"May the eyes of Snoald be upon your enemies." The warriors standing in the camp saw a patriarch come to the camp, bowed and saluted, and then stretched out his hand to open the gate of the camp and welcomed the Saxon patriarch in.

"May the hands of the Lord grasp the hearts of your enemies." The patriarch also performed a strange ritual to the warrior and walked into the camp.

Not far away, the royal city of the Burgundian was in flames, and even though the camp was a certain distance away from the royal city of Burgundy, the terrible shouts could still reach the ears, making the patriarch's heart fiery and terrifying.

The camp was built in a very large way, and countless warriors were busy in the camp, either holding the spoils of war they had stolen from the city or dragging the prisoners they had just captured.

But the scene in front of him, which was obviously busy, was not a sound, which made the screams that came into the ears of the patriarch even more harsh. He tightened his coat tightened, and after telling himself that it was only because the late autumn breeze was already chilling to the bone, not because of the fear in his heart, he hurried through the soldiers who came and went.

When these Saxon warriors saw this warrior, they bowed down with expressionless expressions on their faces and went about their own business, but the patriarch did not dare to ignore them as before, so he hurriedly opened the curtain of the large tent in the center of the camp and walked in.

There were already many patriarchs of other Saxon tribes sitting in the tent, and they had always been powerful in front of their own people, but they were sitting in this tent at this time, but they were silently eating the wine and meat brought by the soldiers in the camp, which made the atmosphere in the tent seem extremely oppressive and heavy.

The patriarch who had just come in didn't dare to say anything in such an atmosphere, so he swept around the people in the tent, and after nodding to each other with several familiar patriarchs, he found a place to sit down, just eating the food on the small table in front of him like everyone else.

In the following time, people approached the tent from time to time, and they were obviously familiar with the atmosphere in the tent, and after finding a place to sit down, they also ate food without saying a word.

This made the patriarch sigh slightly in his heart, after being a patriarch for decades, even if his combat strength was not as good as before because of his physical age, but relying on the prestige he had accumulated in his own clan, he still firmly controlled the position of the patriarch of the clan. He could be said to have seen the leader of the Saxons for several generations, and he participated in almost every year when the coalition went out to raid, but there was never such silence as the banquet of the coalition chiefs in the past five years.

They live by looting, and the position of the tribal patriarch has always relied on fighting to get to the top, and several of them have good tempers. In the past, when the coalition forces were allied, there would be no quarrels at any banquet, and sometimes everyone could not even argue that everyone directly pulled their own soldiers and did a good job outside the camp.

But since Sam overthrew Coles and became the leader of the new coalition of Saxons, everything has changed, and those who dare to make a lot of noise in the tent and not give Sam face have been dragged out by Sam's soldiers to feed the fish, or become fertilizer in the Nordic Black Forest, and the people who are left behind are basically people who know how to read people's faces.

The patriarch was still reminiscing about the old days in his seat, lamenting Sam's growing power in the coalition forces, when he was suddenly awakened by a sound of footsteps from behind the tent.

When Sam walked into the tent with the two warriors, all the chiefs put down the food in their hands almost at the same time, hurriedly wiped the corners of their mouths with their sleeves, and then stood up and respectfully greeted the leader until Sam sat in his place and waved his hand, and they did not dare to sit down.

Sam motioned for everyone to sit down, and without hurrying to speak, he swept around all the Saxon tribal chiefs below, and wherever he looked, the man's waist straightened up.

This made Sam's heart full of sighs, who would have thought that five years ago he was only an elder of a small tribe, because of old age and decay was driven down by the younger generation of the clan, and he couldn't even keep the position of patriarch, so he had no choice but to be responsible for the sacrifice and pension of the tribe.

But look at the present, the patriarchs of the big clans who were majestic in their eyes in the past are all sitting carefully below at this moment, and once their faces are slightly unsafe, they feel fear and uneasiness, where is there still the mighty appearance in their own eyes before.

Not to mention that he has been buried in the Black Forest of Northern Europe by himself, and has become the former leader of the fertilizer Coles, when he was the patriarch before, Coles was an unattainable big man in his eyes, and he would be happy to show his face in front of him, and when would he dare to expect himself to sit in his position.

All this changed from that night, and Sam was very glad in his heart for his sudden wit, and became his first believer when the true god who brought him great power first appeared. As for the rumors circulating in his mouth that this god was a demon god, Sam pursed his lips with disdain.

When he was ousted from the position of patriarch by the younger generation of the clan, he already knew clearly that everything in this world is false, and only the power in your hands is your last guarantee, and it is also your most reliable weapon and reliance. Everything else is empty, what prestige, what is the will of the people, in the end, everything is determined by the power in the hand.

Therefore, Sam has a very firm belief in the Lord who brings great power to him, and it can be said that Sam's loyalty to Charles is now comparable to or far greater than that of the most devout Christian believers.

The Lord said that he would start a war and spread his prestige in the world, but Sam did not ask anything, and without saying a word, he gave him the weapons that Charles had given him to his most trusted warriors, and he led them to overturn the Saxon tribes around him who did not take refuge in him, and the other Germanic people in the Nordic region.

The Lord said that the soul was not enough, well, Sam took his warriors who had become more powerful because of the blood sacrifice all the way from Gaul to the Rhine without a snort, so that Snoeld's prestige spread on the European continent, and sacrificed to his own lord those scum who did not believe in his own lord.

As for the Demon God's words, Sam doesn't care, what about the Demon God, if he can bring strength to himself, if he can make his life better.

There are more and more warriors under Sam who are called demon soldiers, and they are all warriors who want to gain more powerful power, and those who say that the gods they believe in are demon gods, and they are the patriarchs of devils, and they are not sacrificing their lords in their own tribes.

As for the pagans who believed in God, Sam squinted through the curtain of his tent and saw the fire in the distance that lit up the night sky red, and smiled inwardly, the prestige of the Lord will surely intimidate the world.