mi Yue nodded thoughtfully. If he had called it the power of equipment, she could still understand it, but the phrase industrial power left her utterly confused.

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

During this period, he had discovered a new line of thought that could bend this world's magic tree in the wrong direction.

He could use magic to pursue technology.

For example, the Directional Demolition Magic Orb that had destroyed Oldwood Fortress's gate during the attack possessed power roughly equivalent to a fourth-rank spell. Yet because it was directional, its power was concentrated, and it had been placed in the weakest gap of the gate, it had easily blown the gate open.

Given the state of Oldwood Fortress's gate and the Elf Race's understanding of magic, along with the enchantments upon it, even if Mi Yue cast a fifth-rank spell, she might not have been able to blast it open. Even if she could, it would not have happened so quickly.

That was the power of technology.

Take the Gun Staff used by the Wild Demonfolk Mage Corps, for instance.

Its principle was similar to that of a staff, but the spell Shadow Bullet was sealed within the Gun Staff, much like most staffs. The difference was that it was manufactured from beginning to end in the form of a rifle. As long as magic power was infused into it, it could fire a Shadow Bullet.

These Wild Demonfolk did not need to learn too many spells. They only needed to continuously strengthen their mental power and increase their mana reserves. Compared to the more than ten years often needed to train a traditional mage, it was simply lightning-fast.