Eight hundred and thirty second chapter wise wolf adults
"Only the battlefield is the best place to experiment with these potions and collect information."
The voices of these believers are cold, and their behavior is more cruel than demons.
For the rulers, they could forcibly recruit soldiers after they died. It was just a matter of spending more gold coins, but territory was priceless, and they would not let go of any opportunity to expand their fiefdom.
The God's Potion sold by these believers is the next generation of the Devil's Potion. Its normal effect is similar to that of Fury, but the effect is better. If you use the breeze to throw another colorless and odorless mist-like potion into the battlefield, and drink the God's Potion
After contact with these guys, they will penetrate through the respiratory tract and cause a reaction, which will transform them into the most ferocious demonic monsters.
The Church of the Black Flame wants to conquer the Western Continent, and the supply of soldiers is a problem, so this potion is indispensable. It can turn other races into demon soldiers of the Black Flame indiscriminately.
"Dismiss the meeting and sell the God Potion to other forces as soon as possible. As for Downton, if he is killed, we will pick up his head for nothing. If he really captures Drankfur, he might become a pawn of the Black Winged King.
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Bishop Black Flame, who presided over the meeting, waved his hand and told the believers to disperse.
All activities of the church in the north are under the responsibility of Commander Black Winged Heavenly King, one of the Four Black Flame Kings, and Delankfurt was placed in the hands of this Black Flame Bishop.
"Downton? I didn't expect that a commoner back then would actually reach this point, the Scepter Steps? Tsk, tsk, how scary!"
The middle-aged bishop sat on a chair, holding his chin with one hand, looking at Downton in the crystal ball, showing a look of curiosity and regret. If he had been more persistent back then, he should be the strongest thug under his command now.
Already?
"The whole army attacks. Try your best to chase down the enemy!"
After issuing the order, Downton returned to Aoki Town. He still had many matters to deal with.
"Inform Abagon to launch a nationwide mobilization order. All males over the age of sixteen and under the age of fifty will be recruited into the army. Their monthly salary will be doubled!"
Every time Downton issued an order, Jackson immediately sent it out. This timid ghoul didn't dare to fight, but he was very good at handling official business.
"I used to be a government employee, and I had a lucrative job!"
Jackson's memory has been blurred, but every time he mentions it, he always looks sad and sad. He is like a poet full of stories.
Downton rolled his eyes at the nostalgic Jackson and continued working, but I have to say that this guy's horse photography is absolutely top-notch, with warm tea, dry towels, melodious harmonica tunes, and just the right amount of shoulder massage. It can always be done
Put these things next to Downton as soon as possible to help him relieve his fatigue and get a bit of relaxation.
In the evening, Su Ya and Batty, covered in blood, walked into the hall and reported the good news to Downton. The Northern Army was defeated and retreated fifty miles, with more than 6,000 dead and more than 10,000 prisoners.
Hutao came in from the outside with two glasses of juice, a straw in his mouth, and made a slurping sound.
"Hey, I just beat away some soldiers, what's there to be happy about?"
Hutao put the juice next to Downton. She curled her lips in disdain. She would come back in the afternoon to kill those soldiers. It was too boring.
"With our level, of course we have to deal with miscellaneous soldiers, so we'll leave the super beast to you."
Bati flattered Su Ya with a smile on his face, making Su Ya's mouth twitch. This tauren has less moral integrity than Abagong.
"snort!"
Little Walnut snorted proudly and accepted the compliment.
"Master, how's the loot? You killed a lot of people this time. You're going to bleed a lot, right?"
Thiessen stooped and walked into the room, nodding towards Su Ya and Batty as a greeting.
"Take your subordinates as scouts? You can't do that!"
Looking at his good friend Thiessen who had formed a deep friendship in the lava secret realm, Downton complained angrily, Krupp Giants, they are definitely the best offensive troops.
"I don't trust them if they do it!"
Thiessen shook his head and hesitated to speak.
Downton originally wanted to say that the barbarians were fine, but looking at the concern and worry in Thiessen's eyes, he suddenly understood that this Krupp was really thinking about himself and wanted to defend the Western Territory for himself, so he went out.
He believed that if the Western Army was defeated today, Thiessen would definitely make a desperate attempt to assassinate Blackbeard.
"I see."
Downton smiled and threw the juice glass towards Thiessen.
"Ha ha!"
Thiessen caught it and poured it into his mouth at once. He understood that Downton knew about his plan to assassinate the enemy commander.
This is a true friend, everything is in silence.
"Why are you laughing? Although we have captured the supplies of the Northern Army, we still can't feed the ogres. These guys are too good to eat."
Abagon walked in and complained to Downton.
Because of the great victory, Downton of course wanted to reward the three armies. These natives looked as if they had never eaten in eight lifetimes, eating so much that their bellies were as stretched as a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant.
"Master, we must reduce the supply to the natives. Those who are loyal can be given extra rewards. Otherwise, if you don't treat everyone equally, who will still be vying to be loyal to you?"
The goblin butler urged.
"Well, you can figure it out!" Downton nodded, "Where are the other worthless trophies?"
"The officers have valuables on them, but according to the rules of the battlefield, whoever grabs it belongs to you. The commander's belongings are yours, but the legendary ring has been damaged by you. It will cost more than a hundred to repair it.
Ten thousand gold coins, the hot sand scimitar is taken away by Jackson."
Abagon ignored Jackson's eyes and responded meticulously, "The most valuable crystal is on you. In addition, the gold tickets plus magic diamonds and other odds and ends total 220,000 gold coins!"
"Blackbeard is a commander after all. He's so poor!"
Jackson teased and changed the subject, but he found that Downton did not let him go.
"What do you want a machete for?"
Downton frowned.
"fighting!"
As soon as Jackson finished speaking, boos rang out from the whole room. His timid character and fear of death had already spread throughout the military camp.
"To keep up the facade, Master, how can your subordinates not have a legendary weapon?"
Jackson loves face very much, and a top-quality weapon is enough to intimidate many people.
"Forget it, just keep it if you want!"
Downton went underground and dug up the treasury of the dwarf empire, and gained a lot. Not only this scimitar, but also several personal guards, everyone has legendary weapons, especially Arnold's
The broken head and hundreds of pieces are the most valuable.
When he saw this warhammer, Arnold knelt down and declared his allegiance to Downton from generation to generation, becoming a retainer of his master's family.
Arnold is indeed affectionate and righteous. If it were another barbarian, he might as well have used the symbolic meaning of the broken head to gather the barbarians and become the leader of the tribe.
"Lord Xian Lang, please lead us to find a place of freedom?"
Suddenly there was a huge noise in the town, which shook the glass windows. Su Ya and Batty rushed out immediately.
"Let's go and have a look!"
Downton could tell that it was the ogre's voice and entered the hall. He saw a group of natives kneeling outside, pleading to Charlotte.
"What's going on? It feels like they regard you as their savior?"
Downton stood next to Xian Lang. Before he could finish his question, he was yelled at.
"Stay away from Master Xianlang!"
"You don't deserve to stand next to the Great Shaman!"
The natives looked furious, as if Downton was blaspheming her by standing next to Charlotte.
"Are you looking for death?"
Jackson jumped out immediately, pulled out his crossbow from behind, and cocked it with a click. He wanted to deal with these guys.
The natives didn't pay attention to Jackson at all, but no one dared to scold him anymore, because Thiessen and others took a step forward in unison, with stern expressions full of coercion.
"Blood Hammer. There is a hole in your brain. What's wrong? Are you going to rebel?"
Little Walnut hates others being rude to Downton.
"We have found Lady Xianlang. We will never be bullied by you humans again. She will lead us to freedom and civilization!"
The people who can stand here are all shamans from various indigenous tribes, people who are at the level of 'wise men', but now they are shouting as loudly as fanatic believers.
"Shut up!" Downton was so annoyed that he waved his hand and punched half of the hall to pieces, "Charlotte?"
"It's nothing, they got the wrong person."
Xia Luo's expression was dull.
"How can I admit my mistake? It was you who taught me words and how to communicate with nature. Without you, I would not have become a great shaman."
An old shaman, whose face was full of tears, knelt on the ground and looked at Xia Luo with a pious look on his face.
Downton believed that even if Charlotte asked this guy to die immediately, he would do it.
These shamans were all talking to themselves and talking about old things. In their descriptions, the reason why the tribe is what it is today is all because of Xia Luo.
"Blood Maul? Which one is this?" Downton teased, "You're not stupid enough to mistake Xia Luo for some kind of wise wolf, are you?"
"It's Lord Wise Wolf!" Bloodmaul corrected Downton, "In the Dragon Hills, Wise Wolf is a greater being than the goddess of nature, because it taught us indigenous knowledge that no one looked down upon and gave us hope!
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"Are you kidding? Sister Xia Luo is at most twenty years old, how can she teach you these old men?"
Xiao Hutao didn't believe it.
"Wise wolves don't age."
The shamans are simply frighteningly fanatical.
"When I was a child, I saw Master Xian Lang's face. I was able to step into dragon slaying before I was thirty, all because of Master Xian Lang's teachings!"
Bloodmaul had a nostalgic look on his face. Given the harsh environment of the Dragon Hills, where he lacked food and clothing, and had no resources, he relied purely on talent to advance to dragon slaying. He had really suffered a lot.
"You are talking about our mother!" Xia Luo pinched her eyebrows and said, "Please leave, we have to go back to do experiments!"
"Impossible, why do you look exactly like your mother?"
Some shamans question it, even if it is their biological daughter, they will be a little surprised.
"Has Master Xianlang forgotten his past memories?"
"Or is he reincarnated?"
"No matter what, Master Xianlang has reappeared. He must have heard our constant prayers day and night and came to save us!"
The shamans crept to the ground enthusiastically, took off the tribal totems they carried, placed them in front of Xia Luo, and presented her with the highest courtesy, "Please lead us to see the light again!" (To be continued.