Eight hundred and nineteenth chapter indigenous riots
"Eh? No, why does this guy want to land?"
"What are you waiting for? Kill him. I've long wanted to eat eagle meat."
"Say, the scout's head is worth a lot of gold coins, right?"
The natives jumped up and surrounded each other like scavenging vultures eyeing delicious food. As for why the opponent landed in a camp full of enemies, their poor brains were too lazy to think about it.
"Someone, take me to see your supreme commander!"
Downton didn't pay any attention to these men who were eyeing him. He put away the Holy Snow Falcon and walked towards the center of the town. Generally, the headquarters should be in the center of the camp because the defense is the strongest.
The ogres winked at each other and ignored Downton's words. Then they roared and swarmed forward waving their broken war hammers.
These guys were so poor that they picked up all their weapons. Some even used maces ground from whole tree stumps, with at most a few sharpened stones tied to them.
Even if Abagong had enough wealth at his disposal, he would not be able to buy military supplies to arm them in a short period of time. This is a matter of background.
"Haha, the head is mine, go to hell!"
An ogre with a face full of scars, taking advantage of his height and long legs, rushed to Downton first, swung his warhammer and hit him on the head.
In the Dragon Hills, you can judge whether a native is strong by looking at his weapons. If you can get iron items, you will definitely be a strong warrior born in battle.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
The surrounding natives shouted and cheered for these people. In their view, this was a cat-and-mouse feast.
Downton did not dodge or dodge, he exerted force with his feet, and suddenly he sprinted close to the Scarfaced Ogre and punched him hard.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Downton's fist could not be seen at all. They could only see an afterimage of the war hammer flying away, and then hitting Scarface's chest.
When Scarface fell straight down, rolled more than 20 meters away, and smashed into a wall, the sound of wind tearing through the air with his fist came roaring.
"How can it be?"
"Isn't that too exaggerated?"
"Is he the pinnacle of judgment?"
The natives were all dumbfounded. Even those who were about to attack Downton stopped in shock. Scarface was at the fifth level of the Judgment, and he was knocked over instantly by one punch!
Downton took a step forward, and with the sound of footsteps, the natives surrounding him all retreated.
"What are you afraid of? Let's go together and release the demon servant. The pile will kill him. Even that eagle mount can be sold for a lot of gold!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly to boost morale.
Some of the natives who had retreated looked ferocious again, but before they could attack, they were suppressed by a roar.
"Are you gathering a crowd to cause trouble again? Who is taking the lead? Stand up for me and tell everyone else to get out, or don't blame me for being rude!"
Ogre Johnson came over aggressively with a group of men. He held a riding crop and whipped it at anyone he saw. He created a passage and then saw Downton standing on the street.
"Master? Why are you here?"
The Ogre leader, nicknamed Dwayne Johnson, was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and said, "Get out of here, don't you hear me?"
"I can't come?"
Downton frowned slightly because he noticed that Johnson's expression was unnatural. And his behavior was wrong. When the loyal master comes, no matter what the reason, he should allow his subordinates to see him instead of driving them away. To say this
This guy has no second heart, and even the dead don’t believe it.
"No, this is the master's western territory, so naturally you can come here at any time!"
Johnson patted the horse, trying to force out a smile, but he saw the ogres looking at him, and he didn't want to lose face, so his expression was extremely awkward.
"Take me to Celes!"
Downton's guess was correct. Dwayne Johnson had no intention of rebellion, but he planned to fight against each other. For more than a year, as the leader of the Ogre Corps, he had been dealing with the hilly natives, relying on the information provided by Abagon.
Materials can be regarded as enjoying the prestige of being a master.
Due to the existence of racial conflicts, the natives do not trust humans at all. Although they temporarily surrendered due to material issues, they spent most of their time under Johnson's management, so they naturally regarded him as their boss. As for who the Duke of the West is,
They don't care.
In the past, Johnson only had a few dozen subordinates, and he dared to be a bandit, burning, killing, and looting. He was very courageous. Now that he is in charge of nearly 6,000 powerful indigenous people, he naturally has new ideas.
"I am now at the Judgment level, and with so many troops, there is no chance of a fight!"
Johnson followed Downton and stared at his neck unconsciously. He clearly remembered that before his master left, he was only at the second level of the ruling.
"Are there flowers on my head? You are fascinated by it!"
Downton joked.
"No!"
Johnson lowered his head.
"Master, are you back?"
Jackson, who was wearing a tight-fitting hunting suit, was the first to run out of the mayor's hall, followed by Quasimodo. As Downton's servants, they have soul resonance with their masters. As long as they enter a certain range, they can sense each other.
The presence.
"Master, I miss Jackson so much!"
The ghoul also slid to his knees, crawled to Downton's feet, and kissed his boots with a pious expression. Quasimodo was more disciplined and saluted more like a soldier.
Downton wanted to test Jackson's strength and punched him. As a result, the guy instinctively shrank his neck, but did not hide and prepared to fight hard.
"What level is it? Have you been lazy during the time I was away?"
Downton stopped his hand angrily and lightly kicked Jackson on the butt.
"Hey, I've been promoted to Judgment. Quasimodo is more powerful and is already at the peak of Judgment level. It's going to accumulate more strength and then attack the Dragon Slayer!"
Jackson nodded and bowed before reporting.
"Downton, are you back?" Celes rushed out of the hall, crying with joy and threw herself into Downton's arms, "Wow, you are finally back!"
"Um!"
Downton touched Celes' hair and said, "Thank you for your hard work during this time!"
Hearing these words, Celes felt that the hardships she had endured were worth it. The enemy army was approaching and Elaine was not around. She had the highest status, so Abagon naturally asked her for advice on everything.
The Death Banshee wanted to keep Downton's legacy, but she had never experienced anything like this before, so she was exhausted both physically and mentally and lost several pounds.
"Okay, let's go inside and talk!"
Downton patted Celes on the back and signaled her to let go of him.
"Um!"
Only then did Celes realize that her breasts were close to Downton's, and she felt his hot breath on her face. Her neck suddenly became flushed, and she felt extremely embarrassed and shy. She lowered her head and held up two fingers.
They were twisted together habitually.
Snapped!
Celes kicked her toes on the steps and almost tripped.
"careful!"
Downton gave Celes a hand and told Jackson, "Report all the information you collected about the enemy and our troop deployment."
"A hilly native regiment composed of ogres, bugbears, and a small number of gnolls. The number is five thousand, a human regiment of one thousand, the orc foreign regiment of one thousand, and the barbarian regiment of one thousand."
Jackson curled his lips and complained loudly, "Not to mention the small number of troops, the morale is also extremely low. More importantly, those ogres are not obedient at all."
"Didn't I ask you to train them?"
Downton looked at Quasimodo as he left. This was the indigenous chief instructor.
"Soldiers are more expensive than more. The ogres are too big. Arming one requires too many resources, so I only focused on training a thousand people!"
There was nothing Quasimodo could do, there was too little time. This was because the ogre itself was of good quality. If it were a human, it would not even reach the level of being able to go on the battlefield in just one year.
"Can you guarantee loyalty?"
Downton walked into the room and found that it had been arranged like a war room. A map of Nuo Da was hung on the wall.
"Can!"
Quasimodo patted his chest and assured that he did not understand the subtext of his master, but Jackson gave Johnson a vague glance.
"Drink tea!"
Celes was as happy as a little swallow, serving tea and water to Downton.
"Where's Thiessen and Bones?"
Downton sat at the main seat and waved, "Don't be formal, you all can sit down."
Johnson subconsciously wanted to sit down. In the past year, as the leader of the indigenous people, he has been sitting while others stood. Now he suddenly changed his identity. He was very uncomfortable, but when he saw Jackson and Quasimodo both standing at attention
Behind the scenes, it reacted and immediately stood up straight.
"Thyssen went to the front line to investigate the enemy's situation, and Bones worked overtime in the dungeon to assemble the abomination."
Jackson found the battle report and put it in front of Downton. "There were no large-scale battles. There were only a few small-scale conflicts, but they were blocked by Quasimodo and Thiessen and their men."
"If you have any ideas, just tell me!"
Downton was flipping through the battle reports and giving instructions, gesturing for everyone to be more casual.
"Master, although there is no shortage of food and clothes, there are not enough weapons and armor. You can't let us fight with wooden sticks and stone mallets, right?"
Johnson complained.
"You are in charge of the natives. Why are they basking in the sun instead of training? When I came in, I saw that all the people on duty were barbarians!"
Downton questioned.
"These guys are difficult to control. I spent a lot of time to get them to obey."
Johnson wanted to say more, but was interrupted.
"I don't want to listen to excuses, I only look at the results." Downton looked directly into Johnson's eyes, "If you want weapons, you must show corresponding results!"
"Master, as long as they are armed, I promise to lead them to charge first and repel the enemy for you."
Johnson patted his chest and assured.
"I'm afraid you're taking them with you to rebel, right?"
Jackson sneered.
"what do you mean?"
Johnson questioned.
"Hmph, you understand." Jackson pointed to the door, "What's going on with those ogres? These lazy guys don't take the initiative to stand guard!"
"Of course it's for the master's safety, just to show off!"
Johnson has lived in a human country, so he is easier to talk than those pure natives.
"Why do I see murderous intent in their eyes?" Jackson reminded, "Master, you have to be careful, this guy has changed!" (To be continued...)