Trash, a bunch of trash, several tribes can't even defeat a country bumpkin."
In the magnificent castle in the center of Calderira City, Morgan, the patriarch of the Malphite family, was completely out of his usual good mood.
Looking at the trembling servant kneeling on the ground in front of him, his mood became more and more depressed.
"Steve, you said Herbert is dead?"
After a while, Morgan took a long breath, relieved the anger in his heart, and looked at an old man beside him and asked.
"Yes, Patriarch Ansa and the others saw this with their own eyes.
With Ansa's reputation in the mainland, they shouldn't lie."
An old man wearing a black robe standing on one side said respectfully.
After listening to Steve's answer, Morgan stood there, thinking quietly After a while, he suddenly raised his head, looked outside the castle, and said something indifferently.
"Steve, can you let the backstabbers take action again?"
"Sorry, sir, you also know the rules of the assassination.
They only accept one commission for any target.
If the client dies before the target dies, they will no longer accept commissions for that target.
In their eyes, this way All people are favored by God.”
"Steve, I heard that he is allowed to participate in next year's Cavaliers Competition" "Yes, Chief" "Steve, send a message to Soryu" "As you command, patriarch."
Steve was shocked when he heard Morgan's order, and responded with a humble attitude.
"God favors him."
Looking at Steve's leaving voice, Morgan said coldly and softly, with a look of disdain on his face.
What kind of bullshit is God's blessing, you damn country bumpkin, even if you escape once, so what?
Next year's Cavaliers Competition will let you know that ants are still ants after all.
In the Khachid Mountains, a thick layer of sadness hangs over the Thunder Eagle tribe.
Some time ago, the clan leader listened to the instigation of Vernal of the Yage tribe and sent troops to attack a viscounty territory in the Empire of Thorns, but returned with a huge defeat.
A battle that had nothing to do with the tribe not only caused heavy death to the young men in the tribe, but also brought a deep crisis to the tribe.
After the defeat, time passed day by day, and the day for the barbarians to worship the mountain god at the traditional festival was getting closer and closer, but the tribe's supplies were getting less and less.
Zach was very worried at this time.
At this time, he had no intention of thinking about the Autumn Ceremony.
An imminent question was placed in front of him.
That is, there is not enough food in the tribe.
A war without any gain consumes a lot of food in an instant.
Now there is no way for the food storage in the tribe to last until next autumn.
"That idiot caused a whole lot of problems, and then he glared and ran away, leaving me here to clean up the mess."
In a large wooden house in the Thunder Eagle Tribe, Zach had a frown on his face, kicked aside the bench next to him, and said bitterly.
Ever since he came back from the Human Empire, that old bastard Zabi couldn't sleep.
As his younger brother, Zach took over the leadership of the tribe.
Originally this was a good thing.
He had always dreamed of sitting in this position before him, but this time, he strongly wanted to shirk this right.
Today's Thunder Eagle tribe can be said to be in troubled times The Thunder Eagle tribe has a population of over 200,000, and the death of more than 20,000 tribesmen is not a big deal.
But the most terrible thing is that in the previous battle, that bastard Zabi didn't know what evil he possessed.
He actually listened to Vernal's instigation and sold the family's food reserves to the combined tribal army.
Now, they have a lot of gold coins in their hands, but they have no food.
The supplies that hundreds of thousands of people sent out for the expedition almost consumed the tribe's harvest for a whole year, and the gold coins obtained now have no way to buy any more supplies from the Human Empire.
In the mountains, the most precious wealth of every tribe is food.
Without special circumstances, they will not sell the food stored in the tribe at all.
And because the roads in the mountains are rugged and supplies are scarce, there are almost no caravans coming over.
Gold coins are of little use in the mountains.
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Therefore, in the mountains, tribes mostly use barter when trading.
But being close to the border of the Empire of Thorns, they can still go to the Empire of Thorns every year and sell some valuable things in the mountains to nearby lords in exchange for gold coins to buy some supplies.
Therefore, the gold coins are somewhat useful and life is not very difficult.
But after this battle, they discovered that there was now a huge roadblock on the road to the human empire.
The Blood Wolf City built by the Wild Wolf family in the Annaba Plain was like a beast, entrenched at the throat of the tribe leading to the various human tribes, blocking all the caravans heading to the tribe.
Since that battle, no human caravan has been able to reach the tribe from Maple Leaf County.
Wild Wolf City and Blood Wolf City, like two ferocious beasts, have blocked the communication between their mountain people and the outside world.
And those human caravans coming from other directions will never climb mountains and wade to reach their Thunder Eagle tribe to trade with them.
Unless they are willing to trade with the orcs living in the wild highlands But the orcs were poorer than the barbarians.
They wanted to exchange some special products from the mountains with them for some daily necessities.
They didn't even think about it, let alone the useless gold coins.
"Chief Zac, the Autumn Ceremony is coming in ten days.
The clan members are all asking, will this year's ceremony still be held?"
Just when Zac was very upset, the door was pushed open, and an old woman The man came in and asked.
Hold a knitting festival.
People are starving to death, so why not hold a knitting festival?
When Zach heard the old woman's question, he couldn't help but think about it, but he would not say it to his face because the old woman in front of him was the priest of the tribe.
She had taken good care of him since he was a child, and she was also very respected by the tribe.
So he spread his hands, looked at the old woman with a wry smile, and said: "Hey, you also know the situation of the tribe now.
The tribe is short of everything now, except money.
If they can be used to hold celebrations, then Just do it” "" Hearing Zach's words, the old woman was speechless for a moment.
She knew the situation of the tribe very well, but the autumn celebration to worship the mountain god was the most solemn festival of the year for the barbarians, so it had to be held.
If you don't do it, you will anger the mountain god and make the tribe's life even more difficult in the coming year.
"Zach, can we trade with the Wild Wolf Family?
Didn't they also buy the stones and wood we sent before?"
After a while, the old woman suddenly said.
"Haha, how is this possible?
If they don't care, why didn't a human caravan come here?
Haha, the Monroe family," Zach said with a bitter smile.
At this time, when the old woman heard Zach's words, she stood there silently, and the room suddenly became unusually quiet.
Let’s trade with the Wild Wolf family again
If they were ordinary human nobles, it would be nothing.
Those greedy nobles have no position at all.
As long as they have enough benefits, they can sell their souls to the devil.
But they are the Monroe clan who have a clear distinction between love and hate.
In their dictionary, there are only two words: enemy and friend.
Unfortunately, their Thunderhawk tribe chose to become their enemies and lost.
Maybe at this moment, they are waiting for the tribe to be at its weakest, and then attack them in a big way In ancient literature, such things are not uncommon The reason why the orcs were driven to the desolate wilderness highlands was because in ancient times, they chose to be enemies of the Munro tribe.
The Orc Empire, which was at its peak for a while, was driven out of the fertile Maple Leaf Plains and the Bokara River Basin by the Munro tribe in just a dozen years, and finally managed to survive in the wild highlands.
If it weren't for that disaster, maybe there would be no orcs on this continent.
It can be said that that ancient disaster saved the entire orc race.
Thinking of this, Zach couldn't help but feel lucky.
Fortunately, due to that disaster, most of the Munro clan members were separated to the other side of the vast sea.
That terrible race just disappeared from everyone's eyes "Deng Deng" At this moment, rapid footsteps came from outside the house, breaking the silence.
"Clan leader, a knight from the Wild Wolf family came outside the tribe."
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"What, the knights of the Wild Wolf family, how many of them are here?"
Zach was shocked when he heard the soldier's report, and asked hurriedly before the soldier finished speaking.
"Head of the clan, a man came and asked us to give this to you."
The soldier said with some surprise, and at the same time handed over a broken short blade in his hand.
Looking at the short blade in the soldier's hand, Zach suddenly felt that it was so familiar, and couldn't help but hurriedly took the short blade from the soldier's hand.
Thai As soon as he took the short blade from the soldier's hand, he saw the words engraved on the short blade.
He suddenly became excited and hurriedly said to the soldier in front of him: "Where is he?
Please invite him in quickly."
"As you command, Chief."
"Wait a minute, I'll pick him up personally."
After saying that, Zach ran out quickly. sjgsf0916: