Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 347 Means
The frontal battlefield has become fierce, and the feints on both sides have also been faked because of the blood. The old barbarian with the ambition to die was the first to die cleanly, and the young and vigorous barbarian recruits were all teenagers. , was infected by the barbarian old man's determination to die, and followed his superiors to prepare for death.

Fortunately, the big shaman had already prepared and arranged some shamans to follow, so that the future of the tribe was not lost.

Of course, there are always some stunned youths who don't listen to persuasion and think that they will become the protagonists of the battlefield, what will happen to them?
To die is to die. Anyway, enough people have died, so it's not bad.

As for the frontal bloody battle, the great shaman has already decided to give up.

There is no way not to give up, because the barbarian soldiers do not have any position in the officer system, and although the leader of the tribe who takes the lead is the most able to fight in the tribe, it is not so much a leader as a double bonus red stick. , In this case, if you want to withdraw people, there is no command, no organization, it is simply a dream.

What's more, if you really want to take that step, these tribal fighters will not die, and there is no way to go.

Human beings can take in a stray dog, but it is impossible to take in a threatening wolf. What the big shaman has to do now is to pull out the wolf's minions and make it harmless and tame.

To put it simply, the great shaman betrayed the tribal warriors who were still fighting bloody battles, and was already preparing for surrender.

At the same time, the great shaman was also helpless. He longed for the victory of the tribe, and he didn't even mind burning his own soul, just for that glimmer of hope, but they chose the wrong opponent and buried themselves with their own hands.

Beicheng is definitely not a simple city, nor does it belong to the empire.

When the great shaman was young, he once traveled to the empire under cover of his identity. Thanks to his smaller body and smart mind compared to the barbarians in the north, he completed the tour very smoothly. Familiar, so he can feel that this city does not belong to the empire.

Aware of this, the great shaman decided to take the last step. Even if many warriors of the tribe would be sacrificed, at least the future would be preserved.

Thinking of this, the great shaman smiled wryly. His method was undoubtedly dirty, but it was the only thing he could do for the tribe.

When failure was a foregone conclusion, he had no choice.

Feeling the decrease in the intensity of the battle, Owen felt a little strange, until a shaman came to deliver a message at the south gate of the North City.

"Interesting, it seems that there are wise men among the barbarians in the Northland, but there are still some people doing tricks." Owen put down the letter of surrender sent by the great shaman, and said to Maya with a smile.

"That's right, the other party is very smart. He lured these barbarian tribes to Beicheng without even showing his face." Maya nodded and said calmly.

It will be a matter of time before the northern city is discovered by the barbarians going south, but because the barbarians in the north are all about going south, even if they are discovered by chance, it is difficult to gather so many barbarian tribes, but it will be different if someone specially guides them.

The barbarian tribe was unaware of this, only the old and sophisticated big shaman noticed something was wrong, so he wrote down his guess as a bargaining chip for surrender.

In fact, the opponent's operation was very simple. They released herds of beasts at fixed points, and easily led the barbarian tribes that relied on hunting to deviate from the southward route, and finally hit the North City, triggering the war.

"But this is obviously not the real method of the other party." Maya said after a short pause.

There are tens of thousands of barbarians in the north, and there are thousands of barbarian fighters alone, not to mention a large number of shamans and ancestor fighters. If they fight in the field, they are enough to fight off tens of thousands of imperial frontier troops.

But that's not enough. As a grand duke, Macaron would not be so naive, thinking that this barbarian can solve a well-established elf royal family.

The identity of Owen's elven royal family is no secret in the upper echelon of the empire. Attracting tens of thousands of barbarians from the north is a bit more serious as a temptation, but a little bit lighter as a means of destroying the enemy. This is completely inconsistent with the method of a grand duke.

"First, we connected the new northern nobles to attract our attention, and then attracted the northern barbarians as sharp knives. The tricks are good, but these are used by the other party to deceive people." Maya lightly shook the feather fan, holding a pair of wisdom beads The appearance of the man did not live up to the Zhuge Liang template on him at all.

"I'm afraid their real purpose is the sealed undead demigod." Maya clapped her hands lightly and pointed to the north.

"It just so happens that the entire Northland is in chaos of war, and there are killings and deaths everywhere, which is enough to speed up the recovery speed of the broken undead demigod, and at the same time provide the other party with materials to form an army of undead." Owen sighed, not expecting the other party's handwriting so big.

"This is in line with the status of a Grand Duke." Maya concluded the coffin of Grand Duke Macaron in one sentence, not caring whether he did it or not.

In fact, Owen doesn't care, because he wants to spread these speculations through black hands, whether it is true or not, anyway, he believes it, and other people also need a target to vent, and they don't care whether the other party is or not.

Many times when emotions get up, people need a channel to vent. As for whether it is a gas pipe or a sewer, they don't care.

Don't think that only the North City encountered the barbarian invasion. In fact, during the war between the two sides, the barbarians who went south had penetrated into the middle of the Northland, and it was also the area with the largest number of nobles in the Northland. After all, Owen was located too far away, and the development cost was too high. The competition in the border areas is fierce, and it is still difficult to break away from the control of the internal forces of the empire. Therefore, any ambitious new northern aristocrats will choose to build their own territory in the middle of the northern land, which is not far or near.

But no matter how ambitious they are, no one can escape the hordes of barbarians from the north, because the barbarians are the real aboriginals of the north, and with their strong strength, even those who run fast can save their lives , If you run slowly, there will be nothing.

Under the sweep of the northern barbarians, a large number of nobles in the northern land either died or lost their territories, and their population was either killed or plundered. The barbarians repeatedly ravaged.

Faced with this situation, the imperial frontier army, which had been idle for a long time, was rarely mobilized. A large number of idle soldiers were called up again, and they were given emergency training while paying salaries. Polished black and shiny, the entire border was mobilized to prepare for war.

Yes, it’s just preparations. I hope that the empire’s frontier army, which is almost abolished, will take the initiative to go to the sparsely populated northern land to find a decisive battle with the barbarians. Don’t be kidding, the troops who can’t hold on to the long-distance march should stop doing these difficult things. Just stay in the fortified city of Xiongguan and wait for the orders of the masters of the imperial capital. As for the nobles in the north who have suffered heavy losses, they can only express their sympathy first.

As for sending troops to help regain the territory, don't even think about it, that is, it is now clear that the enemy is a barbarian with obvious characteristics in the Northland, or else plant a few nobles in the Northland to beat the teeth.

It's true that the masters of the frontier army are all good-tempered.

(End of this chapter)