The chief of Rostock looked at the letter brought to him by the messenger of Billis, the letter was some orders from Billis, what made the chief of Rostock uncomfortable was that he was not a courtier of Billis, his feudal lord was the great chief of Mecklenburg, that is, the father of Billis who was dying on the sickbed, but after the death of Momis, the hero Kang Tuoyi was falsely accused and his whereabouts were unknown, and the heir to the position of the great chief of course fell on Billis's head, If the chief of Rostock wants to have a good life in the future, he can't ignore Bilis's orders, not to mention that the chief of Rostock, who knows well, doesn't want to provoke the ruthless Bilis.

"My master, what is it that makes you so sorrowful?" At this moment, from behind the chief of Rostock stretched out a pair of hands, the arms were white and soft, but different from the woman's hand, more powerful and powerful.

"Hey, my darling Dick, not that self-righteous fellow of Bilis, I have not yet pledged allegiance to him, and I have ordered in the voice of a monarch to attack the Germans who invaded Mecklenburg." The balding chief of Rostock, who was bald in his twilight years, was shirtless, his chest was a ring of whitish chest hair, his muscles were loose due to his pampering years, and his face had a wine trough nose.

"Then it's better to reject him." Also naked/naked embraced the chief of Rostock from the bed behind him, but a young Slavic man, fair and handsome face, long millet hair, even tight muscles, but the two intimate touch like lovers, as a follower of Lomvaism admired nature, unlike the Catholic prohibition of sodomy, many Slavic nobles had their own favored men.

But Biliss was right. After the Germans took control of Mecklenburg, their power grew, and according to my spies, Germanic immigrants immigrated to Mecklenburg every day. "The chief of Rostock jumped up from the soft bed, although he had entered the twilight of his life, but the young chief of Rostock was also a mighty warrior, and even now he was agile, and the male pet hurriedly dressed him naked.

"Chief, what are you going to do?" Although the male pet was a man, he was handsome and castrated, and was a Viking purchased from the north by the chief of Rostock. And soon became the heart and soul of the chief of Rostock.

"Hey. It's been a long time since I've been active, it's time for me, an old fellow, to get moving, and you'll stay in the castle, baby. Chief Rostock kissed the boy on the cheek and reached out to pat his buttocks. Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled and walked out of the bedroom.

Chief Rostock strode out of the wooden fortress castle. His territory extends into the Baltic Sea, a narrow terrain surrounded on three sides. The salty smell of the sea breeze always permeated the air, and the chief of Rostock stuck his head out of the wooden-framed window as he looked at the drunken soldiers drinking in the castle. The soldiers were staggering and sleeping on the ground, slaves and servants were carrying things past them, the dogs in the castle were licking their vomit beside the soldiers, and a strong warrior pressed the slave girl in the corner of the hut and lifted her skirt and shook it vigorously.

"Xavier, you energetic male dog, lift your trousers, grab your sword, prepare your horse, don't waste your energy on women, go and stab the filthy Germans with your sword this time." The chief of Rostock leaned against the window and roared at the warrior who was venting on the slave girl, who looked up at Rostock, lowered his head and let out a roar in his throat, and the slave girl under him also twitched under him.

"Ah, okay, damn it." Xavier pushed away the slave girl beneath him, his face flushed, his short brown hair, two beards on his lips, and he stretched out his thick arm to wipe his forehead.

"Quick, stop grinding." Chief Rostock couldn't help but shake his head as Xavier looked, the bravest warrior under his command had always been so unruly, but his strength was unquestionable, because he was a hero on a par with Kang Tuoyi.

"Hurry up, lazy worms, fools." Xavier lifted his trousers and fastened the leather belt around his waist, and he walked over to the staggering soldiers, stretched out his leather boots and kicked them hard, kicking them all to their senses.

"What's wrong?" The Slavic soldiers rubbed their eyes and asked Xavier with sleepy eyes.

"Take your spears and shields, the chief wants us to go on a campaign." Xavier cursed and cursed to his men, and after a few moments the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the castle, and the chief of Rostock mounted his horse, followed by his own noble cavalry, these two dozen noble cavalrymen wore chain mail and chain mail hoods, and they carried sharp battle axes.

"Xavier I have sent emissaries to the town, and soon a hundred medium infantry will join us, and the leaders of the tribes will lead the heavy infantry and village light infantry to follow me." The Rostock chieftain grasped the reins of his horse with his hands, and with the help of his retinue wore armor sewn from leather and iron armor, and held in his hand a short iron rod with a sleek spherical head, a blunt instrument that, with a single swing, could break the blood flow of a man's head, and was a symbol of the authority of the Rostock chieftain.

"Yes, my chief." Xavier put his hand on his chest, bent down to Rostock, then took the reins of a horse from under his hand, then quickly turned on his horse, and galloped out of the castle after the chief of Rostock, followed by soldiers with spears and large shields, the towers of the castle sounded the sound of horns, the melodious sound of trumpets fluttered in the sky, and the army of the chief of Rostock was lined up in a long snake-like formation, winding out of the castle, and the flag representing the chief of Rostock fluttered high.

"Look, the army of the Chieftain of Rostock." The peasants in the wilderness outside the castle saw the army coming out of the castle and said to each other, the children in the village laughed and followed the army in the meadow, the proud cavalry and the mighty infantry in the eyes of the innocent children were simply the heroes in their hearts, and the peasants looked at the familiar faces, and some of the women could not help but turn around and wipe their eyes, they did not know that many of them would come back alive.

"What's going on?" Suddenly, a traveling merchant selling iron needles and some pickled fish in the village asked curiously.

"Oh, you don't know, at the head of the line is the chief of Rostockshire, and all the troops in the castle are dispatched, this is a big war." The villagers of the village said to him as they picked up the goods in the traveling merchant's backpack.

"War, the gods of Lomwa, who are you going to fight against, I don't want to be blocked by war on my way to Willeshire." The traveling merchant lamented that the merchant feared nothing more than war, which would cut off traffic, and the rebels would plunder caravans and merchants.

"Rest assured, they're going to trouble the Germans of Mecklenburg." A large-breasted village woman said to the traveling merchant with a small piece of fabric.

"How do you know Lu Dao?"

"My mistress is a guard at Rostock Castle, and while I was bringing him breakfast, I heard the chief shouting to Xavier to kill the Germans, so it could not have been against Willecounty." The big-breasted village woman twisted her waist and shook her hips proudly, and everyone else was dismissive, but her husband was originally a farmer, but in the autumn near the forest was eaten by a hungry bear, and she became a widow and hooked up with the castle guards, and lived a better life than the other farmers in the village.

"Ah, that's good." There was a casual look in the eyes of the traveling merchant, but he quickly disguised himself in the bargaining with the villagers, and he took goods that the peasants rarely saw, and unlike the caravans in the bazaar, which only required silver coins, he accepted eggs, furs, etc., so the traveling merchant was very popular with the peasants after several round-trips, but most people only knew that he was a Slav.

"Do you have any of this fabric?" The peasant women, after some searching, were disappointed to see that the beautiful fabrics were gone, and asked the traveling merchants.

"I only got so much this time, and I'll bring more next time." The traveling merchant smiled and took the eggs and furs that the peasant women had exchanged, stuffed them into his skin, and then left the village with a stick, stepping on the mud under his feet, and smiling, a flock of chickens fluttering their wings and clucking to the side, he walked with the stick to the dense forest far from the village, looked around carefully, and when he saw that there was no one, he took out a small iron cage from his other skin.

"Goo, goo." Inside the cage is a owl, this gray owl's round eyes are staring at the traveling merchant, the pointed mouth moves from time to time, the traveling merchant puts on an iron arm ring, opens the cage and reaches out to grab the night owl out, the owl's sharp claws grasp the iron ring, and it has a small iron ring on its left leg.

"The army of the chief of Rostock is set out to aim directly at the county of Mecklenburg, and I hope that the Count will be prepared in advance, and it is estimated that the enemy's army will arrive in four days." The traveling merchant tore off the linen from his clothes, then took out a small strip of graphite, on which he could not write, and on which he drew a sketch of the coat of arms of the chief of Rostock, and then pointed an arrow at the black lion, and at the same time wrote Arabic numerals in the middle of the arrow, and when he was done, he drew a large drop of ink under the strip.

"Goo~~~." When the Traveling Merchant had done all this, he released the Traveling Merchant in the direction of Mecklenburgshire, who turned out to be a member of Harvey's Blooddrops who was tasked with finding information on Rostock. (To be continued......)