From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took only twenty-one minutes.

A group of gladiators and barbarians, blessed with fanatical beliefs, chanted the slogans of "the gods are above" and "the gates of Valhalla are open", and under the premise of the three advantages of morale, equipment, and troops, they won a complete victory almost effortlessly.

After the war, the warriors of Froststone, led by the captives, quickly found the grain depot inside the castle.

Looking at the mountains of grain in front of him, Todd ordered the prisoners of war and civilians in the town to be driven together, and all the means of transportation in the town were requisitioned, and began to organize a transport team to transport food to the Froststone camp.

Sitting on horseback, Todd looked at the inhabitants of Marozi who were wailing under the soldiers' whips, his face grim and he did not say a word.

Richel, who had been paying attention to his expression, drove his horse to Todd's side and whispered, "War is like this, the winner has the right to decide everything for the loser. The group of Ulsters in front of you, when they were victorious in the past, also drove the barbarians as slaves......"

"I know what you're trying to say, Richel. Todd slowly closed his eyes: "Sometimes, in order to get the right thing done, you have to use some bad means, and I have no problem with that. All I can do is keep this evil within a tolerable range, and prevent it from developing into evil. ”

Rachel looked at Todd's face, and a thousand words finally turned into a silent sigh.

"Chief!" Ackerman, who was excited, came to Todd and said happily, "We have found a lot of possessions in the castle and town. ”

Todd glanced at the slightly pale sky in the east, and said, "It is about to dawn, and the attack on this place will soon be known to the enemy, and we must set out on our way home as soon as possible before the enemy's pursuers catch up with us...... Load the handy belongings into the car and transport them back, and burn the rest in place. ”

After some hectic preparation and preparation, Froststone's army set out on their way home at eleven o'clock in the morning.

Todd was in the soul space early and asked Alfonso to send a team of knights to escort the convoy.

As he expected, on the evening of the day of departure, a cavalry wing of Ulster was the first to catch up with the slow-moving convoy.

Todd, who turned into a tyrant, used absolute power to stage a crushing massacre again in front of everyone, completely shocking the Ulster captives who wanted to resist.

Early the next morning, Ulster's infantry regiment also caught up with the Froststone army, and the knight squad and the morale-boosting warriors who arrived in time completely eliminated the hidden danger of the pursuers with an ambush.

After the two battles of annihilation of the pursuers, for the next three days, everything was calm, and the mighty convoy returned safely to the Froststone camp with the looted food, goods, and people.

Hundreds of carts drove into the gate of the camp, and the excitement and excitement of all the people left behind were completely ignited.

Todd, riding on horseback, enjoying the cheers and praises of everyone, suddenly felt for a moment that being a king who worked hard for his people did not seem to be too hard an errand.

"Notice, we're going to have a feast in the camp tonight!" Todd turned to Ackerman and said, "Arrange the necessary guards and sentinels, I hope as many warriors as possible will be present." ”

The latter nodded and left the group.

Rachel rode close to Todd and lightly touched his arm's arm with his fingers, motioning for him to look ahead.

Todd moved his gaze forward, and Deirdre leaned against the door of the small building, quietly looking at the bustle in front of him.

When Deirdre and Todd looked at each other, the former quickly looked away and turned back into the house.

Rachel winked at Todd, kicked the horse's belly, and headed towards the small building, leaving only a beautiful back, which made the latter sigh softly.

That night, almost all the soldiers in the camp attended the grand dinner, except for those who were responsible for guarding the prisoners and patrolling the perimeter.

The sizzling steaks on the grill, the frothy bitter ale, the warriors gathered together to brag loudly about their achievements, and every now and then touched the butts of two slave girls and laughed in a burst of screams.

Todd, dressed in a bearskin jacket, slowly walked to the banquet stage. His appearance caused all the voices in the venue to slowly become quieter.

Looking at the silent crowd in the audience, Todd spoke: "Before the banquet officially begins, there is one thing that needs to be done. ”

The warriors looked at each other, and no one knew what the leader was referring to.

Todd clapped his hands, and several knights of the Guards walked to the middle of the hall with several small clay pots.

Stepping down from the table, Todd motioned for the knights to put down what they were holdings, then pointed to the jar on the ground and said, "These are all soldiers who died in this battle......"

The soldiers at the banquet looked at the small clay pots on the ground, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

"They have proved their worth to the gods with their bravery!" Todd raised his hands and said in an impassioned tone: "They are fully qualified to enter the sacred realm of the gods!"

After saying this, under the shocked gaze of everyone, Todd transformed into a tyrant form, his huge body obscuring the light of the sky, and his two iron claws were like magnets, absorbing the light from the torches, braziers, and even the moonlight around him, becoming brighter and brighter.

Using the "Spotlight" ability that had just been injected into his body, Todd suddenly closed his palms, and a blinding white light burst through the middle of the camp.

Waiting for the light to slowly dissipate, everyone slowly opened their eyes, the clay pot containing the ashes had been opened, and the sphorescence was like a bubble in the sea, slowly rising into the air and disappearing into the sky.

Todd slowly lowered his arms and said to everyone in the field, "Asgard has accepted these warriors, and they will continue to fight for the gods in Valhalla. ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire camp suddenly boiled.

The faces of the fighters could no longer see the slightest sadness of the loss of their comrades, and everyone shouted and cheered at maximum volume.

What started out as a noisy voice finally coalesced into a simple sentence.

"My brothers, see you at Valhalla!"

After performing the ritual of honoring the heroic spirits, Todd, who had returned to his human form, walked back to the table and sat down, looked at the shamans led by Minnie, took the urn down, and glanced at Ackerman.

The latter made a subtle gesture of all the proper things.

Moments later, several carts, loaded with valuables, were wheeled into the venue. Then, all the silverware, jewelry, and coins on the cart were dumped on the ground.

The pile of small mountains of treasure in front of them, the dazzling light diffused in the firelight, sparkled everyone's eyes.

Immediately after, Ackerman led a group of soldiers and brought all the young women captured in this battle to the field, causing a frolic among the soldiers.

Todd, who was sitting on the high seat, looked at the expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, but his mind recalled the way Richer had talked about dividing the spoils of the barbarian spoils.

Generally speaking, the wealth and slaves plundered by a single barbarian tribe should nominally be managed and distributed by the chief, but in practice it is equivalent to the patriarch owning all the spoils.

Warriors of higher status in the clan may be allowed to own weapons, armor, and a small number of personal belongings, but the common people of the clan have their property vested in the chief.

This distribution method also directly led to the patriarch of the barbarian tribe having the absolute power to dominate items.

However, if multiple clans act together and loot loot, there are some changes to the distribution process.

The most powerful and most contributing clan in the tribal alliance has the power to pick the loot first. Once it's been chosen, the rest of the items are distributed among the other clans that are fighting.

So, it stands to reason that Todd has the right to represent his clan and be the first to pick the spoils of war.

Under everyone's gaze, Todd stood up, first walked over to the belongings, looked at them a few times, and then slowly left.

Then he walked up to the slave girls and examined the young women.

I have to say that Ackerman is really talented in picking women, and he put the good-looking ones in the last row, and those women are indeed impeccable in terms of figure and appearance.

Todd suddenly felt a cold stab on his back, and looked back, and at some point, Rachel and Dildre were standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

Shaking his head helplessly, Todd left the ranks of the slave girls under Ackerman's disappointed gaze.

Returning to the pile of belongings, he remembered that Richel always used the old wooden bowl for fried pine nuts, so he bent down and picked up a silver bowl encrusted with precious stones, and after thinking about it, he picked out a jewelry box full of knick-knacks for Dildri.

After taking the two objects, Todd returned to his place under the bewildered gaze of everyone.

Ackerman came to the center of the room, first saluted Todd, then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and read as he looked, "Quetta!"

A scarred tribal warrior who was as strong as an ox slowly stood up, confused as he didn't know why he called his name.

"Quetta, the first to storm the fortress in the Marazie plunder, kill four enemy soldiers, and kill three enemies in the battle of annihilating the enemy's pursuers, deserve the first credit!"

Ackerman looked at the stupid big man, standing motionless like a wooden stake, and beckoned to him angrily and funny: "Come here!"

Quetta shifted her steps and slowly rubbed into the center of the room, standing there helplessly.

Ackerman looked at Todd first, who nodded at him.

Ackerman had no worries, and opened his throat and shouted, "Quetta, as a reward for the warriors, the leader allows you to pick three loot first!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around them talked about it.

"Can I really pick three loot?!" Quetta shouted in disbelief with wide eyes.

Todd sat in his seat and said with a smile, "The gods favor warriors. ”

Without hesitation, Quetta immediately picked out the three trophies that he thought were the heaviest.

Todd looked at what he had chosen, and immediately cried and laughed.

A big black pot, a whole fine linen cloth, and an ugly woman who weighed more than 180 pounds and had a pockmarked face.

Todd looked at Quetta with a satisfied look, and didn't bother to say anything more, just motioned for Ackerman to continue.

Soon, the person with the second merit was called, and after he picked three trophies, he ran away happily and gratefully.

3rd person, 4th person...... There were fewer and fewer trophies in the field, but the cheers of the people were getting louder and louder. (By the way, when it was Ackerman's turn, he undoubtedly chose three young and beautiful women...... May the gods appear and bless him to die on a woman's belly sooner or later...... ）

When all the meritorious servants had taken the spoils of war and there was only a small pile of things left on the field, Todd ordered that the remaining things be divided equally among each of the tribes participating in the war.

Unlike the previous system, where the patriarch was in charge of everything, through this distribution, everyone truly experienced the impact and happiness brought by "private ownership" for the first time.

The soldiers who made meritorious deeds on the battlefield talked and laughed with expensive treasures in one hand and their slave girls in the other.

The soldiers who stayed behind in the camp were red-eyed when they saw others returning with a full load, and secretly vowed in their hearts to catch up with the next battle.

The most frustrated were the patriarchs who had lost their distribution privileges, but Todd, the son of the gods, had only picked two loot himself, so they naturally had no choice but to say anything more. Fortunately, the latter promised them that the captured soldiers and civilians would be given priority in their troops, which made them feel a little better.