The chief of Rostock looked around him dejectedly, there were only more than 200 remnants of the defeated army around him, and at this time they escaped the pursuit of the javelin cavalry, they were glad that they were reborn after the catastrophe, many Slavs lost their way, and some fled straight in the direction of their homeland, and there were only more than 200 people gathered around the chief of Rostock, plus most of the baggage supplies were lost, and the morale was extremely low.

"It seems that the only way to do this is to return to the territory and make plans again." The chief of Rostock wiped his face, and with the intention of thinking that he was perfect, but he was defeated at the castle of Mecklenburg, and even his bravest warrior Xavier was defeated, and there were only 200 of the more than 1,000 soldiers left, and if Arold pursued him with his army, the chief of Rostock knew very well that he would be defeated.

In the burned village where he had temporarily settled, it suddenly began to rain, and the only cowshed with only a half-pulled roof left was dripping with rain, and the chief of Rostock looked up and saw that the icy rain had fallen on his face, and the damned Germanic people had burned the village to the ground, and now he and his soldiers could only shiver in the rain, endure hunger and cold, but it was better than sleeping in the wilderness.

While the chief of Rostock and his soldiers did not know how to spend the night, the castle of Mecklenburg was a bustling scene of joy, and after a fierce battle, people gathered in the hall of the lord, sat together for a sumptuous dinner, told each other about the dangers of the battlefield, and many shouted at the women hiding in the towers.

"Harvey, those friends of yours will be rewarded by me, and I will give them a piece of land in Mecklenburgshire. But in return, they must join the Brotherhood of the Blood Drops, operating as an independent bandit group within your jurisdiction. Arold ate the bacon on his plate and said to Harvey, who was sitting next to him, that he had always taken an uncompromising attitude towards bandits, but a gang of bandits that turned into surprise soldiers at a critical moment, Arold realized that it was an important addition to his strength.

"What if they don't say yes?" Harvey asked Arold with a smile, but out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the balding man sitting with the ordinary soldiers eating.

Arold didn't answer Harvey's question, he picked up a large piece of bacon and sliced it down with a cleaver. This action speaks for itself. Those who do not obey Arold's authority will be eaten on the plate.

"Lord Count, it seems that the Chief of Rostock and his men are still in our territory, and we need to send troops to search and expel them?" Julian received a report from the Javelinmen, and the scattered Slavs seemed to be regrouping. If they get support from Rostockshire. There will be a possible comeback.

"I'm not worried about that. The moment the Rostock chieftain left his lair, he was doomed to death. Harvey took a sip of mead, her face slightly rosy. She gently tugged at the wooden table with her fingers and said to Arrod.

"Oh?" Arold looked at Harvey's face and narrowed his eyes, it seemed that this woman had some information, but Arold didn't plan to ask now.

Julian and Harvey's intelligence was correct, the Rostock chieftain was not willing to fail like this, he led his army to retreat to the border, where is the border between Mecklenburg and Rostock, the Rostock chieftain thought very well, he was waiting for reinforcements and supplies from Rostock, his herald had gone to give the order, as long as he held on for a while, he could recover.

In fact, the wait of the chief of Rostock was not long, a team loaded with food and a hundred soldiers arrived at the camp in the early morning of the third day, looking at the full load of food and reinforcements, there was a long-lost cheer in the camp, they had been without food for several days, and some of the wounded war horses were killed.

"My lord, you have suffered." The male pet of the chief of Rostock looked at the chief's haggard appearance and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and the chief of Rostock did not expect that it was his male pet who was the first to support him after he successively issued orders to the chiefs in the territory who were loyal to him.

"You're here just in time, baby." The chief of Rostock hugged the thin waist of the male pet, crying bitterly like a child, he seemed to want to vent the grievances of his whole body.

"My poor chief, you need some comfort." The male pet sighed, then kissed the forehead of the chief of Rostock, and went all the way down and untied the leather strap of the chief's pants, and buried his head between the chief's two boasts.

"Oh, uh-huh." Chief Rostock's face was a mixture of pain and joy, and his nose seemed to glow even redder.

"My poor chief, you need something special." The male pet raised his head and looked at the chief with blue eyes, then took off his shirt, revealing his fair skin.

"Ah, baby, give it to me." Chief Rostock roared excitedly, but the male pet ran away from him like a loach, the chief followed closely behind him, the two chased in the dense forest, the male pet let out a grinning laugh, like a seductive banshee in the middle of the night to tempt the chief, Chief Rostock stretched out his hand to remove the dense branches in front of him, his face with a blank smile.

"Come on."

"Baby, I've got you, I've never played this game before." Chief Rostock looked at the male pet leaning against a big tree, his bare upper body, and in excitement, he also peeled off his leather armor, revealing loose muscles and white chest hair, and walked towards the male pet with open arms.

"Whoosh." Suddenly, the sound of an arrow breaking through the air sounded, and the chief of Rostock was excited, and he certainly understood the meaning of this sound after many years of fighting, but he only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"Who, who attacked me?" An arrow pierced his shoulder, blood running down the wound, and Chief Rostock fell to one knee as he yelled at the bushes and forests around him.

"It's me." A woman's voice sounded, and an archer in a gray cloak came out from behind a tree, and as she went, she took off her hood, revealing long red hair and the appearance of a young and beautiful Slavic girl.

"You, you're Marty, Momis's daughter. Why are you here? Chief Rostock was taken aback, he could not understand why Marty had attacked him, and after Momis's death, his fiefdom of Wille County was inherited by his daughter Marty, a young girl with no experience in war, so even Bilis disdained.

"You Bilis's lackey, I didn't expect that." Marty looked coldly at Chief Rostock, who was kneeling on the ground and gradually bleeding and weakened, slowly walked to his side, and threw down the bow in his hand, instead pulling out a short dagger from his waist.

"I did what you asked me to do, can you let me go now? I can't see this bloody scene. The male pet shrugged his shoulders and said to Marty.

"Here you go." Marty took off a heavy money bag from his waist and threw it to the male pet, who took it and opened it to look at it and nodded with satisfaction.

"No, don't leave me." Chief Rostock stretched out his hand to the male pet, his own bloodstained hand, but the male pet just winked at him, and his head would not leave.

"Suffer death, for everyone who becomes a lackey of Bilis." Marty kicked Chief Rostock to the ground, then slashed him with a dagger in the throat.

"Bang bang." The throat of the chief of Rostock made a terrible sound, his eyes wide and he gasped for breath, and the sound of shouts and screams of murder and the clashing of weapons rang in his ears. (To be continued......)