Pendor Empire In Other Worlds

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The time for Vanskerry's guards to return to Leiden Village was two days before Lothar.

It stands to reason that after finding the target, the speed of return should be very fast.

But after finding the barbarian tribe, these jealous soldiers did not return directly, but tried to continue their investigation.

As a result, during the search, it was discovered by a hunting team.

A hunting squad is naturally not an opponent of four, but the place where it was found is not far from several small tribes.

So, under the pursuit of hundreds of barbarians, these people embarked on a journey of fleeing.

In order not to lead the barbarians to the village of Leiden, which was still preparing, Simuller took the team and circled a large circle. Only then got rid of the tracking and returned here safely.

It is safe, but it is not safe and sound.

The four elite fighters, each with some minor injuries, had only two guns left, and the chain armor had more damage.

But looking at the appearance of a few guys, I was very happy with the series of battles.

"Although the workmanship is very rough, it is indeed ironware."

Lothar reached out and picked up the mace brought back by the guards, looked at it for a while and said.

The main body of this mace is made of wood, only covered with a thick layer of iron on the top, inlaid with more than forty messy nails.

Although it is inferior to the Lion Knight Mace, its power is conceivable.

Especially when it is held in the hands of a strong barbarian warrior.

"More than that, Lord Lothar."

Simuller added: "In the valley where we found a large number of barbarians, almost every barbarian had a metal weapon.

Most of these metal weapons are similar to this kind of rods, but the material is not all iron. From the outside, they should be made of bronze. "

"Hmm..." Lothar hugged his chest and muttered for a moment, then asked.

"So in other words, do these savages already have a certain level of civilization?"

"This, I'm not sure."

Simul replied hesitantly.

"It can't be wrong. The tribe that can gather more than 5,000 people must form a management system. Otherwise, it is estimated that even the acquisition of food will cause the entire camp to collapse."

In contrast, Lothar was more certain.

"It's just that, the situation is even more difficult.

The number of barbarians you found alone has reached more than 10,000. I am afraid that the final total will exceed 30,000.

There are more than 30,000 men, even if only half of them are barbarian males, their combat strength will exceed 15,000, not to mention barbarian females are also good combat power.

Although in terms of numbers, it is still not as good as twenty years ago, a force with a preliminary civilization can be compared to a simple, scattered sand-like ‘barbarians’, and it’s too difficult to deal with. "

With a force of 15,000, even if Lothar could open up, he felt that his chances of winning were slim.

Although he can recruit Fieldsway soldiers through the system, he has only one village territory at the moment, and it takes a long time to accumulate troops.

And it costs dinars to recruit and upgrade soldiers. Once the ties with Qatar City were severed, Lothar would not be able to recruit enough troops to defeat his opponents only by relying on the weekly output of the Quigfen store.

Of course, this is all based on the fact that he alone fights against a hundred times the enemy.

In fact, Lothar is not very worried at the moment.

After all, the sky is falling, and there is still a tall man against it.

As the most powerful force in the Principality, the Grand Duke would not watch the situation in Qatar's leadership eros.

"Okay, I already know the situation. Thanks for your hard work, go down and take a good rest. Later, you will be rewarded according to your merits."

"There, it is our pleasure to serve you."

The four of them cheered up all at once. It doesn't matter whether the reward is rewarded or not, the important thing is that Lothar's affirmation.

Lothar nodded and continued to speak to the four who turned to leave.

"After the break, go to Zhaiqiang to help. In addition, I have to write a review of the 4D words to me, and I will let the clerk prepare paper and pen for you."

"Remember, if the review is not thorough, you will keep moving wood for me until the war begins."

"No."

The four happy people looked at Lothar incredulously like being struck by thunder.

However, Lothar's solemn eyes made their aura drop to the lowest level, and left dejectedly after being ordered.

Although these guys did well in the reconnaissance mission, the blind arrogance in the process is an unforgivable mistake. Lothar will not give up punishment because of their merits.

The most fundamental purpose of punishment is to correct mistakes.

Next, Lothar wrote letters to Count Ostard and Viscount Tiste, informing him of the results of the reconnaissance.

Of course, some necessary artistic processing is still needed.

For example, Lothar did not write about the discovery of thousands of barbarian camps. Because the two upper-level nobles would not believe in Leiden Village, who had the ability to conduct reconnaissance in the hills.

In addition, the number of small tribes can be appropriately increased, and the population can also be increased.

Anyway, it is enough to convince them that this is a large-scale invasion.

In order to strengthen the persuasiveness, Lothar also entrusted the messenger with the rough mace to hand it over to Count Ostard.

But in the end, even Lothar didn't expect much of the effect.

...

Two days later, Simuller and the others discovered the largest barbarian camp.

The 43-year-old "senior" Oyaduan sat on a huge wooden chair, dressed in armor made of large pieces of iron, and stared at a tribal leader who was kneeling on the ground with cold eyes.

"In that case, haven't those little boys found yet?"

The barbarian's language originally had a roaring tone. As for the angry Oya, the loud noise made the ears of the other leaders humming.

However, not only did everyone present not dissatisfied because of this discomfort, they looked more enthusiastically towards their common master.

Oya, the barbarian's words are strong. Because of his militant character, he was called a madman by the tribe~www.readwn.com~ and now he is the man who unified all the tribes of the Mao Moruo barbarians.

The kind of unity that wipes out all disobedient tribes.

I have to say that there are indeed some individuals with extraordinary talents in life, and Oya is one of them.

Now forty-three years old, he participated in the war with the Principality of Perth 20 years ago.

Not as a small pawn, but as one of the best warriors from many barbarian tribes.

In the war that year, he confronted the regular army of the Principality and killed nearly 20 soldiers.

This duchy was the only one among the barbarians who were slaughtered by one side.

It can be said that his physical fitness is placed around the Principality of Perth, which is considered the most top-notch.

But even for such a warrior, facing the army, he just ended up dying to escape.

However, this is also the beginning of his career.