So readily agreed?

Wren was overjoyed, but before he could say thank you, Marius continued, "However, I have two prerequisites that must be made clear to my lord. ”

Really......

Wren thought that it was not so easy, and said with his chin bowed: "Your Excellency the Patriarch, please speak." ”

Marius still had a slight smell of alcohol on him, and as the guard Dolan had said, he had spent the whole night in the temple, apparently well thought out.

"Astarte is a tough place, but this is the home that we Makulag people have held for thousands of years, and no matter how many times we have been invaded by the enemy, we have not lost it. If the lord recruits the best warriors of the clan and weakens the defenses......"

Mariuston paused for a moment, looked up at the portrait, and continued: "I don't want to see the day Astarte is lost, and the consequences caused by this may not be borne by the lord. ”

He didn't say exactly what the consequences were, but Wren knew it was clear.

This temple hides the god of loyalty, Gilliman, Astarte, who is the last god kingdom of God, and if he falls into the hands of his enemies, Gilliman may never have a chance to rise again.

Wren suddenly felt creepy.

After the fall of the gods, it is almost impossible to respond to the believers, and the fire of faith is extremely dim even for the most devout fanatics.

For example, Zoltan, the dwarven forge god he believed in was completely silent, and the slightest sprout of the flame of faith could be extinguished at any time.

The beliefs of the Makulag are no better.

However, the Soul Eye saw that Marius's flame of faith was quite blazing, much brighter than the other Maculags, and more visible than yesterday.

Gilleman was able to communicate directly with the faithful!

Marius may have been in the temple all night, probably in counsel with Him.

Wren felt his heart pound, he was under the nose of a god, even a badly injured god, unable to move, disguised as a god, if he annoyed him, he would fight for his life to get up from the throne and give himself a blow......

He hurriedly said loudly: "I told the patriarch yesterday that the affairs of the Maculag are my affairs, and the enemies of the Maculags are my enemies. ”

"I'll repeat it again today!"

"I, Rennes Augustus, will never let Astarte fall. Any enemy who dares to invade Astarte, unless he steps over my corpse, I will make them pay, whoever it is. ”

Wren swore an oath, not only for Marius, but more importantly for Gilliman to hear.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the statue, and vaguely felt that his coercion had weakened.

Wren continued his efforts and said his plan, "Your Excellency Patriarch, I am going to build a training base for the Augustus family on the plateau, with a teleportation array in the base to reach my castle. If the patriarch allows, I can locate the base closer to Astarte, so that the Ultramarines can return home and help Astarte in the battle at any time. ”

"Training base...... The lord's ambition is not small. Marius raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully.

"It's not an ambition, it's just that the House of Augustus needs strength to defend their territory. Wren casually explained.

Marius smiled, a thoughtful look on his face.

Wren didn't bother him, thinking that he might be secretly communicating with Gilliman.

After a few moments, Marius spoke up, "Good!"

He looked at Wren, "Astarte is willing to form an alliance with Glamorgan, and the Lord Lord can recruit Ultramarines in Astarte, but the Makulag people can only be loyal to the Lord Lord in their personal name. In addition, the lord must make a guarantee that the Ultramarines will not be allowed to convert. ”

Wren immediately nodded in agreement, he never interfered with other people's beliefs.

Marius added: "As an ally, Glamorgan is obliged to participate in the battle in time to protect Astarte's safety when it is attacked. ”

"That's as it should be. "Wren had already had this plan.

When the number of Ultramarines recruited is enough, find an opportunity to sweep the enemies near Astarte, which can not only relieve worries, but also harvest souls to improve the strength of Ultramarines, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"The number of Mavilag is limited, and the lord cannot recruit too many people in a short period of time. Marius said this, with great curiosity in her eyes.

He is a legendary warrior who can only withstand the distractions of the voices of five symbiotes.

But listening to what Sicarius said, before Wren was promoted to Legendary, there were already thirty-one symbiotes, I really don't know how to do it?

Wren replied with a smile: "Patriarch, don't worry, I am currently only going to recruit twenty-nine extreme warriors, and gather sixty people to form five combat teams. ”

This was the upper limit of what he expected to be disturbed by his heart, and no more.

Marius was still shocked: "Sixty symbiotes!"

He sighed for a few breaths, this number can still be drawn out for the entire clan, and it will not hurt the muscles and bones, and according to Wren's plan, it will be easy for the extreme warriors to come back.

"The alliance agreement, which we will discuss in detail later, swears and witnesses in the name of God. "That's the first premise. ”

Wren struck a deaf gesture.

"The second request ......" Marius's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he looked at Wren again, "The Maculags do not serve the weak, even if the lord has convinced many clansmen, but this rule cannot be broken, on behalf of the clansmen, I challenge the lord 'Makogora'." ”

"Makgora!"

Wren's face was stunned, of course he knew what kind of tradition Makgora was.

Both sides of the duel cannot use spells, sneak attacks, or overly powerful weaponry, and fight only with the purest skill until one side falls or concedes.

He had expected Marius to ask him to give Astarte a batch of supplies every year, but he didn't expect it to be Maggora.

Wren hesitated.

It's not that he's afraid of Marius, but he thinks it's pointless.

Marius won, he can still recruit Ultramarines, such good conditions and treatment, few Macurags can refuse, and it will not affect the prestige of Ultramarines.

If he wins, Marius' patriarchal prestige will be damaged.

Wren looked at Marius and asked, "Your Excellency the Patriarch, is this really necessary?"

"Yes. ”

Marius replied lightly, "For the lord, it may be dispensable, but it is important to me. You must defeat me, or tie with me, to be qualified to take my people from Astarte, otherwise I will not be able to account to my lord with a single agreement. ”

The look of the legendary barbarian was resolute.

The color of his soul is also bright white, which shows that his mind has been decided, and he has not wavered in the slightest.

Wren probably understood that this was the glory of a legend and the dignity of a warrior. Gilliman once held the Priesthood of Glory, and Marius still follows it, perhaps looking forward to the day when he will regain the Priesthood of Glory.

After he thought about it, Masace replied, "I accept your challenge to Makgora. ”

Marius looked approving.

If Wren refuses to challenge out of fear, then the agreement he negotiated will no longer exist, and he will do everything in his power to stop Wren's recruitment.

"When?" Wren asked without any fuss, "I think the sooner the better." ”

He wanted to settle things quickly.

Marius was a little stunned, and nodded happily: "Then as you wish, just today, I will send someone to arrange it." ”

Normally, Makogora just picks a random place to fight.

However, this time is different, the leaders of the two forces carry out Makgoras, which affects the future cooperation, and cannot be too hasty, and there is a formal traditional process.

Half an hour later, the news that Wren and Marius were going to perform Makgora spread throughout Astarte, causing a huge sensation.

The duel took place in an open field outside the city of Astarte.

The chief's guards used the blood of wild beasts to draw a large circle on the ground with a diameter of two hundred paces, and if they fell outside the circle, they were defeated.

Twenty-sided drums of animal skins were placed outside the circle, beaten by strong barbarians.

Bang!

At noon, the war drums shook the sky, and the passionate rhythm resounded in the sky.

All the Makulags walked out of their homes, climbed the walls, watchtowers, or rooftops of their homes, and stood on a high vantage point, looking down at the duel outside Astarte.

The sound of drums shook the sky, making the atmosphere extremely solemn.

People couldn't help but whisper, full of anticipation for this time Maggora.

The vast majority of the makurags believed that the patriarch could win.

Marius was a rare and powerful warrior in the history of the clan, just over sixty years old when he was about to advance to the middle rank of the legend. The life span of the Makulag is one hundred and fifty years, and the patriarch is still very young, and he will definitely become a legendary high-ranking warrior in the future.

In their eyes, the patriarch is a symbol of invincibility.

In addition to his personal strength, Marius was more adept at commanding battles.

Over the years, the enemy's attacks on Astarte have become more ferocious and more numerous, and under the leadership of Marius, albeit with great difficulty, each time the enemy has been repelled with minimal effort.

Looking at the patriarchs of the past, there is no better one than Marius, and many Maculags believe that Marius will bring the tribe back to life.

Even some Ultramarines are not optimistic about Wren.

They know that Wren is strong, more powerful than the average legend, but spells cannot be used in Makgora, and the boss should not be an opponent of the patriarch.

Only the thirteen Ultramarines who had followed Wren in the battle of Wezeland had enough confidence in Wren.

As the sun climbed to the top, Marius walked out of his quarters on the fourth floor.

He has a resolute face, short black hair stands up like a needle, a leather skirt wrapped around his waist, his bare feet, revealing his upper body, the power contained in his huge and strong muscles seems to burst out, his arms are as thick as ordinary people's thighs, and the whole person is as strong and majestic as a wall.

With a two-handed greatsword in his hand, Marius took a few steps to accelerate and run, and soared into the air with a thud.

Bang!

To the sound of war drums, Marius jumped straight into the sky from the fourth floor of Astarte, and then landed on the ground, smashing a large crater outside the dueling circle.

"Marius!"

"Marius!"

"Marius ......"

The barbarians cheered excitedly, cheering for their patriarchs, and with the rousing drums, they created a blood-boiling majesty.

Then, in full view, an arbitrary gate opened in a clearing outside the city.

Wren stepped out of any door and appeared in the sight of the Maculags.

This way of appearing is undoubtedly far less powerful than Marius, at least not so stylish, and it does not meet the expectations of the Marilag people, which immediately caused a burst of boos, and some people even cheered.

Marius looked at Wren and saw that he had not done anything to prepare, and that he had been dressed in the same way as he had been at the temple.

He was about to remind Makogora of the rules, but Wren himself began to unload.