In a simple stone-burned house in the Finnish steppe, the dwelling place of the Lord of Destruction that resounded throughout the northern world, the house was surrounded by a dense and chaotic camp, countless tents with open doors, and people of all races constantly going in and out to do their own work. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the outskirts of the camp was the gigantic Beamon beast, which had been bathed in the sea, but still a little languid from the outside, and was stuffing its mouth with simple baked food...... Next to it are some ice giants, and there are still some ice giants in Attila's camp who did not follow the resistance of the frost giants, but because of the resistance of the other giants, they have also lost Attila's trust, and can only serve Beamon as cooks at this time...... If it were another race to take care of Beamon, perhaps the giant beast would be stuffed into his mouth as an after-dinner dessert if he was not careful.

In the humble house, where the fireplace was burning with charcoal and giving off a warm glow, not far from the fireplace, Attila, a young but legendary figure, was sitting on a wooden chair, and in front of her lay a square table, also made of wood.

Looking at the news delivered back like snowflakes, looking at the letters piled up on the wooden table in just one morning, it was very rare to see an unhappy expression on the face of this white-haired and brown-skinned girl, her small mouth was slightly blocked, she impatiently shook the short hair on her head, supported her forehead with one hand, and tore open the letter with the other hand to read the information inside.

Around her, the two knights stood or stood, they didn't look away from paying attention to Atira, to be precise, they both looked away and didn't want to see the letters written with all kinds of information in front of Atira, they didn't want to touch each other's brows at this time, when Attila was in a bad mood, they were familiar with Atira, but they knew that if they talked nonsense, this white girl would definitely pick up the three-color lightsaber and sweep it directly with a glowing cannon.

Most of these letters were in need of food and clothing to survive, they were overwhelmed by enemy attacks, the tribesmen below were dissatisfied and ready to resist, and all kinds of bad news were written by their masters in strange words on paper made of linen from the south, and quickly passed to Attila with the speed of birds.

What about Atila? Attila is also very helpless...... If she is emotionally indifferent, she can really understand what kind of emotion helplessness is.

But more than helplessness, anger and overwhelm occupy two-thirds of Atila's heart at this time, as a girl who knows nothing but fighting, conquering, and destroying people, she won't and don't know how to solve these problems...... If she had done it before

If you can't live without food and clothing, you can use the dead corpses as new food to feed the living

If you can't resist the enemy's attack, that's also a good thing, just as a ready-made bait to attract the enemy's attention, so that Attila can lead the army to encircle and attack

The people of the tribes below are dissatisfied with the oppressive rule of Atila and are ready to rebel, which is also very good, just in time to slaughter these people who have risen up as chickens, to warn the other monkeys who are about to move, and those monkeys in the province cannot see who is the role of the tiger.

…… However, Attila's cruel practices were only able to last until her undefeated streak was shattered by Beowulf

If she hadn't been defeated by the Yeats led by Beowulf and the Ulsters led by Fergus in her first invasion of Scandinavia, she would still have been able to continue her brutality, continue her conquests, destroy everything that was unpleasant, and kill all the beings who were her enemies.

But not now, after one defeat, she could no longer rule all her armies with fear and despair, and although Beowulf was also seriously wounded, and the Scandinavian coalition was also not far away, the news of their victory this time was far more profound than the killing of the enemy on the battlefield.

Under Attila's men, the survivors who were still alive and able to carry out activities quickly spread the news of Attila's first defeat, and then the sprout of hope appeared in the hearts of everyone who was oppressed, whether it was the White Bears or Mammoths who were closest to Attila, or the orcs, gnolls, and centaurs of the lower level, they all had different thoughts...... In particular, the tribal chieftains, who had a vested interest, began to change their minds, and their previous submissions were not only due to the inferior force of Attila and the brutality of the other party, but also because of the countless riches brought by constant victories.

But now, in such a situation, there has actually been a failure, a failure that has lost a lot of strength but has not gained anything, and these chiefs and shamans who already have other intentions in their hearts have to start making some small moves.

A large part of the growth of the rebels was due to the indulgence of their leaders, most of whom were not willing to continue to submit to the hands of Attila and to the throne of this indifferent little girl who did not even seem to be an adult...... Because the frost giant attracted the attention of the two knights under Atira, and the two legends who were most fervently loyal to Attila, the werewolf had disappeared, the orc chief had died, and the death of the orc chief made the legendary shaman who had not worked on the battlefield before in the orc tribe proudly gain authority, and the disappearance of the legendary werewolf also made the internal strife of the jackals show signs of civil strife, plus the last large number of centaurs who joined the rebels, in this case, only with the current Atera and the other two knights, can not completely control all the forces。

It's not enough to simply describe it as a swarm, but anyone who knows a little bit of the situation can easily judge it, and then keep adding all kinds of combustion fuels to the already dry and now burning fire.

"If only I had to say, just kill them all as before. ”

Even indoors, the war did not remove the red armor that covered his body, and sat on a sofa covered with white bear skin crossed, and it was not his style to be silent all the time, waving a long knife and shouting.

"Kill those who resist, kill those who have different intentions, kill kill them, just kill them. ”

Clean, simple and neat

Then for the proposal of war, the answer of famine was a kick, and even people with sofas were directly kicked away.

"What, don't you think this method is very good, if you kill all the enemies, won't the rest be divided? ”

"Famine, if the two of us go to help Death and Plague, we will soon be able to get out those rats who are hiding in Tibet, and then turn around and deal with Beowulf and them. ”

War got up from the ground without paying attention, patted the dust on his body, then put the sofa back in its original position, and after sitting down, he twisted his ass and continued with his chin propped up.

"Childish, stupid. ”

Famine spat out two words from his mouth, and without looking at the knight who had jumped up, he turned his head to look at Attila.

"Famine, your opinion!"

Attila stared at the famine, her eyes as cold as icebergs.

"Master, please choose, please order. ”

Although she didn't say much, Attila understood the meaning of the famine from the other party's eyes.

Whether to choose to sort out the various evil guys inside, or to go to the meeting and two other knights first, gather the power of five legends and a Beamon to deal with the rats who are hiding in Tibet and always steal cheese when the master is not looking, or to launch a campaign against Scandinavia again, bring victory to everyone, and use the sorrow and tears of the loser to suppress all the contradictions that erupted again.

"Killing, war, death, destruction. ”

"All bad civilizations will perish. ”

The white-haired, indifferent girl spoke in a deep voice about her decision...... It was obviously something that ordinary people could hear, but judging from the serious eyes of war and famine, they did understand what this girl meant.

"Well, I see, master. ”

"Understood the master. ”

Without saying much, even the more lively war just now looked very serious, and they solemnly performed a ritual to Attila that was only among the knights, and then turned and left the place.

Soon after, a rallying horn sounded outside the door, followed by fierce quarrels and curses, and Attila looked at the still flickering fire in the house, and said nothing.

The ground began to shake irregularly, and the dust from the ceiling rained down on Atira's pure headdress, and the hilt of the sword trembled so tightly that the three-colored blade of light, which could no longer be described as sharp, easily cut through the floor and plunged into the dirt below.

When everything had calmed down and the noise outside had disappeared, the door to the room was opened from the outside again, and the two knights entered again...... Different from when he went out just now, the sound of armor colliding with each other sounded, on the white blanket, leaving a bright red footprint behind the knight's advance, the cloak behind the knight's body has disappeared, the smooth armor has appeared a fist-sized indentation, there are still red and white marks on it, Famine's left hand still holds the balance he usually holds, and in the right hand, there is a head that is still dripping blood.

It was the head of an orc shaman, the neatly programmed and clean pigtails and the ornaments on the head all indicate the identity of this person, the cross-section of the neck wound is very smooth, obviously cut off directly by a sharp blade, and the shaman's expression is very hideous and angry, it seems that his mood before death is very unstable.

"Master, all of them were put to death. ”

"The orcs in the barracks are all dead. ”

Attila nodded, acknowledging the movements of the two knights, her eyes not resting on the skull, and she walked past the two knights who had just passed through the battle, and came to the gate.

Pushing the door open vigorously, the dazzling sunlight sprinkled on the girl's body, and under the white clothes and the headless headdress on her head, the girl seemed to be a saint who came out of a fairy tale.

Thousands of eyes stared at the girl, and there was adoration and joy in them, but more resentment and fear...... In front of the girl were five or six phalanxes, gnolls, centaurs, bears, mammoths, and Beamon, who alone occupied a large clearing.

And one of the phalanxes, there was no longer any living thing, and the blood shed by the green-skinned barbarians gathered into a small lake, and next to the small lake were two hills, one was a mountain of simple corpses, torn, cut, split, and not a single intact corpse was roughly piled up there, and not far away was another one...... A hill made entirely of heads, stacked like a pyramid on top of each other, exuding the smell of blood, this is a building called Kyokan, and it is simply a building forged to spread fear and death.

Attila felt the tranquility that even a needle could hear from the eyes around her, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she nodded very satisfied.

Trade the lives of a slacker and a bunch of orc warriors who are no longer loyal to her for the support of other armies, to suppress all sorts of grievances, to warn other tribes and other races of chieftain shamans...... That's a bargain.

Of course, Attila did not think that such an approach would lay even worse hidden dangers for the future, but all she needed was the peace and unity of the present, as long as she exchanged for a moment of unity, she had absolute self-confidence, confident that she would once again lead the army to conquer the losers, to destroy more things, to plunder the wealth of the dead, to divide the property of the living...... As long as we can win again, then all the contradictions will be resolved, and everything will return to the trajectory of victory again.