Watching the numerous elite warriors vanish in the blink of an eye, the barbarians were stunned. Earlier, they had not quite believed the scout's account of his narrow escape, but now, witnessing it with their own eyes, they deeply felt the shock and terror of the hail of bullets.

  Shocking, it's really too shocking!

  The barbarians were petrified from head to toe, and it took them half a day to come back to their senses. For the so-called mountain warriors, the evil eye was just a low-level demon in the Tras Forest, weak and sluggish by nature. To say nothing of one, even three or five together would not be their match, but they never expected that after Yang Ling concentrated them, these trash demons would have such terrifying power.

  "Yang, with this level of strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to destroy our entire tribe!" The barbarian chief swallowed his saliva, "The second-tier Hornet Beast can only launch three poisonous stingers per day, and the evil eye's magic is limited, so it can't attack for a long time. As long as we defend the castle, you won't be able to get in!"

  Although the loss was heavy, the barbarian tribal leader still refused to surrender. Barbarians are born mountain warriors, since ancient times, there have only been dead barbarians, never kneeling barbarians begging for life.

  "That's right, I won't be able to take down your entire tribe!" Yang Ling frankly admitted, greatly surprising everyone. "But as long as I command the demonic beast army to guard your exit, you won't be able to hunt. So, how much longer can you hide in your tribe?"

  Yang Ling's words cut to the heart, and the barbarian tribal leader's eyebrows twitched with unease. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke stiffly: "Lord Yang, don't forget that this is the Trasen Forest, we are just a small branch tribe of the barbarians, and at any time we can get assistance from other barbarian tribes!"

  "Hah, joke, even if other barbarian tribes lend their full support, when can they rush over and rush over to collect your corpses?"

  Yang Ling smiled coldly and paused for a moment before looking at the pale-faced Barbarian tribe leader, saying: "As an ancient summoner, I am just a small figure in my family. Look, I only have low-level magic beasts like Hornet Beast and Evil Eye. But my elders are different, their high-level magic beasts don't need to attack, just their sheer numbers can trample your tribe. I just need to set up a teleportation magic array and I'll immediately get their assistance!"

  As the barbarian tribe leader said, after continuous attacks, the evil eye's magic had reached a low point. Now, let alone attacking the barbarian tribe, if all the barbarians were to rush forward together, it would be questionable whether they could retreat unscathed. At this critical moment, Yang Ling took a risk and beat the drum wrapped in tiger skin.

  Ancient Summoner? The Barbarian Tribe's Patriarch suddenly enlightened, finally understanding why Yang Ling could summon so many demonic beasts to fight.

  Looking at Yang Ling's cold smile, the Barbarian Tribal Chief was as big as a bucket, he couldn't understand how he had provoked such a terrifying guy. Although the barbarians were violent, they had multiplied in the Trasen Forest for tens of thousands of years and knew more about the horror of the ancient summoner than anyone else.

  According to the clan records, a long time ago, on the mainland there was a powerful barbarian empire with vast territories. However, the 28th generation king somehow provoked a mysterious and powerful summoner family, who summoned a horde of dark creatures to attack the imperial capital, slaughtering the royal family in one night. As a result, the barbarian empire collapsed, their power gradually declining, slowly withdrawing from the mainland's struggle, and retreating into the mountains.

  Even the powerful Barbarian Empire was no match, how could the Barbarian tribe leader dare to make a move? Just thinking about the strong family forces behind Yang Ling made his hands and feet cold. After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, in order to continue the incense of his people, he had to give up the idea of a full-scale attack and defense, and said uneasily: "Lord Yang, what brings you to our tribe?"

  "It's very simple, I've said it before, as long as you release all the prisoners of war and compensate for our losses, I'll withdraw my troops immediately!"

  "Good!" The barbarian tribal leader nodded decisively and loudly ordered his personal guard, "Release all the captives immediately, quickly!"

  After the command was given, several barbarians quickly left and soon brought out a large group of captives, including old and young people. Among them was Alice's grandfather, whom she had been searching for everywhere.

  "Grandpa, Alice has finally seen you, Grandpa..."

  Seeing a familiar figure, Alice rushed up recklessly and reunited with her grandfather, the two of them crying together. At the same time, the other captives also shed tears, thanking Yang Ling for their rescue.

  "Alright, Chieftain, it's been like this from the start, why bother being rough? Looking at the uneasy barbarian chieftain, Yang Ling seemed to see a huge fat sheep and smiled: "Now, let's calculate how to compensate. For injured human captives, ten purple crystal coins will be paid, for those who died, twenty will be paid, isn't that fair?"

  "Alright, twenty purple crystal coins for all!" The barbarian readily agreed, now he just wanted to get rid of Yang Ling, the jinx, as soon as possible. Not to mention twenty coins per person, even fifty coins would be worth it.

  After counting the number of human captives and the corresponding compensation in crystal coins, Yang Ling smiled and said: "Tribe leader, I've calculated the compensation for the captives. It's a total of 2,500 purple crystal coins. Now, let's calculate my compensation. One demon beast is worth 500 purple crystal coins, so that's 12 beasts; labor costs are 25,000 purple crystal coins; and spiritual losses... let's just say 50,000 crystal coins. Rounding up to a whole number, the total is 80,000 purple crystal coins!"

  80,000 Amethyst Coins?

  Not to mention the barbarians, even Kassy and his men were stunned, let alone the tearful prisoners who doubted whether they were dreaming! Just now, they were still desperately trapped in the barbarian's prison, unable to escape for days. Now, not only did they narrowly escape death, but each of them also received a sum of compensation.

  "The barbarian tribal leader's anger ignited, almost choking him. He had expected Yang Ling to ask for a bit more compensation, but he never thought that he would open his mouth so wide, citing spiritual losses as the reason, and asking for 80,000 purple crystal coins."

  Is this just an excuse for him to find a reason to continue attacking?

  After taking a few deep breaths, the barbarian tribal leader's face changed color as he tried to cover up his uneasy emotions, and thought of a terrible idea. After hesitating for a moment, he said with difficulty: "Yang sir, to be honest, we rarely interact with the outside world, and the entire tribe has at most only two thousand purple crystal coins!"

  "Aw, this is a hassle!" Yang Ling rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "Do you guys have any local specialties, like demon beast crystal cores or dark fire crystals? Although the market price isn't good right now, they're still worth some money!"

  When Yang Ling said this, the Barbarian tribe leader let out a sigh of relief, understanding that he only wanted wealth. However, he immediately furrowed his brow again. As powerful mountain warriors, they had indeed accumulated many magical beast cores over the years, but it was likely that even if they handed them all over, it would not be enough to satisfy Yang Ling's appetite.

  "Tribe leader, it's understandable if you don't have enough crystal coins or crystal cores for the time being!" Seeing the tribe leader's furrowed brow, Yang Ling smiled and continued, "You have many brave warriors, you can hurry up and hunt for crystal cores, or dig up this dark fire crystal to pay off the debt. I can extend the deadline by a period of time!"

  After a glance, Yang Ling threw out a long-line bait to lure big fish. The Valanya Mountains had many dark fire crystals, and the barbarians were strong and powerful, making them excellent candidates for conscription and hard labor; moreover, the barbarians were notorious for their ferocity, with faces that looked like they belonged to fierce beasts, so sending them off to be cannon fodder one day would also be a good choice.

  Under coercion and temptation, Yang Ling and the Barbarian Tribal Chief signed a seemingly fair agreement. The barbarians would provide Yang Ling with one hundred magic beast cores every month, two carts of dark fire crystals, for a period of two years. In return, Yang Ling generously returned the remaining barbarian prisoners and promised to provide the barbarians with some necessities like salt and other daily essentials.

  After bidding farewell to the discolored barbarian tribe leader, Yang Ling led the crowd back with a full load, heading south towards the Forest Spirit Tribe. Along the way, the people who had narrowly escaped death were overjoyed and repeatedly thanked him for his rescue.

  Yang Ling returned with a full load, but in the distant town of Weisen, a magnificent castle was brewing a great storm.

  "Yibi Li, easy on the dog paws... Ah..." Emilia, with her buttocks swollen from being stung by a hornet, lay on the bed, gritting her teeth. She kicked one of the pastor-like old men and shouted, "Get out! Get another maid to change my dressing!"

  Ever since the battle with the Spirit Tribe, Yimia had been restless, her buttocks were red and swollen, and her temper was getting more and more violent.

  "Good! Gather all warriors at once, I want to massacre the Spirit Tribe and behead the Summoner!"

  "Young master, this... " A black-clad Gu De said with a difficult expression, speaking cautiously: "Half a month ago, the master took most of the elite warriors out to sea. It doesn't seem like the best time for revenge now!"

  "I don't care, I'm going to kill that damned summoner, and sell all the spirit women into the most debased slavery!" Emiya shouted as he pounded his fists on the bedboard. He had never suffered such a huge loss in his life, almost all of his accompanying warriors were annihilated, and he himself barely escaped with his life.

  Looking at the enraged Emiya, the black-robed strategist Good hesitated for a moment, "Young master, after much effort, I have secretly contacted the regional liaison of the Assassin's Guild. Shall we..."

  .....

  After the most secretive discussion, the black-clothed man Gu De quietly retreated, while Yimia burst into hearty laughter. A large hand slipped under the maid's skirt and pinched a resilient grape.