On the airship, Wren saw Sicarius dancing and talking.

He didn't listen to the sound of all things, but he could see that the patriarch Marius's expression was constantly changing, stern, dignified, surprised, confused, etc., and from time to time he opened his mouth to ask Sicarius some questions, and couldn't help but look up at the airship, his eyes were very complicated.

"Primordial ...... Modu ...... Wezeland ...... Earl of Glamorgan, Boss...... Rambo's Spear...... Fire Dragon......" Some words came out of Sicarius' mouth.

Beside Marius, the other Maculags let out a cry of surprise.

But Marius' brow furrowed.

Wren saw that the color of his soul was rapidly changing, like a large dye vat, with excitement and shock, more hesitation and worry, and it was clear that he had thought more than the average Maculag.

When Sicarius had finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

The patriarch's reaction made Sicarius realize that something was wrong, and the three dragon-riding Ultramarines who had landed looked at each other, they had been in the empire for many years and knew more than the people who stayed on the plateau, and vaguely guessed some of Marius' thoughts.

"Patriarch?"

Sicarius cautiously asked, "Can you let the airship land?" ”

"Of course, brothers are welcome home. Marius glanced at the airship and said with a smile: "I also want to know your boss, what kind of hero can make you respect him so much." ”

"Boss he ......"

Sicarius wanted to blow a few words for Wren, but was touched by Tyrion from behind, and quickly changed his words: "I'll go and inform the airship to come down." ”

As he spoke, he jumped on the flaming dragon and soared into the air.

Moments later, the airship slowly landed on a platform atop a boulder in the city, under the watchful eyes of the entire city's Makulags.

The door of the cargo hold opened, and one by one Ultramarines in enchanted armor stepped out.

They were divided into two rows, led by two extreme warriors holding battle flags more than four meters high, on the jet-black metal flagpole, fluttering a blood-dyed red square flag, in the middle of which there was a golden emblem crossed by a moon and a war hammer, and the edge of the flag was surrounded by a gold-like wheat ear pattern, the overall pattern was simple and clear, and it was unforgettable at a glance.

Bang!bang......

The sound of heavy footsteps was uniform, like a war drum that shook the sky, beating on the hearts of every onlooker.

Even though there were less than thirty of them, and they knew that they were their own people, this kind of extremely powerful momentum still shocked the Makulag people, who had never left the plateau, and the dangerous aura came to their faces, making their hearts awe-inspiring.

With a bang, the two rows of extreme warriors stood face to face, like a tall steel barrier.

Then, a young human was seen.

He was wearing close-fitting silver light armor, with a sturdy and long body, extremely handsome appearance, a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hanging from his waist, and a blood-red cloak on his back.

By the standards of the Makulags, this young human was thin and weak, inferior to even the minors in the clan, however, no one dared to underestimate him in such a majestic formation.

Wren walked between the two rows of Ultramarines, a breeze blowing, and the cloak flew and hunted.

Marius's eyelids jumped, as a legend, his perception was many times sharper than that of his people, but after looking twice, he sensed a strong coercion on this human body, which seemed to be covered by the cloak, and he couldn't really see the details.

He greeted him and said loudly, "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to Astarte." ”

As he spoke, the barbarian patriarch stretched out his big hand.

"Lord Marius. Wren also stretched out his right hand, and the two hands, which were nearly three times the size, were clasped together with a crisp sound.

However, the two had no intention of competing, and separated after a little temptation.

"Lord Lord is really young and promising!" Marius said half flattering and half sighing, "Listening to Sicarius just now, I thought Lord was at least forty or fifty years old, but I didn't expect to be so young that I feel old. ”

"Please call me Wren. Wren replied with a smile: "I have long heard of the prestige of the patriarch from Sicarius, and today I finally saw it, and I am ashamed of the patriarch's strength." ”

"Really?" said Marius, noncommittal.

The two exchanged a few polite words, and the scene looked harmonious.

Wren sighed secretly in his heart, this makulag patriarch was not particularly welcoming to his arrival, and was even a little wary.

Empathy, in fact, can be understood.

The purpose of his visit to Astarte was to recruit more Ultramarines, but the entire Macurag tribe only had more than 3,000 people in total, half of whom were men, and the remaining half of the women were no less powerful than men, but they did not have the talent for Primordial Symbiosis.

Excluding the children who have not yet reached adulthood, there are actually only about a thousand Macurags who can become extreme warriors.

If they were to be recruited, even if only half of them were to be taken away, the entire strength of the Makulag tribe would be severely damaged, and they would lose their foothold on the plateau.

Marius, as the patriarch, certainly didn't want to see that happen.

Wren thought to himself that he didn't have a plan to recruit so many extreme warriors, and he couldn't withstand the interference of so many symbiotes, and he had also prepared compensation conditions for the clan.

When you first arrive, it's not the time to talk about the conditions, and you can talk about it slowly.

Wren waved his hand and turned around, "Brothers, let's move all the supplies down." ”

"Yes, boss. ”

The Ultramarines responded in unison, returning to the airship's cargo hold and moving down large heavy wooden crates, which were piled up as high as a hill on the platform in a matter of minutes, at least a few hundred boxes.

Wren said: "Patriarch, I heard that the Maculag has been under threat and is in urgent need of supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some daily clothes and spices, which are not worth much, and they are my gifts to the clan, thank Sicarlius for their service to me and relieve them of their worries." ”

Several Ultramarines opened a batch of boxes in public.

The crates were filled with five hundred sets of fine armor tailored for the Maculags, as well as matching two-handed greatswords and three thousand javelins made of black steel.

In addition, there are two large boxes of healing potions, poison-removing potions, and so on.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the onlookers of the Maculag people lit up, and Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a few breaths, and finally said: "I thank the lord for the gift of all the Maculags." ”

In fact, he wanted to refuse, but there were too many supplies for this batch, and it was exactly what the tribe urgently needed.

Wren said that it was not worth anything, but Marius knew very well in his heart that it was worth at least more than 50,000 gold shields, and he had no connections in the empire, and he couldn't buy it with money.

And without counting the freight, it was sent all the way to the Saine Plateau, which shows Rennes' intentions.

Marius sent men to bring the supplies down to the city's warehouse, and then arranged for a welcome banquet for Wren.

Wren breathed a sigh of relief, and Marius' acceptance of this batch of supplies was a good start.

He said to the Ultramarines, "You're all home, disbanded on the spot." ”

It was only then that the Ultramarines took off their helmets, showed their faces to recognize their clansmen, and shouted their names with a cry of surprise.

"Gron!"

Kivat...... Gilleman's on top, you've changed so much that I don't even recognize you......"

"It turned out to be you, Baredy, who really scared me. ”

"Hahaha, didn't you expect that?" The Ultramarines were very excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, and sharing their imperial experiences as they went to their homes.

They can't do without the boss, that is, Wren.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, his eyes full of helplessness.

These clansmen who have returned from the empire have completely fallen to their original body, and they are also Wren's best propagandists among the tribe.

Marius let out a soft sigh, knowing that it would be difficult for him to stop Wren from recruiting his people.

There's so much Wren can give!

The first is strength, Sicarius, Tyrion and Otto are the best role models, all three of them have been promoted to legends, you know, there has been no legend among the tribes for decades, and the other clansmen who followed Wren have also become high-level warriors, which is a miracle.

The second is equipment, whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo spear that Sicarlius said, it is the weapon and equipment that the clan dreams of. In particular, Rambo's spear, although he has not seen its power with his own eyes, can also feel its power from Sicarus's description.

Finally, there is glory, Wren is a hero of the famous empire, and the Ultramarines follow him to fight, and will surely become a world-famous super army in the future, leaving a glorious page in history.

There are also dragon mounts, good salaries, a good life in Modu, etc., and almost no one of them can resist such temptations.

Marius felt powerless.

He looked at Wren, the young human lord, mysterious, powerful, and with an astonishing background, seemingly shrouded in an impenetrable fog that hid countless secrets in the depths.

"Your Excellency, Lord Lord, is a good means. Marius said with mixed feelings.

"Your Excellency, Patriarch. Wren stroked his chest and saluted, his face full of sincerity, "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no ill will towards the Makulag tribe, the affairs of the tribe are my business, and the enemies of the tribe are my enemies." Wren Augustus will always be an ally of the Makulags!"

When Marius heard this, his face softened slightly.

However, he didn't agree on the spot, thought for a long time, and said: "I hope that the lord can do what he says, but the alliance is not a trivial matter, and it is not something I can decide, please rest in the clan and wait for news." ”。

Wren was a little surprised.

As far as he knew, the political structure of the Maculags was simple, the strong were respected, and the patriarch Marius had the final say almost alone, so why couldn't he make decisions?