Chapter 449: The Barbarian Identity

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In fact, what Wu Pifu didn't know, he thought he was "muddling through," but it was not the case.

This fortress is at the supply node of the front-line war, and this place itself is an important defensive point to guard the enemy war zone. There is a small magic tower in the fortress, and there are magicians stationed all year round.

In fact, Wu Pifu's judgment on this world comes from "technological" civilization, and this world not only has priests, but also magicians, or other various extraordinary systems, and the extraordinary operation in it has been completely different from technological civilization.

When he arrived at the city gate, there was already a scan of the essence of life. If he was not a human, there would be an alarm at that time. At the same time, any registered soldier would also record it. He was actually not on the roster, but his height was too deceptive. Not only did the officer think he was a barbarian, but even the magicians and apprentices in the magic tower thought so.

Coupled with the three small animals he brought, especially Chiu Chiu and Daphne have demon bloodlines, they belong to the category of monsters in the magic tower's scan, which perfectly fits the characteristics of barbarians—tall and strong, can sign contracts with some monsters, and even borrow the power of these monsters.

Seriously injured, tall and strong, carrying two dying monsters... That's right, it's a barbarian!

Because of the special nature of this world, after confirming that Wu Pifu is a barbarian, the personnel in the magic tower have already thought that he is a barbarian soldier who has not yet registered on the roster. Several barbarian tribes joined the team of the God of Mado Wing recently. Most of these barbarians cannot understand the common language, have no records, and have no faith. They are collected as cannon fodder, so it is completely possible that Wu Pifu is not registered.

However, they are all cannon fodder anyway, just manage the food. Magicians have a very high status, equivalent to priests, so they naturally know that even if these barbarians have remnants after this battle, they will likely be cleaned up by the God of Mado Wing, whether as sacrifices or materials. Anyway, it is unlikely that the God of Mado Wing will let the barbarians survive. After all, barbarians are recognized as non-believing groups, and keeping them is troublesome.

Wu Pifu naturally didn't know these, and it didn't matter if he knew. What he lacked was recovery time. When he was completely restored, where could he not go in this world?

In this military camp, Wu Pifu had a rare slightly relaxed rest for a night.

Early the next morning, he really got three times the food of the people around him. This naturally had nothing to say. After a burst of eating and drinking, by the morning, suddenly a group of white light emerged from the top of the religious building. This white light rose into the air, and then turned into white light particles and fell like rain. Most of them drilled into the wounded soldiers, and even Wu Pifu received a lot. Then the injuries of all the wounded began to heal. Except for the broken hands and feet, the rest of the large and heavy injuries had obvious changes.

This time, Wu Pifu did not let the white light heal his body, but gathered and transformed the healing energy produced by the white light into heat and vibration waves that could be controlled when the white light entered the body, acting on the flesh of the three small animals. After a long time, the flesh of the three small animals had healed a lot, and the natural recovery speed was also constantly improving.

Not long after, a messenger arrived at the barracks playground and shouted loudly: "Except for those with broken limbs and heavy injuries, everyone else must arrive at the main army camp within one day, otherwise they will be deprived of their registration name and lose the protection of the God of Mado Wing!!"

The rest of the wounded soldiers, although they looked a bit weak, except for those with broken hands and feet, the rest began to get up with numb faces, and then went to the warehouse position behind the messenger to exchange for new weapons and paper armor. Some special soldiers could exchange for a leather shield and a leather armor.

Just when Wu Pifu also got up, another clerk came with a text. He stood in front of Wu Pifu, looked up and said: "Barbarian, you also need to register the roster. Really, barbarians are barbarians. You didn't even register the roster and went to the battlefield. Don't you know that you can't get any merit like this? Come, register now, which tribe are you from."

Wu Pifu was stunned and said honestly: "I don't know, it's a human tribe."

The clerk flipped through and said while lowering his head: "Then it's the Eagle Tribe, this tribe has the most people... What is your name?"

"Wu Pifu."

"Wu... the pronunciation is very strange, is it a small bug named Wu?"

"Wu Pifu."

"Understood, a small bug named Wu... really strange, can't you barbarians take a nice name? It's not a bear, it's a wild boar, or a lion scorpion, you are good, directly named yourself a bug..."

"Wu Pifu."

"Know it, know it, it has been recorded... Speaking of which, you look really weak. Although you are tall and big, you are the first weak barbarian I have seen."

Wu Pifu was stunned, and couldn't care about correcting the other party's wrong description of his name. He looked at the clerk with surprise and said: "Really? Do I look really weak?"

The clerk was stunned. He was confused and said: "Do you... have a problem with your brain?"

Wu Pifu saw the numbers at the corner of his eyes jump slightly. If he didn't pay attention, he couldn't see these slight jumps at all. But with this change, and the content of what the clerk said, he was determined in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The clerk continued to be confused. He rolled his eyes, recorded quickly, and said quickly: "Okay, no matter what merit you have made before, how many enemies you have killed, all are void from now on. From now on, you are a first-class private. You will be promoted one level for every enemy killed. After being a third-class private, you will have your own tent, every meal will have a piece of meat, and there will be gold and silver rewards after killing enemies, and there will be leather shields and leather armor... Anyway, there are many benefits, go, go fight for the God of Mado Wing!"

After a while, the clerk came to the magic tower. Although he was not a magician, he could still enter the bottom floor of the magic tower. From here, he could record information and hand it over to the magic tower for transmission to the magic main tower of the main city.

A magic apprentice asked: "Have you recorded the soldier roster for that barbarian?"

The clerk immediately said respectfully: "Yes, a weak and stupid barbarian, but he is lucky, he joined our God of Mado Wing camp, and actually treated his injuries."

The magic apprentice smiled and didn't speak. After the clerk finished recording the information, the magic apprentice came to the second floor of the magic tower and also respectfully said to the magician who was meditating: "Teacher, it is indeed not wrong to feel it. That tall and big barbarian is actually very weak, even ordinary people can feel it."

The magician opened his eyes and said: "It just so happens that the front line needs to carry out a living sacrifice. This kind of strong and weak mortal is just suitable for sacrifice. But this is the judgment of the front-line high priest and the god. We have merit in sending him back to the front line."

The magic apprentice nodded respectfully, and the magician asked again: "After breaking the front army of the Goat Head God, only the God of Pure Nature is left around here... In fact, it is just an old tree spirit. But the trouble is the forest witches. It is said that these forest witches are good at long-range archery, and although the number is small, most of them are extraordinary people. It seems that the magicians of the main city will also come. By then, I will go out in person to cooperate with them to break the forest. You go and pick five magic sheepskin scrolls that have been made before and bring them over. I will start preparing to make magic scrolls these days."

"Yes."

On the other side, Wu Pifu received an extra-large paper armor, which is actually made by crushing and compressing a large amount of weeds and cloth. It can defend against a certain degree of long-range arrows, but the defense is far less than leather armor. For ordinary people, at least there is a layer of protection. And Wu Pifu is naturally indifferent, but now he is naked, so he will make do with it, and put this paper armor on his body.

Just like this, Wu Pifu and many healed wounded soldiers received defensive weapons, and each received a large cake, and then were sent out of the city by the soldiers, walking toward the distant end of the road.

Along the way, Wu Pifu was silent, and the other ten or so wounded soldiers didn't talk to him, and even stayed away from him. However, he could still understand the language of this world, even if they were far apart, it didn't matter, he could still hear it.

From the mouths of these wounded soldiers, Wu Pifu generally understood the situation of this force.

This force is called the God of Mado Wing camp, believing in the God of Mado Wing, with a main city, twelve villages, and six defensive fortresses, occupying this grassland area.

In the past year, the God of Mado Wing personally led the army to attack, and with the cooperation of magicians and priests, and summoned several barbarian tribes in the nearby mountain forest area to help, this immediately cleared many small forces around, and was at war with the Goat Head God of another city-state, and it seemed that the vanguard troops of the Goat Head God were about to be defeated.

"... But sweeping all the wild gods around like this, there are too many gods offended."

"Many? What are those wild gods and false gods? Their believers can't even gather a thousand. Each of them is a small hairy god of chaos and ignorance. As long as their believers are killed or rebel, their divine domain will collapse, and then kill their body, these hairy gods cannot be resurrected. This not only strengthens our God of Mado Wing and increases the strength of his divine domain, but also can collect their territory into the bag."

"Yes, territory is the most critical. I heard that if this battle is won, not only can we severely damage the arrogant spirit of the Goat Head God, but we can also establish a second city. A second city, how many fiefs, how many positions can this provide."

"Don't think about fiefs. We can get a God-permitted position that can be inherited at most. With this position, it's fine, food and drink are not worried, and you won't be frightened on the battlefield."

This paragraph is the most valuable paragraph Wu Pifu heard.

Obviously, this world is full of disputes and wars, and even the forces of a city can conquer all directions, and gods, wild gods, faith, divine domain, etc., too much information makes Wu Pifu unclear.

(... However... are the gods of this world such cheap things? There are many gods around a city? Or is it that any stronger extraordinary life in this world belongs to gods?)

Wu Pifu thought silently, but he didn't worry, anyway, he was just muddling through now, waiting for his injuries to heal. What do the disputes of these gods have to do with him?

At the same time, at the edge of the forest where Wu Pifu came to this world, dozens of fully armed scouts arrived here. The leader was a magician in a long robe. The scouts went deep into the forest to explore the terrain and size, and the magician recorded it in the book, and then the information gathered to the magic tower of the main city through magic.

The terrain of this forest is being recorded slowly.

(End of Chapter)