Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!
Chapter 740 - 233 The Witch's Skirt Hem, Blame It on Your Woman Being More Flavorful (10k)

"What a pity, these guys didn't even consider dragging things out a little, which is completely different from the carefree nature of the barbarians we're used to seeing."

Kael snorted lightly; in his memory, barbarians were troublemakers in every sense of the word, a rabble perfectly suited to the term 'unorganized masses.'

Before the Bone Eater emerged and united the tribe into a cohesive whole, genuinely beginning the transition from nomadic life to civilization, the laxness within the tribe was suffocating.

Without leadership, without literacy, without concentrated power to break through solid rock, and although their locust-like reproductive rate gave them certain advantages in some domains, expecting them to be strong...

Even barbarians didn't believe that.

What Kael was more curious about was, what exactly had caused such a significant shift in the tribe's stance toward the Duchy of Lancaster, or, to put it another way, the Bell Federation.

Don't be fooled by the horde of barbarians in the tribe; they handled matters very pragmatically.

The Totems had managed to survive within the tribe even after losing the high ground of mainstream faith on the continent not just through sheer power, but also because these Totems truly dared to lend their strength to barbarians!

The system that ruled over Frenzy, combined with the Protection granted by Totems, couldn't make barbarians transcend other professions as the NO1 tier, but at least it ensured they were quite capable at the mid to low levels.

Their fists and feet were honed through battles with wild beasts on the northern wastelands, and with the Protection from Totems, their already significant bodily and strength Attributes became even more extreme; once Frenzy took over their minds, they completely lost it.

But they were only mad, not dumb.

They were willing to go mad because barbarians saw clearly that for each nation, the core utility of barbarians was to act as suicide trucks.

That is to say, before they blew themselves up, barbarians still had value to be leveraged.

Similarly, barbarians worshipped Totems because Totems could offer them High-dimensional Protection, and even on a whim, provide them with formidable strength.

The barbarians had nothing to lose and hence, in this regard, they truly didn't mind being used.

What they feared more was becoming utterly worthless.

Could normal people not be afraid of barbarians who could instantly become "Horse Hunters" at the drop of a hat?

Of course, that was not possible.

There were simply too many loose cannons among the barbarians, just like expecting to find an innocent ingenue in the entertainment industry only to end up gaining another collapsing idol instead.

Although not every barbarian was a Madman, that became the public perception of them as a group.

And now, these good-for-nothings actually seemed to be banding together?

"How many barbarians are stationed in Lancaster Swamp?"

Kael inquired.

Aister replied without a second of thought: "Twenty-four thousand three hundred twenty... Now twenty-four thousand three hundred and one."

Kael sat on a distant hill, his expression calm.

After extracting a bunch of somewhat useful intel from the brain of that Frenzied barbarian, he decisively sent him on his way with his Rangers.

Back then, the Frenzied barbarian had said there were over nine thousand of them, and now the enemy count had jumped to over twenty thousand.

This could be partly due to the Frenzied barbarian's poor math skills, and also the tribe was continuously bolstering this invading barbarian alliance with reinforcements.

While it would be difficult for the average person to tally completely, with the intel support from Wandong City and Aister's collaborative computation, it took less than a second to reach a precise conclusion.

"How many Rangers and Elf Rangers have been pulled in?"

"Discounting those who still need to assist each location, we can squeeze out 1,233 Rangers and 893 Elf Rangers."

"Did you include the border Rangers stationed in Lancaster Swamp?"

"I've calculated them all together."

"No big deal, on average each Ranger or Elf Ranger needs to take down about 11 people."

If this were a modern war, someone would immediately object:

"We can't fight this war, the enemy outnumbers us by more than eleven to one; the advantage is not ours!"

But now, as Kael watched that group of barbarians, his heart remained utterly unmoved.

"Aren't you worried that your private army will encounter problems?"

A crisp voice rang out, and Kael looked up at the speaker.

The witch sat leisurely on a Magic Wand, appearing carefree as if she were a young witch about to embark on a spring outing on her Magic Broom.

"Sister Franca, your skirt is showing..."

Kael looked at the witch helplessly, as she wore a teasing expression and said nonchalantly:

"On purpose, oh! After all, one day I will catch your big tail and pluck it clean, consider this a little early benefit for you!"

Saying that, she paused, slightly lifted her skirt, revealing the Absolute Domain beneath her black magic skirt that ordinary people couldn't see, and playfully stuck out her tongue, lightly running it over her teeth and lips as if savoring something.