Warhammer Wizard

Above the airship, Ren saw Sicarius talking happily.

He did not listen with the sound of all things, but he could see the patriarch Marius's expression constantly changing, severe, solemn, surprised, doubtful, etc., asking Sicarius some questions from time to time, and couldn't help it. Looking up at the airship, his eyes are very complicated.

"The original body... Mordu... Wezeland... Earl of Glamorgan, boss... Rambo's Spear... Fire Dragon..." Some words came out of Sicarius.

Next to Marius, the other Macurags let out a cry of exclamation.

But Marius frowned.

Ren saw that his soul color was changing rapidly, like a big dye vat. There was excitement and shock, but more hesitation and worry. Obviously, he considered more than the average Makurag.

After Sicarius finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

The patriarch’s reaction made Sicarius realize that something was wrong, and the three extreme fighters who landed on the dragon looked at each other. They have been in the empire for many years, knowing more than the people who stayed on the plateau, and vaguely guessed something about Marius. idea.

"Patriarch?"

Sicarius asked cautiously: "Can the airship be landed? The boss and brothers are all on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome home." Marius glanced at the airship and smiled: "I also want to know what kind of hero is your boss, who can make you respect him so much."

"Boss..."

Sicarius still wanted to say a few words for Rennes, but Tyrion touched him from behind and quickly changed his words: "I'll tell the airship to come down."

Saying that he jumped on the blazing dragon and rose into the air.

After a while, the airship slowly landed on the platform on the top of the huge rock in the city under the gaze of the Makurag people throughout the city.

The door of the cargo hold opened, and one by one, extreme fighters wearing enchanted armor came out.

They were divided into two rows. The two extreme fighters at the head held a four-meter-high battle flag. On the jet-black metal flagpole, a red square flag stained with blood was flying, and there was a golden emblem of a crescent moon and a war hammer in the middle. , The edge of the flag is surrounded by a golden wheat ear pattern. The overall pattern is simple and clear, which is unforgettable at a glance.

boom! boom! boom……

The heavy footsteps are uniform, like a thunderous battle drum, beating in the hearts of every onlooker of Makulag.

Even if there are fewer than thirty people, and they know they are their own people, this extremely powerful aura still shocks the Makurag people who have never left the plateau, and the dangerous breath rushes over their faces, making their hearts awe-inspiring. .

With a bang, two rows of extreme fighters stood face to face, like a tall steel barrier.

Later, people saw a young human appear.

He wears a close-fitting silver light armor, a sturdy body, a very handsome appearance, a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hung around his waist, and a big blood-red cloak behind him.

According to the standards of the Makurag people, this young man is thin and weak, not as good as the minors in the clan, however, no one dares to look down upon it in such a majestic battle.

Wren walked between the two rows of extreme fighters, and a breeze blew through, his cloak flying and hunting.

Marius' eyelids twitched. As a legend, his perception was many times more acute than that of the tribe. He just glanced at him, and he noticed the powerful pressure on this human being, which seemed to be hidden by the cloak. Really see the bottom line.

He greeted him and said loudly: "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to visit Astarte."

While speaking, the barbarian patriarch extended a big hand.

"Your Excellency Marius." Ren also stretched out his right hand, holding the two hands nearly three times the size of each other, making a crisp sound.

However, the two of them didn't mean to compete, they separated after a little trial.

"Lord Lord is really young and promising!" Marius said, half flattering and half sighing, "I just heard Sikaius' words, I thought Lord Lord was at least 40 or 50 years old, I didn't expect it to be so. Young makes me feel that I am old."

"Please call me Ren." Ren said with a smile: "I also heard about the patriarch's reputation from Sicarius, and I finally saw it today. I am ashamed of the patriarch's strength."

"Really?" Marius was noncommittal.

The two said a few polite remarks to each other, and the scene looked very kind.

Ryan sighed secretly in his heart, the patriarch of Makurag didn't particularly welcome his arrival, and was even a little wary.

In fact, it is understandable in empathy.

His goal in Astarte was to recruit more extreme fighters, but the entire Makurag tribe has only more than 3,000 people, half of them are men, and the remaining half of the females are as powerful as men, but they have no original body. Symbiosis talent.

After subtracting the children who have not yet grown up, there are actually only about a thousand Macurags who can become extreme fighters.

If they were recruited away, even if only half of them were taken away, the overall strength of the Makurag tribe would be severely damaged and would lose its foothold on the plateau.

As the patriarch, Marius certainly didn't want to see this happen.

Ren thought to himself that he didn't have a plan to recruit so many extreme fighters, and he couldn't bear the interference of so many symbiotics, and he also prepared compensation for the tribe.

When you first arrive, it’s not the time to discuss the conditions, you can talk about it slowly later.

Rehn waved his hand and turned back: "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, boss."

The extreme soldiers responded in unison, returned to the cargo hold of the airship, and moved down the heavy wooden boxes. Within a few minutes, they piled up on the platform as high as a hill, at least a few hundred boxes.

Ren said: "Patriarch, I heard that Makulag has been under threats and urgently needs supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armors, potions, and some daily clothes and spices, which are not worth much. It is a gift from me to the tribe, thank Sicarius and them for serving me, so as to save them from worries."

Several extreme fighters opened a batch of boxes in public.

The box was filled with fine armors tailored for the Makurag people, with a total of 500 sets, matching two-handed giant swords, and 3,000 javelins made of black steel.

There are also two large boxes of healing potions, detoxification potions and so on.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the onlookers Maculags were bright, Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a few breaths, and finally said: "I, for all the Maculags, thank Lord Lord for the gift."

In fact, he wanted to refuse, but this batch of materials was too much, and it was the tribe's urgent need.

Rehn said that it was worthless, Marius knew very well that it was worth at least fifty thousand gold shields and had no personal status in the empire, and money could not be bought.

Moreover, without including the freight, it was sent all the way to the Sairn Plateau, which shows Renn's heart.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged for Rennes to hold a welcome banquet.

Rennes breathed a sigh of relief. With short hands, Marius accepted the supplies as a good start.

He said to the extreme fighters: "You are all home now, disband on the spot."

Until then, the extreme fighters took off their helmets and recognized the people with their faces exposed, and they called out their names with a cry of surprise.

"Gron!"

"Kivat...Gilliman is here, you have changed so much, I didn't recognize it..."

"It turned out to be your kid, Barredy, which really surprised me."

"Hahaha, didn't you expect it?" The extreme fighters were very excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, while going to their homes, while sharing their own empire experience.

They couldn't do without the boss, which is Rennes.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, eyes full of helplessness.

These tribesmen who had returned from the empire had completely fallen to their original form, and they were also the best propagandists among the tribes.

Marius let out a sigh, he knew that he could hardly stop Ren's recruitment of the tribe.

There is so much that Rennes can give!

The first is power. Sicarius, Tyrion, and Otto are the best role models. The three of them have been promoted to legend. You know, there have been no legends in the tribe for decades, and the others follow Renne. All of the clansmen have also become high-ranking fighters, which is simply a miracle.

The second is equipment. Whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo's gun that Sikaius said, they are all weapons and equipment that the people dream of. Especially the Rambo's Gun, although I haven't seen its power with my own eyes, I can feel its power from Sikaius' description.

Finally, there is glory. Ren is a hero who is famous for the empire. Extreme fighters follow him in the battle. In the future, he will become a world-famous super army, leaving a glorious page in history.

There are also flying dragon mounts, generous salaries, a generous life in Modu, and so on. Almost no tribe can resist this temptation.

Marius felt very powerless~www.ltnovel.com~ He looked at Ren, the young human lord, mysterious, powerful, and amazing background. It seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist, with countless hidden in the depths. Secret.

"Lord Lord is really a good method." Marius said in a mixed mood.

"Your patriarch." Rein stroked his chest, with a sincere face, "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no malice against the Makurag tribe. Tribal matters are my business; the tribe’s enemies are My enemy. Ren* Augustus will always be an ally of the Makurag!"

Marius heard this, his face lightened slightly.

However, he did not agree on the spot, thinking for a long time, and said: "I hope Lord Lord can do what he says, but the alliance is not a trivial matter, nor can I decide. Please Lord Lord rest in the tribe and wait for news."

Lane was suddenly surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Makurag is very simple. The strong is respected. Almost the patriarch Marius alone has the final say. How can he not make a decision?