The sunset is like a fire, the night wind has taken away the last trace of heat during the day, and the weather has cooled down!
Downton and Arnold stared at each other for a long time, while their men and horses stared at each other without giving in.
These ogres can stand out from nearly 2,000 people. Naturally, they are all elites. At least they are not afraid of death and dare to kill and fight. Coupled with their burly bodies, they have a fierce momentum.
They knew that they represented their master's face, so they straightened their backs more and more. They were not stupid. Judging from Downton's attitude, these people might join the master's army, and their status would definitely not be the same.
That also means different treatment.
"We must fight!" Dwayne Johnson was holding a mace and sitting on a war bear. He looked fierce and looked like he was looking for someone to devour.
The barbarians stared back unwilling to show weakness. These guys came from polar tribes where survival was difficult, and they had developed the habit of being tough, because showing weakness meant starvation and death. Only those who were ruthless enough could survive.
Rosicky ignored the tense atmosphere and looked increasingly happy as he watched the barbarians coming out of the dense forest.
"Warriors, these are real warriors."
The tall figure, the plump and muscular muscles, the heavy Viking battle axe, the bloodstains on his body, and the sharp eyes like a blade, no matter what, they are eye-catching.
Rosicky didn't know that these barbarians had walked through the frozen soil of the North. In that extreme area, even ordinary physiques, let alone weak and sickly bodies, had long been eliminated. The remaining ones were all strong in body and tough in will.
warrior.
After receiving funding from Downton, Arnold gathered more than a dozen companions. He was unwilling to go to the master just like that, because he knew the status of barbarians in the human country, which is synonymous with bandits. With this strength, he felt
The master didn't think highly of him, so he decided to return to the tribe.
A dozen companions turned pale when they heard this. They really didn't want to go through that kind of hell again, so Arnold could only return alone.
His idea is very simple. As long as he crosses the Great Wall, even if he hides in the hills and becomes a bandit, it will be ten times better than life in the tribe. There are more people and more power. If Downton doesn't want him, he can take him with him.
People make a living in the hills.
The tribe's life was really hard. This year, they were unlucky enough to encounter a polar cold wave. They couldn't even collect all the fish for the winter. They had no choice but to starve to death. Arnold appeared, and the young people did not hesitate.
Follow him out to explore.
Arnold had the experience of crossing the frozen soil of the North twice. Under his command and the team's adequate preparation, less than 600 people died this time.
"Six hundred people!" Downton's mouth turned bitter as he looked at Arnold happily recounting his experience. Six hundred lives had fallen into the frozen soil. This was truly a path of blood dripping with life.
"Boss, you won't want us, will you?" Arnold finally couldn't bear it and asked. At the same time, he looked at Downton with fear.
To be honest, if there is a place where they can live a stable life, who would be willing to be a bandit? Why didn't Arnold go to Downton directly? Instead, he risked his life to attack two mercenary groups, not for the sake of record and proving his own strength.
value.
"Of course not. From now on, if you have something to eat from me, you won't be hungry." Downton patted Arnold on the shoulder, "Let's go back to Chenwu Town."
"Boys, let's go!"
Arnold's face flushed with excitement, Downton was indeed worth relying on.
"Arnold, I must remind you that Downton is in big trouble now, and there is a 90% chance of death." Rosicky put on a bad face. He wanted to determine the true intentions of these barbarians.
"What do you mean? Do you think we will abandon him?"
Arnold frowned, almost ready to take action if they disagreed.
"No, I want you to understand Downton's situation and don't think that he has lied to you." Rosicky talked eloquently, even if he was receiving hundreds of hostile looks, he didn't care at all.
"If we were afraid of death, we wouldn't take action."
Arnold's righteous words are actually a little thoughtful.
The recent big event in Frankfort is Downton, who was born as a commoner, versus the Duke of the West. Arnold has heard about it a long time ago. With his identity, he can only bet on Downton to win, because no one except him looks down on the barbarian. If he wins
By becoming the Duke of the Western Territory, our compatriots can live here legitimately and even be allocated a piece of land that can be cultivated.
"We are barbarians, we will destroy those ogres."
Barbarians are very proud. Because of their bloodline and geographical relationship, among humans, these guys are natural warriors and can be said to have the highest combat effectiveness.
"I believe in you, and I will not treat you badly. When we conquer the Western Region, I will allocate land to you according to your military merits."
Downton immediately gave his promise, and he still used barbarian language. With Homer here, a spell that understands the language can solve the problem.
The savages were excited, howling to vent their emotions, hearing Downton's pure Arctic accent, and getting closer to him.
These savages don't have many tricks up their sleeves. If Downton were more subtle, people wouldn't understand him at all, so he might as well go straight to the point.
Land, wife and children, and a warm home, this is what the barbarians pursue.
"How many people are you here in total?" Rosicky looked at the dense crowd of people and frowned. It was really stinky.
The barbarians don't bathe all year round, and their faces are tattooed with the blood and dye of prey. Oh, and there are also those short and pitiful leather pants, and a bunch of muscles~ The sticks are dangling in front of the eyes, which makes the prince born
Rosicky really couldn't adapt.
Downton didn't adapt to it either, but he suppressed the urge to vomit, otherwise the relationship would definitely have cracks.
"There are only 867 people left now." Arnold sighed, realizing that more than half of his companions had died by now.
"How many of them are magicians?" Rosicky was very calm. No matter how strong the ordinary barbarians were, they couldn't defeat the magicians.
"Four hundred and twenty-six!"
"What?"
Arnold reported a number, which shocked everyone.
"Goddess, did I hear you correctly? More than four hundred? Doesn't that mean it will sweep across the entire Western Territory?"
"What the hell, have you forgotten how many magicians Count Sequoia brought? This time alone, the number will exceed a thousand."
Johnson rolled his eyes and struck Arnold.
"What levels are they at?" Rosicky did not pay attention to this verbal dispute, but continued to ask. He found that with this new force, his side had no chance of winning.
"Most of them are soul level, there are more than fifty people in the war level, and there are only about ten in the judgment level." Arnold was very embarrassed, "You know, we are too poor. We can't get the resources to advance to the level."
"The physical talent of barbarians is indeed outstanding!"
Downton sighed with emotion, and then felt relieved. How could the barbarians who had the courage to hike through the frozen soil of the North be just trash? Even those ordinary ones might become magic users as long as they had sufficient resources.
The barbarians followed behind, all looking at Downton, and all kinds of comments came out one after another. Of course, some of them were contemptuous.
These guys are very arrogant, and it takes more than a few words to convince them, but Downton has no intention of standing up to them in a duel.
When the firebird returned and landed on Downton's shoulder, the barbarian's eyes became more awe-inspiring. Being able to get a super beast as a demon servant, the boss's strength was certainly not bad.
Downton returned to Morning Mist Town with nearly a thousand barbarians, and shocked the townspeople again.
"Isn't the Mayor a Templar? Why are all his subordinates of different races?"
"Shh. Stop talking nonsense."
The townspeople did not dare to come out and just wanted this war to end as soon as possible.
"These will all be our subordinates from now on?" Hu Tao smiled broadly, took out a handful of toffees and handed them to Arnold, "Do you still remember me?"
"Remember, little princess."
Arnold was very respectful.
"You guys wait, I'll find someone to cook." Hutao ran away in a hurry. "Abagong, hurry up and arrange a sumptuous dinner."
Elaine and Celes also came, reserved and not rude, and greeted Arnold.
When the barbarians entered a human town for the first time, they were curious about everything. Especially when the two girls appeared, they were all dumbfounded.
"so beautiful!"
"Can I propose to them?"
"That's the boss's sister. If you don't want to die, go ahead."
The barbarians were talking a lot. When Elaine came to her side, they immediately stood up and laughed. They were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do.
"How did you get hurt?"
Elaine helped them treat and comfort them at the same time. Having received an orthodox priestly education, she was very skilled in these tasks.
If there was any resistance and worry among the barbarians towards the new environment and new boss before, it all disappeared because of Elaine's actions.
"Goddess above, nearly a thousand barbarians? Where did Downton get the strong support?" Andrea exclaimed, thought for a moment, but still did not come forward. With her status, she might steal Downton's limelight.
, she didn’t want to make both parties unhappy.
"Downton, I still underestimated you!"
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, Melissa was shocked from ear to ear as she looked at the barbarians sitting on the ground in the square, eating and drinking. Is Downton the embodiment of miracles? Barbarians have always been unruly and conflicted with human beings.
, what method did he use to make these natives follow him wholeheartedly?
"Abagon, we must take good care of them. By the way, the weapons in the armory can also be put down." Downton thought that those standard armors of the Saint Jutland Empire would have been gathering dust for several years, but he did not expect to send them now.
It's been put to use.
"Have you considered it? With those armors, Polusna's secrets are very likely to be leaked." Rosicky frowned, "When the empire comes to visit, even the king will not be able to protect you."
"I can't just let the barbarians wear a pair of leather pants to fight just to keep it secret, right?" Downton shook his head and put on those armors, which reduced the casualty rate by at least 80%.
"You're right!" Rosicky was silent. The lives of soldiers were more important than anything else. Besides, the equipment could be used as burial objects or other excuses to fool them.
Although there was no harassment from Downton, the two mercenary groups did not dare to be careless. In order to reduce the losses caused by the harassment, they marched quickly and arrived at Chenwu Town early the next morning.
"I'm going to raze this town!"
The leader of the savage group smiled ferociously, while the other leader said nothing and looked at everything in front of him in silence. (To be continued...)