Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish, a few tribes can't even win a hillbilly"

In the grand castle in the middle of Calderilla, Morgan, the patriarch of the Moffett family, was completely in no good mood at this time.

Looking at the trembling servant kneeling on the ground in front of him, his mood became more and more depressed!

"Steve, you said Herbert was dead?" After a while, Morgan exhaled a long breath, relieved the anger in his heart, and looked at an old man on the side and asked.

"Yes, Patriarch! This is a stab they have seen with their own eyes, and with the reputation of the mainland, they should not lie. An old man in a black robe standing on the side said respectfully.

After listening to Steve's answer, Morgan stood there, quietly thinking!

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, looked out of the castle, and said something very indifferently.

"Steve, can you get them to do it again?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but you know the rules of the assassination, they only accept a commission once for any target, and if the client dies before the target dies, they will not accept another commission for that target! In their eyes, such people are favored by the heavens."

"Steve, I heard he's allowed to compete in next year's Knights' Tournament?"

"Yes, Patriarch!"

"Steve, send a message to Canglong!"

"Yes, Patriarch!" Hearing Morgan's command, Steve was shocked and responded with a humble attitude.

"Providently? Hum! Looking at Steve's departing voice, Morgan said coldly and softly, with a disdainful expression on his face.

What bullshit, damn hillbilly, even if you get away with it once, what can you do. Next year's Knight Contest will let you know that ants are still ants after all!

In the Khajid Mountains, a thick aura of sorrow shrouded in the sky above the Thunderhawk Tribe!

Some time ago, the patriarch listened to the bewitchment of Vernal of the Yager tribe, and sent troops to attack a viscount territory of the Thorn Empire, but returned defeated.

A battle that had nothing to do with the tribe not only caused heavy deaths among the young adults in the tribe, but also brought a deep crisis to the tribe!

After the defeat, time passed day by day, and the day of worshipping the mountain god was getting closer and closer to the traditional festival of the barbarians, but the tribe's supplies were getting less and less, and Zach was in a broken brain at this time.

At this time, he had no intention of thinking about the autumn ceremony, and an imminent problem was placed in front of him!

That is, there is not enough food in the tribe, a war without any harvest, a lot of food is consumed in an instant, and now the food storage in the tribe simply cannot last until the autumn of next year

"That idiot caused a problem, and then he stared at each other, ran away, and left Lao Tzu here to clean up the mess!"

In a large wooden house of the Thunderhawk Tribe, Zach kicked the bench next to him with a sad face, and said hatefully.

Ever since he returned from the Terran Empire, Zabi's old bastard couldn't afford to lie down. Brother, Zach took over the leadership of the tribe!

Originally, this was a good thing, he had dreamed of sitting in this position in front of him before, but this time, he strongly wanted to shirk this right!

Today's Thunderhawk Tribe can be said to be eventful!

The Thunderhawk tribe, which has a population of more than 200,000 people, and the death of more than 20,000 clansmen is not a big deal.

But the worst thing is that in the previous battle, Zabi's bastard didn't know what evil he had fallen into, and he actually listened to Vernal's bewitchment and sold the clan's grain to the combined tribal army.

Now they have a lot of gold coins in their hands, but they have no food!

The materials of hundreds of thousands of people on the expedition almost consumed the entire year's harvest of the tribe, and the gold coins obtained were now unable to buy any more materials from the Terran Empire!

In the mountains, the most valuable treasure of each tribe is grain, and they will not sell the grain stored in the tribe without special circumstances.

And because of the rugged mountain roads and the lack of materials in the mountains, there are almost no caravans coming, and in the mountains, gold coins are not of much use at all!

Therefore, in the mountains, the various tribes used barter more when trading.

But close to the border of the Thorn Empire, they can also go to the Thorn Empire every year to sell some valuable things in the mountains to some nearby lords in exchange for gold coins to buy some supplies, so the gold coins are still a bit useful, and life is not very difficult!

But after this battle, they found that there was now a giant on the way to the Terran Empire. Big roadblock!

The Blood Wolf City built by the Wild Wolf Family in the Annaba Plains was like a fierce beast, entrenched at the throat of the tribe leading to the various tribes of the human race, blocking all the caravans heading for the tribe!

Since that battle, no Terran caravan has been able to reach the tribe from Maple Leaf County, and Wolf City and Blood Wolf City are like two ferocious beasts, blocking the communication between their people in the mountains and the outside world.

And those Terran caravans coming from other directions will definitely not climb mountains and wade through rivers to their Thunderhawk tribe to trade with them!

Unless they're willing to trade with the orcs who live in the wilderness and highlands!

But the orcs are poorer than their barbarians, and they want to exchange some special products from the mountains for some living materials with them, and they don't even think about it, let alone the useless gold coins!

"Patriarch Zack, there are still ten days to go until the autumn ceremony, and the clansmen are asking, is this year's ceremony still happening?" Just when Zach was very upset, the door was pushed open, and an old woman walked in and asked.

Make a yarn! People are going to starve to death, and there is a woolen celebration!

Hearing the old woman's inquiry, Zach couldn't help but think in his heart, but he wouldn't say it to his face! Because the old woman in front of her is the priest of the tribe, she has taken great care of him since he was a child, and at the same time he is very respected by the tribe.

So he spread his hands, looked at the old woman with a wry smile, and said: "Hey, you also know the situation of the tribe now, and now the tribe lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of money, if you can use them to hold a celebration, then do it!" ”

Hearing Zack's words, the old woman was speechless for a moment, she was very clear about the situation of the tribe, but the autumn celebration of worshipping the mountain gods was the most solemn festival of the year for their barbarians, and it could not be ignored.

If you don't do it, you will anger the mountain god, and the life of the tribe will be even more sad in the coming year!

"Zach, can we make a deal with the Wolf Family? Didn't they buy the stones and wood that we sent before? After a while, the old woman suddenly said.

"Hehe, how is this possible? If they didn't care, why didn't the Terran caravans come here? Hehe, Monroe," Zach said with a wry smile.

At this time, the old woman heard Zack's words, and also stood there silent, and suddenly the room became unusually quiet.

Trade with the Wolf Family again?

If they are ordinary human nobles, there is nothing at all, those greedy nobles have no position at all, as long as there are enough benefits, they can sell their souls to the devil!

But they are the Monroe clan who love and hate, and in their dictionary there are only two words: friend and foe!

Unfortunately, their Thunderhawk Tribe chose to be their enemy, and they were defeated!

Maybe at this moment, they are waiting for the Horde to fall into its weakest point, and then attack in a big way!

In ancient literature, such things were not uncommon!

The reason why the orcs were driven to the barren wilderness highlands is because in ancient times, they chose to be the enemy of the Monroe tribe!

The once-prosperous Orc Empire, in just a dozen years, was driven out of the fertile Maple Plain by the Monroe Hundred Tribes, driven out of the Pokhara River Basin, and finally survived in the savage highlands.

If it weren't for that disaster, maybe there would be no orcs on this continent, and it can be said that ancient disaster saved the entire orc race!

Thinking of this, Zach couldn't help but be a little lucky, glad that with that disaster, most of the Monroe tribe were separated to the other side of the vast sea!

That terrible race just disappeared from everyone's eyes!

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps outside the house broke the silence!

"Patriarch, a knight from the Wild Wolf Family has come from outside the tribe"

"What, knights of the Wolf Clan, how many of them came?" Hearing the soldier's report, Zach was taken aback, and before the soldier finished speaking, he hurriedly asked.

"Patriarch, there is a man here, and he said let's give this to you!" The soldier said in some surprise as he handed over a mutilated short blade in his hand!

Looking at the short blade in the soldier's hand, Zach suddenly felt so familiar, and couldn't help but hurriedly take the short blade in the soldier's hand.

【Thai】

As soon as he took the short blade in the soldier's hand, he saw the words engraved on the short blade, and immediately became excited, and hurriedly said to the soldier in front of him: "He, where is the other?" Hurry up and invite him in! ”

"Yes, Patriarch!"

"Wait, I'll pick him up myself!" With that, Zach ran out quickly!