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While Wu Qi was bandaging the injured Steel Barbarian, Olier and Tiger also came over.

The animal skins and leaves on their bodies were covered with blood, dripping to the ground.

In the battle just now, the five took the lead and fought at the forefront, and the barbarians who died at the hands of each of them were less than a hundred.

The wooden spears in his hand were broken several times, and the blade of the stone ax was also cut with pits and holes.

Everyone was more or less injured, but none of them were serious and did not affect their ability to move.

Among them, Olier's performance gave Wu Qi a great shock.

After receiving the horizontal knife that Wu Qi handed him, Olier seemed to be on the hook. It was a knife one by one, and the corpses of barbarians were chopped up all over the field.

With his saber skills, dexterous and quick movements, and his tossing and turning, none of the barbarians who approached could escape.

If the statistics are serious, the old man killed 80 to [-] barbarians!

And there is no injury at all!

Can you believe that this is an 87-year-old old man who is about to reach the age of [-]?
This kind of physical fitness can be possessed by a person of this age?
Can't even think about it!
Wu Qi's physical fitness is probably not even one-tenth of this old man's!
Such unreasonable things actually exist, it can only show that the seasoning of the steel barbarians is really against the sky.

They stood quietly on the side, watching Wu Qi treat and administer medicine to the wounded, without saying a word.

It wasn't until Wu Qi finished and stood up that Olier stepped forward and said with a smile: "I think this is the first time His Highness has seen such a scene, isn't it shocking?"

Wu Qi felt that everything about him could not be hidden from the old man's eyes, as if he could see through his thoughts.

"It's okay, I didn't feel anything before, but now I feel a little nauseous!"

Wu Qi glanced at the bloody stumps all over the battlefield. The stench and bloody smell filled the air, and a feeling of nausea and vomiting surged up from his stomach, making his brain dizzy for a while.

Wu Qi suppressed it hard, tears came out, and he finally felt better.

These savages hadn't bathed for many years. The mud on their bodies was ten centimeters thick, the long hair was matted, and the stench was unbearable.

Mixed with the bloody smell of a lot of blood, that smell is simply amazing!

"Your Highness is already very good. When Tiger and the others chopped off the barbarian's head for the first time, their face turned pale and their legs were so weak that they couldn't walk. If it wasn't for me, they would have been killed by the barbarian a long time ago." I gnawed until only the bones were left haha!"

Olier laughed loudly, and mercilessly exposed the scars of Tiger and the others.

The faces of Tiger and the others darkened immediately, uglier than crying.

"Grandpa Olier, I am the patriarch now, save me some face in front of the clan!"

Tiger touched the back of his head shyly, and whispered to Olier.

"What face do you save? Ask anyone in your crap family who doesn't know?"

Olier squinted at him, contemptuous.

"All right, all right! You are the uncle, you have the final say!"

Tiger didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly apologized.

This is an old man, don't mess with him!
There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the surrounding clansmen.

Tiger and the others were even more helpless!
Wu Qi also laughed lightly, and the feeling of vomiting in his stomach dissipated a lot.

"To be honest, I really want to thank you this time. If it weren't for this sword of yours, I really wouldn't be able to kill so many barbarians. This sword is really too sharp. I killed so many barbarians without rolling the blade. It’s really unbelievable, it’s hard to imagine what kind of blacksmith made such a sword?”

Olier offered Wu Qi's horizontal knife with both hands, his eyes were full of wonder and confusion.

Since he had never seen a horizontal knife before, he thought it was a strangely shaped sword.

The steel barbarians around also gathered around one after another, staring at Hengdao with wide-eyed amazement.

They saw the battle just now. Olier held the sword, and killing the barbarian was as smooth as chopping melons and vegetables. The hard body of the barbarian was in front of the sword, and it could not stop him at all. Did not play.

They have never seen such sharp iron!

Old Bell looked at Heng Dao with an expression full of worship and admiration!
He is the only man in the clan who can forge iron, and he understands the difficulty of forging such a sword better than anyone else.

This is not only a question of craftsmanship, but also a question of materials.

He also touched this sword just now, and he is very sure that this sword is definitely not pure iron, and it must be mixed with other metals that he does not know.

This led to the terrifying hardness of this sword!

Of course, being able to make such a hard metal as thin as a leaf is a remarkable thing in itself.

In any case, this sword is the top of the top, the king of the kings.

None of the great nobles on the mainland who have been passed down for thousands of years may have such a sword!

Wu Qi looked at the reaction of the crowd and murmured in his heart: "Forge master? Does machine tool count? Does hydraulic machine count? Very rare? Do you believe that you can press 1 in one minute? I'm afraid it will scare you to death!" "

"Since you like it, old man, I will give you this sword!"

Wu Qi generously sent the sword out. Although it was not cheap, it was really useless to him.

With his skill, he basically bid farewell to this sword!

It is more fragrant to hide in the dark and poke cold arrows!

All the steel barbarians were stunned!
It is no exaggeration to say that if such a sword is placed on the mainland, it will definitely cause a bloodbath, and the forces of all parties will fight for it.

A sword is equal to a noble title!
Wu Qi just gave them the Steel Barbarian?

Everyone looked at Wu Qi in disbelief!

Olier also froze in place, his expression fluctuating, and he looked at Wu Qi fixedly, without saying a word!

When Wu Qi was watching, his heart was a little hairy, and when he finally looked up to the sky and sighed: "God's will! All this is God's will!"

Ok?
Why did it get involved in the will of God?
Wu Qi didn't turn his head around.

All I saw was that Olier stepped back suddenly, his knees softened, and he knelt down heavily towards Wu Qi!

Tiger and other steel barbarians behind them gasped when they saw this, their eyes were full of disbelief!
"Your Majesty!"

Olier's heavy voice exploded, and Tiger and the others looked at each other, but still obeyed Olier's words, and knelt down on Wu Qi's knees!

Then, the men and women of the steel barbarians knelt down one by one.

Even Xiaocao knelt at Wu Qi's feet devoutly.

"Under the witness of God, I swear to you!"

"From now on, your will is the will of Steelman!"

"Your voice is the voice of Steel Man!"

"Your footprints are the footprints of Steelman!"

"In this life, from generation to generation, in the name of Steel Man."

Olier lowered his head, every single word was deafening!

"I worship you as king!"