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Chapter 256: Visitors from the Far East

Julian calendar four hundred years, Maya month, tenth. (May 10, 400 AD)

Transcaucasian.

The south of the Caucasus Mountains has become a mess. The two most powerful empires of this era and countless vassals have caused terrible wars, from the mountains of Asia Minor to the desert of Egypt, every minute and every second. , There are thousands of brave warriors who fell in the blood of the corpse mountain.

However, north of the Caucasus Mountains, this fertile grassland sandwiched between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea is quiet and peaceful. Pain Hess took a bloody and angry thousands of households and crossed the ancient elven bridge of the Kerch Peninsula. The two thousand barbarians were immediately broken into pieces and scattered into teams of hundreds or even ten people in the grassland at the end of the spring. , Searching for the whereabouts of another group of compatriots.

Gredinian has now restored peace under the rule of the centaurs. The centaurs and the Sartre are walking side by side in the vast grassland, grazing their cattle and sheep leisurely.

More and more Goths are freed from the curse of werewolves, bathed in the light of the God of Punishment, and become a holy priest. Panticapone has also regained the glory of the past, the human and the elves. Boats, sailing in every corner of the coastline.

As for the orcs and goblins... Greenskin can't stand the life of farming, abandoning the land of the Kerch peninsula, stepping out of the Viseurius Fortress, and cooperating with Galliwix, who is thin to four chin, to conquer and kill , Plunder the northern goblin clan big and small-these ugly little things are like bugs, their vitality and reproduction speed are terrifying. Densely scattered throughout the Eastern European steppes.

However, don't underestimate some goblins, thinking that they only have the advantage in numbers: near the western area of ​​the Germanic forest, well-trained hobgoblins appear in batches. These goblin subspecies are as strong as adults, and they have no less than regular troops. Once a sufficient number of goblin cannon fodder is gathered, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

And near the east of Scythia and other places, the number of bear goblins is as high as a kind of horror. Under the leadership of these men who are as strong and brutal as black bears, even the weak and thin goblins will burst out shockingly. The bloodthirsty level of-anyway, the greenskins of the beast Leonardo have been killed.

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As the warchief was thinking about various issues, suddenly, a creepy whistling sound sounded from a distance, and then, the sound of horses' hoofs smashing the ground, accompanied by more and more weird and stern whistling sounds, And the chaotic and complicated sounds of dog barking have spread into everyone's eardrums.

The two hundred celebrity horses gathered around Painhurs immediately bent their bows and arrows nervously, and slowly walked towards the direction of the sound-it was a group of horses and horses they had never seen before, their clothing, decorations and other The styles of the clans are very different, and even the Mu language spoken by them has a lot of inexplicable accents.

They will also use the hollow bones to make special Dysprosium arrows. The harsh and terrifying whistling sound just now is the piercing whistling caused by the sound of dysprosium cutting through the air. This ten-person hunting squad, using the howling sound caused by Dysong, and the ear-screaming roar of 30 Caucasian hounds, drove more than a hundred yellow sheep, and fled in panic in the grassland.

However, ten centaurs and more than thirty hunting dogs had already sealed off the three directions of the flock. The cries of horses and horses, the barking of hunting dogs, and the whistling of dysprosium scared these poor guys so hard that they had to die desperately. Fleeing to the north, then, one head fell into the pit that had been dug by the horses and the centaurs, and the sharp wooden stake at the bottom of the pit stabbed a heart-cool.

Only a few yellow sheep in the back stomped on the corpses of their compatriots and escaped from the sinkhole. Then, the precise arrows shot by the horses and horses penetrated their necks and fell to the ground with a whine.

"Good harvest! Which clan are you from?"

Painhurs clapped his palms in admiration and leaned over curiously. These strange compatriots, both men and women, have long hair, tied back into waist-length pigtails, wearing cow and sheep skulls on top of their heads, and their pale horns look particularly scary.

They wore large sheepskin jackets and carried compound long bows. The weapons at their waists were flail, scimitars, and a large number of trapping ropes.

"This is the prey of our clan! Nothing is superfluous!"

Seeing more than two hundred men and horses who had never seen them come to their side, these monsters were also very vigilant. They took good care of today's harvest, and looked up and down these compatriots who had never seen them before.

Hell, the equipment of these people is too luxurious, except for the white horse, the two hundred people are all covered with iron armor, and the arrows in their hands are also iron...

"We are the powerful Yuehan clan, from the far east: two consecutive huge empires were established in the Far East, and they went to destruction in a short time. Now, there has become extremely chaotic, and countless monsters and factions have conquered each other. One group, we have to keep moving westward. You are..."

A man and horse with the appearance of a leader frowned suspiciously.

Two consecutive empires went to destruction in a short time?

Painhurs thought about it for a moment. In 400 AD, the two empires in his mouth should be the Western Jin Dynasty of Sima and the former Qin Dynasty of Fu Jian. Fu Jian relied on force to conquer and unified all forces in the north, large and small, but because of the defeat of the Battle of Feishui, he lost most of his army and all his prestige.

Surrendering to his tribes and small tribes, the clan immediately jumped back, and the huge empire that Fu Jian built instantly became a fleeting cloud.

Hell, the tribal alliance system can indeed rapidly expand its power, but it is also extremely fragile. If you lose the deterrence of the centaur army, your small tribe will collapse and disintegrate in an instant.

"Bloodfury Clan, Warchief, Painhurs."

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Chapter 257: The King of Trips

"Bloodrage brothers and sisters, do you want to join our clan? Let me tell you, our Yuehan clan is very powerful! There are more than four thousand soldiers under the tent, and the chief is as big and huge as an ogre, and can be killed with bare hands. A flying dragon with two feet!"

This hunting team sent a person back to report and told the chief that he had discovered important information about the new clan. At the same time, it also asked the brothers and sisters to mobilize enough manpower to move all these hundreds of yellow goats home to skin cramps. Tanned leather and dried meat.

Others stood in place, drawing these well-equipped blood and angry compatriots.

"Tsk, more than two hundred people are all equipped with iron weapons and armors, Chief Chief, this is the most elite unit of your clan, right? It's good, but it's still a little worse than our month. We There are five hundred soldiers equipped with heavy armor! More than twice yours!"

The headed Orion, proudly puffed out his chest, showing off the power of the clan. Peinhes was speechless for a while, and he secretly made a gesture. The predators under his command immediately sent Falcon partners to the two thousand people scattered in the Transcaucasus. , Began to gather here.

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In a short while, thousands of feet of smoke and dust were set off in the southern part of the grassland, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes as high as a war drum, and five hundred heavy armored men and horses playing with the golden waning moon came from afar.

The blood rage barbarians turned and looked. The headed man was more than nine feet tall. The muscles all over his body were swelling up like a hill. The arms covered with muscles were thicker than the heads of ordinary men and their waists. Almost as wide as the back!

The lower body of his horse was also muscular like the upper body. The muscles of ordinary horses are combined into a pleasing and aerodynamic streamline, which looks very elegant and beautiful.

However, this guy didn't seem to have any "elegance" at all, only pure roughness and brutal violence, and his violent muscles made him look thicker than ordinary men and horses by more than two laps.

"Look! This is the chief of our Yuehan clan! After the collapse of the ancient kingdom, we came to the land of Hebei in the Far East. Six or seven hundred years ago, there was the territory of the ancient Zhao Kingdom. Therefore, he also followed the local customs. Changed the name.

His name is-Zhao Xina! ! ! "

Just as Yuehan Xiaobing introduced his chief zealously, several bards around the muscular mammoth also picked up a strange musical instrument in the shape of a trumpet, bulged their cheeks, and played a special tone. The ridiculously high accompaniment!

"5645——7#645——"

"Welcome! Welcome! Brothers and sisters from afar!"

Unlike his rough and savage appearance, this super-large centaur named Zhao Xina is still very warm and easy-going. As soon as he came up, he gave Pain Hess an almost suffocating hug.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Chief Bloodrage, Painhurs."

The warchief felt that his ribs were about to be broken by the other party. Suddenly, he remembered one thing. The custom of some nomadic clans is to hug when they meet. The harder they are, the more hospitable they are?

Thinking of this, Painhurs also increased his strength. After the two pale arms wrapped around the other's broad shoulders, they couldn't close together. He tried his best to make the other's ribs under the protection of the thick muscles also send out. Ominous creaking sound.

"Ha! The strength is not small."

Zhao Xina released her arms with satisfaction.

"Chief Bloodraged, how about it, do you want to join my clan?"

"I also want to say this, Chief Yuehan, are you willing to join my tribe."

Painhurs put on a formulaic smile, raised his neck, and looked into the other person's eyes. Damn, this guy is so tall. After becoming a centaur, he hardly looked up at other people.

"Okay! Then do things according to the tradition of the horses and horses!"

Zhao Xina shrugged, proudly showing her subordinates.

"I control the strings for more than 4,000! Most of the grassland is free and adversary! Look! These are my sharpest soldiers-a total of five hundred heavy armored soldiers in fish-scale iron armor and armed with long spears! Your blood! How many people are there in the Nu clan?"

"The Blood Fury clan has a total of fifty-five hundred households. Each household register has an average of two adult horses and one foal. All mobilized, the strength is about 101,000, and the armor rate is as high as Forty percent."

Looking at the stunned and funny expressions of these Yuehan men and horses, the warchief said calmly.

"In addition, as the co-lord of the eight tribes, the warchief of the tribe, and the other seven tribes, surrendered to the banner of the blood of our skeletons!

Two hundred households in the wind howl, two hundred households for the dead in poetry, five hundred households with black liu, five hundred households with dry bones, five hundred households with poison bite, fifteen hundred households with thunder spear, and seventeen hundred households with gray mane!

These seven clans add up to a total of 51 and a hundred households. Under full mobilization, an army of 10,200 unstoppable men and horses can also be conscripted! "

"This, this...you nonsense!"

Zhao Xina's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't believe that the other party's power was so huge to such a terrifying scale. However, at this moment, a bloody and angry thousands of households brought out by Painhus came from afar. These two thousand people were his most elite force. All of them were dressed in Roman chain armor and east. Various types of iron armor such as scale armor or grassland hybrid armor. Compound longbows, lances, shields, halberds, and short axes are all available.

The gathering of two thousand heavy armored men and horses also confirms the authenticity of the warchief's words from the side-without certain strength, how can it be possible to have two thousand heavy armored soldiers?

Zhao Xina was stunned, Zhao Xina was sweating like rain.

However, he still calmed down forcibly, and grabbed a peculiar kite shield with his left hand. This peculiar shield, which is big and small, is like an upside-down drop of water. The lower eaves of the shield are also specially reinforced by metal, like a sharp spear tip. . With his right hand, he took out a rope with heavy iron balls tied at both ends from his waist.

"Well, the bloody warchief! Then let us use the more ancient traditions to determine the outcome. Let me take a look at the so-called master of the eight races!"

The warchief nodded confidently, and also pulled out the halberd behind it. The entire horse turned into a biting pale storm and slew the chief Yuehan head-on!

"Roar!!!"

Zhao Xina let out a roar, and the muscles of her right arm swelled again! He saw the timing and slammed out the trapping rope in his hand. The slender rope with iron balls connected to both ends rotated and hit Painhurs' forelegs.

When the rope touches the horse's leg, the two iron balls at the end will, under the action of inertia, immediately rotate around the opponent's two front legs, driving the slender, flexible The rope tightened the two front hooves of the white horse.

The pale steed running at high speed did not expect that the other party would play this hand. He was caught off guard and tripped directly to the ground. At this moment, Zhao Xina's left hand held the specially strengthened kite shield and moved down. thorn! The sharp point of the spear under the shield's eaves stopped just in front of the warchief's throat.

"After calculating the correct distance, use the trap rope to trip the opponent, and then use the specially modified kite shield hem to accurately pierce the throat of the person who fell... What a despicable tactic, this looks like your hunk It doesn't match at all, Chief Yuehan."

Just when Zhao Xina wanted to declare her victory, Painhes under his spear suddenly disappeared like a mirage with the distortion of light.

The one who just charged was just a vivid phantom. The pale warlock, who became more cautious, would never rush into close combat without understanding the opponent's tactical style.

"Aren't you the same? You are a spellcaster with such a handsome body and such great strength?"

Zhao Xina frowned, her right hand pulled out a long flail, and she looked at Painhurs's eyes, becoming more vigilant.

Flail, this is a rather peculiar weapon. It consists of a wooden stick and an iron ball full of spikes, between the two. There is a long iron chain connected. Once rotated, the flail's aggressiveness and lethality will be doubled. The most important thing is that this long iron chain, like a beast rope, can also be used to tie the opponent's legs, and then pull the enemy to the ground.

Pain Hess looked around. The other men and horses of the Yuehan clan were also heavily equipped with flail and trap lines, as well as the special kite shield that transformed the hem of the shield into a sharp spear tip.

It seems that this clan is good at close fighting, tripping the opponent with special weapons, and then using shields or horseshoes to directly smash the enemy's throat and skull.

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Nine: Bargaining Chips That Cannot Be Reject

Since arriving in Gredinian, the special envoy of the Eastern Roman Empire: Brutus' mood has been ups and downs, very subtle.

This envoy, personally escorted by three hundred imperial guards, first arrived by ship to Cesonisus, the largest seaport city on the peninsula and also the capital of the Gothic Kingdom.

The envoys looked at the Eastern Gothic barbarians in the city, and couldn't help being stunned: General Quintuchus, didn't it mean that the main force of the Goths had all been crushed by the horses? Why are there so many barbarians in this city? It seems that life is pretty good. Countless merchant ships and fishing boats of different styles pass through the port, creating a thriving scene.

Damn it, wasn't there still a war here half a year ago? Why is the atmosphere so comfortable? Centaur was driven away by them?

Then, the puzzled envoys suddenly discovered that the left cheeks of these barbarians were all carved with some kind of sharp weapon, with the scar of a double-ringed cross—the sacred emblem of the God of Punishment.

"Barbarians are barbarians. Although they believe in the same gods as us, their methods and methods are so barbaric."

The priest in the envoy drew a cross on his chest in disgust, expressing his respect and worship for the God of Punishment.

"But... Honorable universal patriarch: Loga Aurelion. As early as a few years ago, he cancelled the sermon on this wild land and withdrew all the priests. Regarding these barbarians, we all thought the plan had failed.

It now seems that after we withdrew, the Goths abandoned the hypocritical gods they believed in and converted to His dazzling light? "

"I don't know, what god a group of barbarians love to believe has nothing to do with me."

Covered with a triple armor of comfortable soft armor, heavy chain armor, and scaly chest armor, the armor painted in gold is also decorated with scarlet helmets, cloaks and tassels, holding long swords and tower shields, majestic and majestic The imperial guards also put the envoys in the center of security.

These elite warriors in golden armor remained motionless under the curious gaze of the Goths. The scarlet cloak, under the blowing of the sea breeze, is like a group of brilliant flames, burning behind them. From a distance, it looks like an exquisite statue carved from gold without any emotions.

The most terrifying part of the Roman Empire is their terrible learning speed.

After being flanked by Hannibal's cavalry at the Battle of Canney and losing most of their soldiers, they quickly learned how to use large-scale cavalry and recruited a larger number of cavalry troops from the barbarians than the gray elves.

In the Macedonian Conquest War, after several warships were burned by magical flames, the arcane towers, like bamboo shoots after a rain, sprung up in the cities of the Republic.

After getting in touch with the drow in Egypt, the slavery system of this huge country has also been advancing by leaps and bounds, and it has reached perfection at this moment.

And in the war with Sasanian Persia. The armor style of the Eastern Roman Empire became more and more similar to that of the demon. The iron scale armor, which is as strong as the scales of a dragon, quickly spread in the army.

Elite soldiers of the Eastern Empire, after wearing soft armor and long-sleeved knee-length heavy chain mail, will also wear an additional scaled chest armor on the fragile chest and abdomen.

"These barbarians from the far north are also dominated by infantry. If they really defeat the centaur and regain a foothold here... we will not be able to realize the will of Augustus, then, It's a real disaster."

The messengers looked at each other, and finally decided to meet with the Supreme King of the barbarian first to see what happened in this wild land far away from civilization.

As the first group of devout believers who abandoned the Nordic gods and worshipped Saint Cuthbert. And the only Gothic general who fought side by side with the Roman Legion and witnessed the terrifying strength of the other side with his own eyes, Asana, a spiritual Roman, was ecstatic on the spot. In her own court, she warmly treated these guests from afar and spent the past six months. What happened here, all told the messenger.

The priest and envoys breathed a sigh of relief. The centaur was not beaten off, and the scale does not sound small.

From the sea of ​​grass in the center of Simferopol to the eastern end of the Kerch Peninsula, these half-man and half-horse monsters occupy almost 60% of Gredinian's territory. In other places, they have also become vassals of the centaur, and Augustus's supreme command seems to be fulfilled.

The commander of the Custodian raised his eyebrows. As a soldier, he cares more about the process of the rise of the pale white horse: Painhurs started with less than a thousand people, but he won the civil war of the centaur, and became the last among the factions of the thirteen clans. Winner.

Then, in a very short period of time, he either conquered or defeated the greenskins, werewolves and other major enemies. He even slaughtered an adult green dragon and became the king of Gredinian...

"Your Excellency, as a vassal of that great chief, how much do you know about his strength? What is his fighting style? What is his warfare? What does he like? What is greedy? And what do you hate? "

Brutus, the slick face, asked a series of questions to the Gothic queen. By the way, from the waist of the accompanying priest, he grabbed something that the other party could not refuse—it was a temple in Constantinople. Inside, it was ordained by the universal patriarch himself, and it was a hard-headed hammer forged from pure gold.

"If you are willing to tell us about him, this sacred weapon that has been personally blessed by the God of Punishment is yours."

As a devout believer of the God of Punishment, the blessed hard-headed hammer is like a magnet, firmly attracting Asana's gaze. Her expression became more greedy, and her breathing became more rapid!

Several Roman envoys smiled and glanced at each other: This matter was settled, and the priest whose weapon was stolen, even more contemptuously looked at the barbarian queen in front of him—this kind of incomparably sacred thing is for the barbarian's. For the king, it is a treasure, but for the priest of the empire, it is insignificant.

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After obtaining detailed information about Painhurs and even the main leaders of the centaurs, the envoys with extremely high emotional intelligence quickly repaired and changed their negotiation plans, using teleportation technology to obtain information from the highest white tower in Constantinople. It gave some "gifts" that high-level people couldn't refuse.

They politely declined the Queen's invitation, and left the port overnight, along the southern coastline, and arrived at the royal court at dawn the next day.

The arrival of the Roman envoys caused an uproar in Diodosiya, and Gorell of the Greymane clan was trembling with fright. She almost thought that the Romans had come to her to settle the accounts, and wanted to take their clan back and continue to be mercenaries.

Abhors immediately sent the archdruid under his command to the east to retrieve the warchief. The bloodrage veteran also clenched the compound longbow in his hand. A few months ago, they had been with the thirtieth Urpius. The first battalion of the victorious legion fought fiercely in the north, subconsciously, felt that the opponent was an enemy and not a friend.

The centaurs quickly blocked the port, thousands of compound longbows pointed directly at the magnificent galley with several purple falcon flags, red PX flags, and four golden β flags.

In the chaos, Brutus rolled his eyes speechlessly, and ordered the tall and burly forbidden army to be like a gold sculpture, open the dimension bag, and took out a handful with the head of Arcadius carved on the front and carved on the back. Throwing the gold coin of Suders with the angel and the cross towards the port.

Thousands of dangling gold coins, reflecting the beautiful golden sunrise, like raindrops, fell on the heads, shoulders, and bodies of the horses and horses, and immediately caused a huge riot! Some herders with insufficient concentration immediately loosened their tight bowstrings and knelt on the dock, picking up and competing for the wealth on the ground.

As for those veterans who had been fighting for a long time, although they still maintained a shooting posture, the hostility in their hearts also dissipated most of them unknowingly.

"Mighty people! My name is Brutus. I am an envoy from the Eastern Roman Empire. We come with peace and wealth! Not blood and war!"

Seeing that the people and horses no longer had obvious hostility, the envoys shook the banner of the eastern empire, and the high elves of Greece spoke fluent Muzu, trying to communicate with these nomads.

"State your purpose."

At this moment, Christina, who was in charge of guarding the royal court, arrived at the port of the city like a rouge storm, and asked the envoys of Rome vigilantly.

"It's a red mare. According to the information of the Gothic Queen, it's Christina, not Painhus."

Under the aim of thousands of feather arrows, the imperial army carefully peeked out the tall and solid sides of the ship, looked at the appearance of the person, and whispered to the envoy.

"I have come with the will of Augustus! The most sacred and great man of the Eastern Roman Empire wants to make a covenant with your leader!"

"call--"

The gray mane horses and horses hiding in the dark secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that these two-legged beasts are not here to trouble themselves.

"Our empire is rich and powerful. There are more coins than the stars at night, piled up into towering gold and silver mountains, silk and cloth of various styles and colors, covering every corner of the city like clouds. , The attic temple made of pure white marble rises straight into the sky, enshrining statues of gods, carved and shaped entirely of gold and precious stones."

The envoys used the most magnificent rhetoric to construct a paradise-like rich and beautiful place for the nomad soldiers, successfully arousing the most greedy desire in the hearts of every man and horse.

Looking at the greedy-faced men and horses under the boat, Brutus changed his conversation.

"The empire doesn't care about those things! The empire can give you huge wealth that you can't even imagine in your dreams! Each of you will get money that you can't spend your whole life—as long as your chief can promise Ou Gusto's request! Win a war for him, the largest war ever! There, you can slaughter the heads of the demons as much as you want, and win endless glory for your gods!"

"Send another archdruid to tell Pain Hess the purpose of the Romans." Abhors's withered bone priests continued to move, while Gorell slapped his forehead helplessly.

Damn it! In the end, those two-legged beasts will be hired to fight in the past!

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixtieth: The Conclusion of the Covenant

Just after crossing the Strait of the Ancient Elf Bridge and returning to Peinhes in the Kerch Peninsula, he immediately received a message from the second archdruid from the Royal Court of Sagittarius-the Romans asked themselves to join a sweeping battle. The war of terror in most of the empire. A terrible war far beyond my imagination.

As the messenger said, the monstrous war, from the mountains of Asia Minor to the desert of Egypt, the two largest empires at the time, combined millions of people, logistics, and whole groups of elite soldiers, and no The counted materials and money were thrown into the battlefield without any scruples.

Then, Augustus and the King of Kings sat and watched their soldiers and people flying in the flesh and blood in this meat grinder called "War". Pieces of blood-stained residual limbs and pieces of meat are piled into towering scarlet mountains, and strands of red blood gurg out along the broken corpses, converging into crimson rivers and lakes in low-lying places— -This hellish scene of death stretches to the end of the field of vision.

Painhurs had already passed the second grade. In the face of such a magnificent and vast war, he did not feel enthusiastic, but felt a little creepy.

The two largest empires of this era, with the flesh and blood of millions of people, nourished the behemoths of war, the appetite has been so big that it makes people tremble. A mere 24,000 celebrities and horses, in a blink of an eye will be affected by this. Head giant beast, completely swallowed. What's more, it is impossible for him to take away all the men and horses. Gredinian must have a certain number of troops to frighten other vassals.

"So, shall we reject the other party's invitation? Warchief?"

The archdruid slowly recovered his vitality. He watched Painhurs's increasingly gloomy and terrible expression, and cautiously asked the leader's opinions.

"This war may be more cruel and vast than the Battle of Weeping Rain, or even the Battle of the Three Kings. The death charge of tens of thousands of soldiers cannot even change the direction of a local war. Our kingdom has just started. Is it really worth working hard in a war that has nothing to do with us?..."

Pain Hess expressed his concerns. He was afraid that everything he had accumulated so hard would be unbearably damaged in this unsettled war.

"So, I need an excuse to reject the invitation."

The warchief scratched his forehead sadly.

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The Thousandth Household of Bloodfury, and some elites from the Hanyue clan, after a long journey, finally returned to Diodosiya, the Royal Court of Horses and Horses set by the warchief himself.

In a grand banquet, he smiled at the Roman diplomatic envoy, the holy priest, and the commander of the Forbidden Army. The other party also smiled at the leader of the monster.

"Guests from afar, welcome your arrival!"

Painhurs tried to make his refusal, not so rude.

"I already know your request, and I sincerely hope that your mighty empire, your noble Majesty Augustus, can win this vast war. But..."

"A powerful warchief."

After hearing the two words [but], Brutus immediately grabbed the conversation. He raised the skull wine bottle full of goat milk in both hands, and expressed his respect to the monster chief high above. Then, from the dimension bag A small silver round shield was pulled out in the middle.

"This is a small gift that Augustus asked me to bring you. It is a superb shield forged by the most outstanding dwarf craftsman from light mithril."

Brutus introduced it endlessly.

"Because of the use of mithril material, this small shield tied to the left arm has almost no weight. It will not hinder the arcane spellcasting of the wizard or sorcerer at all. At the same time, it will provide you with unparalleled defensive power. This top mithril buckler can only be used by top mages! Only it can be equipped with a powerful warlock like you!"

"I can't accept such an expensive gift."

With short mouths and short hands, Painhurs immediately restrained his greed and politely declined the generous gift from the other party.

"If your troops are willing to fight for Augustus, the empire will not take any money when receiving goods in battle. Every time you kill any demon soldier, you can get silver equal to their head. If the opponent is a demon officer , You can get the same weight of gold as its head.

And, Panty Capone? what! The magic books owned by those colonists are less than one ten thousandth of those in Constantinople and Rome! We are willing to share with you these words and texts full of mysterious power! "

Brutus slowly stated the terms of employment of the empire in a seductive tone.

"These are additional benefits. Every man and horse who participates in the war will receive a reward of three Suders gold coins every day-until the end of the war."

"This······"

Painhurs was shocked by the wealth of the Eastern Roman Empire, but on the surface it was calm.

"In addition, if you are willing to send your soldiers to serve the empire, you will get more rewards."

Brutus looked at the leaders of the horses and horses present and threw out more chips. From the dimensional bag, he took out a beautifully made piece with countless words and pictures carved on the surface, and on the outside, it was also inlaid with a large number of green vines and leaves. Sturdy leather armor.

"You are Abhuos? The leader of the Withered Bones clan? This is a full-body armor made of white dragon leather: specially tailored for Druids!

The archmage of the White Tower personally carried out wild enchantment for it-even after you transform, this dragon skin armor will protect your safety. This armor suits you, a great druid! "

The Withered Bone High Priest was stunned, this thing is indeed the ultimate dream of every druid, but...

"Dear War Chief, your weapons and equipment, food and water sources in the hands of the war are completely borne by the empire.

We will open the weapon arsenal. We will use the best craftsmen in the empire, the strongest materials, and the armors forged, and will arm all the soldiers you send to the teeth. "

Painhurs took a deep breath. He did want to refuse the other party's solicitation, but Augustus gave too much...

Forget it, beg for wealth and insurance!

The warchief secretly made up his mind. The steelyard in his heart constantly weighs the price paid and the benefits that can be obtained for participating in this war, and along with Brutus's increasing bargaining chips, it gradually tilts towards the direction of the Roman Empire.

This war, which has nothing to do with people and horses, has had more advantages than disadvantages-by virtue of this war, he can obtain a large amount of resources that are not available to the small Gredinian Peninsula, so that this new kingdom can grow rapidly.

A huge risk represents a huge benefit-think about it, all the spoils won in the war belong to you. In this war, almost all the elites of the two empires are brought together.··································································

"Okay! Honorable ambassador, my army will join this war and fight side by side with your soldiers."

The warchief raised the skull wine bottle in his hand high, and paid his respects to the Roman ambassador under the banquet.

"May our friendship last until the end of time."