The Mercenary Regiment of the Maculags is called the Bloodoath Mercenary Regiment.

According to Tyrion, more than a month ago, Baron Buckley approached him and said that a group of thieves had arrived in his domain out of nowhere, not only destroying his crops, killing several farmers, but also sneaking into the baron's castle and stealing his belongings.

Baron Barkley had a group of knights, including many transcendents, but they were helpless against the thieves.

So they found the Blood Oath Mercenary Group, and the two sides negotiated a price to protect the baron's castle with a commission of 800 gold guilders per month, and the situation of the territory was patrolled by the knights themselves.

However, Tyrion led the Maculags into the castle, and thefts were still occurring.

Even servants and knights died, and the mercenary group lost two brothers.

Baron Barkley doubted the strength of the Blood Oath Mercenary Regiment, and at this time, the Manfarab Mercenary Regiment took the initiative to come to the door, snatch the mission with a lower commission, and take over the defense of the castle.

Moreover, the leader of the Manfarab Mercenary Regiment, a hybrid human and barbarian savage named Borch, advised Baron Buckley that he would not be paid the Bloodoath Mercenary Regiment for the past month.

Tyrion, of course, was reluctant and objected on the spot.

The two mercenary groups fought fiercely, because the blood oath mercenary group was small in number and Borch was a legendary warrior, and in the end the Makulag people were driven out of the castle and did not receive a commission.

Wren was a little surprised.

"The leader of the Manfarab mercenary group is a savage?"

"Yes, boss. Tyrion subconsciously touched his chest, where the injury had just healed, and replied with palpitations: "Borch's strength is terrifying, his extraordinary profession should not be a warrior, the last time I fought, I found out that he can spell." ”

"Legendary Savages ...... Mastered Spells"

Wren groaned a few times, more curious.

Humans and barbarians look similar in appearance, but there is a difference in size, but in fact, the two are completely different races, and their inner soul forms are very different.

Thousands of years ago, humanity was cursed with blood by the dark lord Yukthorne, and no matter what branch of humanity it is, where it lives in the world, or in other planes, all humans have not escaped this curse.

The barbarians, on the other hand, are completely unaffected, indicating that they are not an offshoot of humanity and have no blood ties.

However, there is no reproductive segregation between the two races and they are able to give birth to offspring.

The probability of a human and a barbarian having a hybrid is not low, lower than that of the normal race, but much higher than the probability of a human and an elf giving birth to a half-elf.

Because they have half human blood, they are also born with a blood soul curse, and their physique is better than that of ordinary humans, but they are far inferior to pure-blooded barbarians.

They are seen as outliers among humans and are discriminated against because, in most cases, they are the product of the humiliation of the human mother.

Even back to the barbarian tribe, it is difficult to survive in a brutal environment.

They are usually driven out into the wilderness and left to fend for themselves.

"Savages" refers to the mixed breed outcasts of humans and barbarians, and for some reason, savages are basically only males, and very few females are born.

It would probably take hundreds of wild men for a single woman to appear.

As a result, they are unable to reproduce and are not numerous enough to form social groups. Because of the ups and downs in the process of growing up and the lack of education, most of the adult savages have become bandits or cultists, and their personalities are extreme and cruel, and they are full of hostility to other races, especially hatred of humans and barbarians.

A savage, who can cultivate to the legendary realm and lead a group of barbarians and trolls, is definitely not a simple character.

But even a legendary savage has to spit out those eight hundred gold shields!

"Where is Baron Barkley's castle?" Wren asked, the Bloodoath Mercenary Regiment could not be wasted in that month, and the lives of the two brothers could not be sacrificed in vain.

Tyrion became excited, "It's just north of Mount Jubil, and after leaving the city, it's more than ninety miles away. ”

"Let's go. ”

Wren did not hesitate and decided to seek justice immediately.

A group of tall barbarians were running around the city, and in the middle there was a human in the middle, who looked like a leader, and immediately attracted people's attention.

The Blood Oath Mercenary Regiment has a great reputation in Jubil Mountain City, and when they meet other transcendents or mercenaries on the way, they will say hello a few times.

Tyrion is a sophisticated and calm person, and he will definitely stop to say a few words in normal times.

Today, he didn't have the heart to do so, and he wouldn't continue his mercenary career in Jubil Hill in the future, so he just nodded in response and didn't slow down.

This surprised many people, looking at the back of the barbarian leaving, thoughtful.

Some mercenaries who knew the inside story shook their heads and whispered, "The Blood Oath Mercenary Regiment is going to fight with Captain Borch." When someone heard this, they quietly followed, and the news spread among the mercenaries on Mount Jubil.

After leaving the city, Wren led the people back to the airship.

The extreme warriors who stayed behind in the airship were very excited to see their fellow clansmen, and there was a warm and fierce hug, and the airship became lively.

Wren looked at the thirty-one Ultramarines crowded in the cargo hold and said in a loud voice, "Okay, it's time to get down to business." ”

"Yes, boss!"

The Ultramarines hurriedly responded loudly, looking at Wren and waiting for his orders.

"Otto, you and your four brothers still stay and guard the airship. ”

Wren pointed out Otto and the Quadrupole Ultramarine, although they were a little depressed, they knew that the materials on the airship were very important and could not be left unguarded here, so they all nodded and answered.

"Everyone else is in armor. ”

"Brothers who just joined, you haven't trained the shooting skills of Rambo's gun, so use your own weapons first, don't worry, everyone will have a chance in the future. ”

Wren gave the order, and the Ultramarines sprang into action.

They opened the rows of large wooden boxes in the cargo hold, took out the armor from them and quickly put it on.

The armor was thick and heavy, the large, round shoulder armor was trimmed with gold, the coat of arms of the Augustan family was engraved on the chest, and the handle string was crossed with the war hammer, and the entire armor weighed more than four hundred pounds, heavier than half a year ago, and there were faint runes flashing on the surface.

After Wren mastered the knowledge of runes, he mixed Mithril into his armor to enchant it.

The enchantment effect only has one "protective energy damage", which can weaken the power of some spells, and the "elemental armor" necklace worn by everyone adds up to make the extreme warrior have a considerable spell resistance.

The material cost of a set of enchanted armor is more than three hundred gold guilders.

This is not counting Wren's manufacturing costs, the value of his exclusive activated metal process and smelting rare alloys, a set of armor can be sold for two thousand gold guilders.

Tyrion and the others had never worn such good armor before, and after putting it on excitedly, a sense of security arose.

The heavy armor did not affect their actions in the slightest.

At this time, they saw that Sicarius and the eight seasoned Ultramarines had their ammunition boxes behind them, pulled out chains from them and attached them to Rambo's spear, and then wrapped them in black cloth and hung them on the side.

This fully armed appearance made the new ultramarines envious.

In particular, Tyrion, who had experienced machine gun shooting, stared at Rambo's gun so tightly that he couldn't move it for even a second.

Wren saw him like this, so he took out a Rambo gun from the box and said with a smile: "Tyrien, you should also equip it, be careful not to misfire." ”

"Thank you, boss!" Tyrion was ecstatic.

He had learned a lot, and after two or three strokes of the ammunition box was put on his back, and the machine gun was held in his hand and checked over and over again, Sicarius came over and told him a few points of shooting.

Tyrion nodded repeatedly, remembering it all over again.

Seeing that the Ultramarines were ready, Wren took out a staff from the ring.

The lilac staff has a simple shape, about one meter eight long, the body of the staff is uneven, engraved with subtle runes, the head of the staff is like the jaws of a wrench, and a dark sapphire the size of a pigeon's egg is inlaid in the middle; and a little further down is tied with purple streamers, one long and one short, windless and automatic, exuding the brilliance of arcane.

This is the epic staff that Wren got half a year ago.

It is a weapon of Master Ruin's life, called the "Arcane Torrent Staff", specially designed for Arcanists, not only comes with three "Arcane Affinity" effects, that is, advanced affinity, can speed up 30% of arcane casting, increase the power of arcane, and enchant three arcane!

They are the "banishment" of the fourth ring, the "portal" of the fifth ring, and the "stasis force field" of the sixth ring.

None of these spells are offensive, but they are very useful.

Wren swung his staff, and the air surged, and after a few breaths, a tall, dark portal appeared in the cargo hold, and the back of the door seemed to lead to the void.

The portal is a five-ring spell.

It is only one word different from the "teleportation technique" that is also the five rings, but the effect is very different.

Teleportation is to send a target to any place within a hundred miles at random, and only after the seven rings can it be converted into a "fixed-point teleportation technique", and the teleportation distance is also farther.

The distance of the five-ring portal is only fifty miles, and it takes a long time to cast the spell, and the passage between the two places can be established so that multiple people can pass through.

The portal of the Void Torrent Staff, cast for less than five seconds.

If used correctly, not only can you take the opportunity to escape the battlefield during battle, but you can also recruit helpers to join the battle, which is more useful than the usual offensive arcane.

"Let's go inside. ”

The five-ring portal lasts for a maximum of two minutes.

Wren gave the order, and the Ultramarines walked into the portal without hesitation, and they were the last to enter, and when they came out, they were in a remote and uninhabited woods.

He casts a spell again to activate the portal.

During the casting process, the teleportation direction is selected and the teleportation distance is determined, and half a second before the spell is completed, the general terrain of the target location appears in the mind, like a simple three-dimensional map, and it is impossible to see the activity of creatures or specific scenes in the area.

In half a second, the general caster has no time to take a closer look, so he can only locate it casually.

Enough for Wren though.

He calmly found the outline of a castle, which was supposed to be Baron Barkley's castle.

Wren chose a position about two miles outside the castle and opened the portal.

Coming out of the portal, there was a large flat field nearby, planted with wheat, and several farmers were working in the fields, all of them were frightened, and they all threw down their tools and ran away.

"Help!"

"Go and inform the Baron......

The farmers panicked, shouting and screaming as they ran for their lives.

Wren ignored them, and turned to the castle not far away, built on the meandering river, not large in scale, far inferior to his own blue water high castle in Modu, and it looked relatively simple.

The nobility of the Duchy of Hohavin was in a much better situation than the nobility of the Empire, and the Queen of the Storm did not attack them, so the vast majority of the nobles had fiefs, and almost all the lands of the entire Duchy were canonized, and there were hundreds of nobles large and small, even the barons.

A lord of a barony, a castle certainly can't be compared to an imperial count.

Wren gestured towards the castle.

The Ultramarines ran down the road, the ground thumping like thousands of cavalry were charging.

Such a loud noise immediately alarmed the castle.

The gates of the castle were quickly closed, and a group of guards in armor climbed up the walls, along with a group of tall savages, who showed their upper bodies open, their rock-like muscles, their fur around their waists, and their weapons were crude axes or maces, which looked extremely strong.

Soon, the Ultramarines rushed to the bottom of the castle and stopped a hundred meters away.

Wren's gaze swept over the wall.

At this time, the figures of a dozen trolls appeared beside the barbarian.

They were nearly two meters tall, habitually hunched, and should be about the same height as barbarians if they stood up straight, but they were not so strong, their brown skin seemed to have been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, and they had only three thick fingers on their hands and only two fat toes on the soles of their feet.

The most striking are the two large fangs on the face, which grow from the sides of the mouth and curve upwards.

Their ears were very similar to those of elves, pointed and long, with a vague elven appearance, but their faces were hideous, with a large eagle hooked nose, hair like weeds, haphazardly tied into braids, and a pair of small eyes in deep sunken eye sockets.

Most of the trolls wore leather armor, armed with sharp axes, and carried hardwood longbows, and their soul eyes showed that they were not weak, to the point of mid-level transcendentals.

Among them are three trolls, which catch Wren's attention.

With multiple arcane elements in their souls, Bloodlust, Great Shock, Purification, Summoning Ghost Wolves, Nature Affinity, Healing, Lightning Chains, Flaming Hands, Wind Scissors, and more, and holding odd-shaped staffs in their hands, they are clearly the casters of trolls, that is, shamans.

Among the troll tribes, shamans have an extremely high status, second only to chiefs.

Wren nodded slightly at Tyrion.

Tyrion immediately understood, took off his helmet to reveal his face, and shouted loudly, "Baron Barkley!

His voice resounded throughout the castle, and the guards on the walls, the barbarians, and the trolls, who had been in a position like a great enemy, were relieved to see that it was Tyrion.

"I thought it was!"

A barbarian pointed at him and laughed, "Tyrion, you are not dead, so you want to come back to die?"

Wren narrowed his eyes, this barbarian has the strength of a high-level transcendent, similar to the previous Tyrion, a huge mace on his shoulder, and his attitude is extremely arrogant.

These barbarians came from a tribe called the Doraks on the Saine plateau.

The Doraks, whose territory is not far from the Maculags, have no border on each other, but there are frictions from time to time, and they believe in the "Black Emperor" Banerko, who is cruel and murderous, and is accustomed to conquering enemies with fear and violence, and is one of the most powerful barbarian tribes on the Saine Plateau.

"Goduny," Tyrion called out the other man's name and said in a deep voice, "I have nothing to do with your Manfarab mercenary group here, let Baron Barkley talk to me." ”

The barbarian was about to taunt two more words when a majestic voice rang out:

"Tyrion, do you dare to come back?"

Wren looked at the person who spoke, just a glance, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.