The Barbarians were indeed powerful. Level 1 Barbarian Soldiers already had the Sturdy trait. Once they became Barbarian Warriors, they would gain the Berserk skill. Only then would they be qualified to be called Berserkers.
Suhlen's team only had one Barbarian Warrior. Other than Sturdy and Berserk, the Barbarian Warrior also had Endurance and Whirlwind Slash. Only Barbarian Warriors were qualified to be killing machines. Of course, this was only for low-level monsters.
Sturdy (Beginner): You are born with a strong body. The power of your bloodline gives you a strong physique. Your strength and physique are permanently increased by 2 points.
Berserk: After a long battle, you will awaken the power in your bloodline. When you are angry or excited, you can enter a Berserk state. Pain is reduced by 70%, strength is increased by 20%, movement speed is increased by 10%, and intelligence is reduced by 50%.
Endurance: After a long period of training and battle, your body has gradually surpassed the limits of a normal person. You will gain a strong life force. Normal injuries will be weakened. Permanently increase your HP by 10 points, your physique by 10 points, and your physique recovery speed is increased by 20%.
Whirlwind Slash: With your body as the axis, you can spin 180 degrees or more to quickly swing your weapon. The weapon will be imbued with a weak sword aura, causing great damage to enemies around you.
Because there were no archers in the army, the barbarians were not skilled in archery, so Su Lun equipped them with axes as long-range weapons. Sure enough, these barbarians had a special preference for axes. They could hit the target at a distance of 30 paces without fail.
"Stop!" Suhlen pulled on the reins. The team quickly stopped.
"Johnson!"
"I'm here, boss."
"Take your men and clean up those tails as fast as you can!"
"Understood." Johnson rubbed his shiny bald head and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. He then turned around and yelled, "Brothers, get your weapons! It's time to work!"
"Get your weapons!" the other Barbarians shouted.
Under Johnson's lead, 35 Barbarians picked up their axes and charged towards the back of the convoy. The Barbarians' formation was messy. Even the new recruits of Calt who had undergone three months of training were more orderly than them. However, if one underestimated them, they would suffer a great loss.
"Thirty steps ahead, prepare your axes!"
"Throw freely!" The Barbarians were tall and long. Before the Kobolds, Goblins, and Gnolls could react, they were already 30 steps away. It was already too late for them to react.
A Gnoll who looked like a leader hurriedly commanded the monsters to attack. They did not think that a mere 30 humans would be a match for them. Their huge advantage in numbers had inflated their ego.
More than 30 hand axes flew into the crowd of monsters. The first one to be hit was a tall Gnoll. One of the hand axes hit its head, and the huge force almost cut its head in half. Half of the axe's blade had sunk into the gnoll's head. Even an ogre would not be able to withstand such a serious injury, let alone a gnoll.
Due to the close distance and the fact that the gnolls, goblins, and kobolds were standing close together, there was no time to dodge. The monsters in front were hit one after another. The luckier ones only had their limbs chopped off and fell to the ground, wailing in pain. The unluckier ones had their heads cut open and were sent back to the Underworld before they could even scream.
Two rounds of throwing axes stunned the monsters. At least a third of them died on the spot, and many more were injured. After two rounds of throwing, the Barbarians charged into the crowd of monsters. Equipped with new equipment, the Barbarians displayed their overwhelming strength against the wasteland monsters that looked like beggars.
Facing the wooden sticks and claws of the monsters, the Barbarians did not dodge at all. They charged straight at the Gnolls and Goblins.
The powerful force sent the Gnolls and Goblins flying. Some of the weaker ones had their chests caved in and blood gushed out of their mouths. Before they could land on the ground, they were already dead.
After sending the enemies flying, the Barbarians did not stop their charge. They raised their sharp axes and slashed at the monsters. The sharp blades cut through flesh like they were cutting through cloth. The wooden sticks and claws had no effect at all. The gnolls, goblins, and kobolds fell in rows as if they were mowing grass. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, dyeing the ground red.
This was especially true for the bald leader. He swung a battle axe the size of a millstone and drove a "windmill" into the crowd. Wherever he went, Gnolls, Goblins, and even Kobolds were all cut open. Behind him, a bloody path paved with broken limbs was left behind.
The heavy casualties scared the wasteland bandits out of their wits. The surviving bandits fled in all directions as fast as they could, afraid that they would be cut down by the Barbarians if they were too slow. The entire battle, from beginning to end, only took a few minutes.
The Barbarians chased after the bandits for a while before returning. The leather armor and axes slowed them down quite a bit. They could not catch up with the frightened bandits at all.
Next, the Barbarians began to clean up the battlefield. The axes Suhlen gave them were not disposable items. Each of them was made of fine iron and cost a Kinnar. Suhlen was not rich enough to throw away dozens of Kinnar in a single battle.
The wasteland bandits were as poor as ever. They did not have any spoils of war. It was a thankless task.
As soon as the battle ended, Suhlen received a system notification.
A glorious victory!
Your army has just won a battle. In this battle, you have obtained an item: Iron Ingot x1.
Battle Damage: 0; Enemy Annihilation: 87
Experience Gained: 576; Experience Gained: 300
The other attributes did not change, but the morale of the army rose from 85 to 100.
After the battlefield was cleaned up, Johnson came to report the results.
"Did anyone get hurt?"
"Boss, this equipment is amazing. Only two of us got some superficial wounds, but it's not a big deal. We're used to it," Johnson said excitedly as he patted the leather armor on his body.
"Did you pick up all the axes?"
"Yes, all of them."
Johnson and the other Barbarians were very careful with their weapons. These metal weapons were something they did not even dare to dream of. In the past, their tribe was similar to the bandits they had just defeated. The best weapon they had was a rusty axe. Now, they treated these weapons like family heirlooms.
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