I haven't changed it for two days, and I will slowly make up for it in the next few days, which means that the sixth level has given up and will fight again next year.

As Sam squinted into his own contemplative memories, the various patriarchs below sat in their seats with a loud pant, and even if they didn't know what Sam was thinking now, they could only lower their heads and wonder if they had provoked the madman whose hands were already covered in blood.

The screams of the Burgundian kings in the distance resounded through the faint night sky and reached their ears, and the screams of the enemies they liked to hear most during the looting were so piercing in their ears that they were already terrified that they became even more cautious.

Even if torches were lit in every corner of the tent, they could not dispel the chill in their hearts, and they could only carefully watch Sam's face above.

Sam, who came back to his senses, raised his eyes and swept everyone below, when he saw the fear on the faces of the people below with a look of flattery to himself, Sam sighed even more in his heart about the change in his fate, once upon a time, the man who originally sat in this position never had the deterrence he has now.

Of course, Sam didn't sigh too much, he just withdrew his gaze faintly and spoke in a calm voice.

"The royal city of the Burgundians has become a monument to us Saxons thanks to the heroic battles of our warriors. When you go back, tell your people that as a reward for taking the capital of a kingdom, within three days, the warriors only need to hand over 30% of the spoils they have captured, and the rest will be their reward for this battle. The rest of the loot will be divided according to the previous shares, do you have any other opinions? ”

Although Sam used a question sentence, the people who were fools below had been thrown into the North Sea by Sam to feed the fish, and the rest were people who knew how to read their faces, and where did they still have the courage to oppose Sam, they all hurriedly shook their heads and said that they had no opinion.

"Great Chief, your decision is wise."

"The big leader is thoughtful, the little cubs below have really worked hard this time, it's time to treat them."

"It's still the big boss who is considerate of the boys below, and it's also our luck to have someone like you, the big chief."

Listening to the slapping of the various patriarchs below, Sam shook his hand noncommittally.

"And tell the boys below that starting tonight, don't seal the knife for three days, and within three days, the little cubs can do whatever they want. But there is only one thing, and the things and people in the palace are not allowed to be moved, and it is enough to send people to surround them, so that the people inside do not come out. ”

As soon as Sam's words fell, the Saxons below immediately flushed and became excited, and they all wanted to enter the royal city of Burgundy with their men at this moment.

You must know that as the royal capital of a kingdom, even if the Burgundian dynasty has only been established for one or two hundred years, it is far less than the Western Roman Empire, which has been swept into the corner of history by the Goths, but as a century-old kingdom, the wealth in its royal city is not comparable to that of the Saxons, a wandering people.

Before Sam rose with his demons, the Saxons could only bully the Celts in Great Britain, whose army was deserted. Not to mention, five years ago, they were half-killed by the soft-footed shrimp Celts, who had always been despised by themselves, and it was because of the loss of his own strength in that war that he was effortlessly pulled down by Sam.

The Burgundians, who had already established their own state and survived war-torn Europe in the early Middle Ages, also had their own hand in a way that they could not have imagined until today's Sam led them to the Burgundian dynasty.

However, I didn't expect that the capital city, which I could only watch from afar, and secretly envy in my heart, was exposed to me like a woman without clothes, so that the green light in their eyes could shine on the table and become fluorescent.

And all this was brought by the man in front of him, by the god behind him. Oh, God pray that the true God will favor me sometime. As for the true god that others rumored to be a demon god, a devil, please, we are Saxons, and we ourselves are the embodiment of the devil in the eyes of others, and they still wish to find a real devil to worship and believe.

Thinking that all this is now after the man in front of them takes the position, they have this opportunity to get. The way they looked at Sam became even more fiery, and the flattering look on their faces was recognizable to everyone.

Their demeanor and movements made Sam's heart above begin to become more fluttering, but Sam's mind was still so clear, and he was not blinded by the scene in front of him, and still remembered where everything he came from, and who was the biggest support for himself to get to this position.

Thinking of this, the intoxication in Sam's eyes immediately dissipated, and a clear color appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sneer when he looked at the greed on the faces of the patriarchs below.

"Everyone, when you are killing people, setting fires and stealing things, don't forget that the pure souls and those powerful warriors must stay. These are all things that the true God demands, otherwise you would not have seen the wrath of the true God, so remember them all for me! ”

The chill in Sam's words made all the patriarchs below can't help but feel a chill rise all over their bodies, and it is not for nothing that the true god they believe in under Sam's compulsion will be called the Demon God Devil. With the exception of Sam's bloody sacrifices after each battle, those killed by Sam's demon warriors were horrifyingly old and withered.

While Sam led everyone to believe in this true god, and then rose strongly on the mainland, this true god was also a sharp blade on their heads. The true god thirsted for war, and he demanded that they Saxons sacrifice enough souls at the annual festival, otherwise he would choose from those who attended the festival.

As for those who dared to disobey the true God of Snorde, their patriarchs had seen it with their own eyes, and when Sam had commanded them to keep the simple ones for the true God to choose, there was a fellow who had once been one of them, and took the task of the true God as a deaf ear.

No sooner had he pressed the kid under his crotch than they saw a violent black flame suddenly rise from the man's body, and a scream that sounded horrifying to him turned into a cloud of dust in front of them.

Thinking of this, the chill in their hearts immediately spread throughout their entire bodies, and they felt that there was an omnipresent presence above their heads, staring at them all the time. They don't know if the true god is always looking at them, or if it was just an accident, but they haven't lived long enough, and they don't want to be like that unfortunate fellow, to be the dust of this world.

So, in the face of Sam's mocking reminder, they all hurriedly bent down to show that they had not forgotten, and then lined up to leave the tent and hurriedly join the banquet for the division of the Burgundian property.

At this time, the mournful wails of the Burgundians sounded so beautiful and intoxicating to their ears that they were a little eager to join in.