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The scorching heat of the afternoon came to an abrupt end, and in the evening, dark clouds swam across the sky in large swaths, heavy as black eulogies.

The raindrops the size of beans fell silently from the sky and smashed on the forehead. Aaron couldn't help but face upwards on his back, closed his eyes, opened his mouth to taste the raindrops that slipped from his mouth, and suddenly, he felt that the buds that had just emerged in the Spartan fields seemed to have grown much taller under the watering of the rain.

Aaron is not a person who is afraid of loneliness, and he does not often stay in a world of one person, but this rain has given loneliness a more suitable reason to stay by his side.

"The sky was hazy, and standing in the raindrops, I could hardly see anything around me, only a hazy fog. It's like a crossroads in life, you can't see if there is a road ahead. It can be seen that rain is indeed a substance that can affect mood. ”

For half a year, Aaron was accustomed to walking in the rain, and the comfort of the rain hitting his skin made him feel very comfortable.

Even though everything was hazy and invisible, Aaron really didn't have the strength to see clearly. It's better to immerse yourself in the scattering of raindrops, which is not a choice, but a return.

Because of the path of a king, it will be destined to be lonely.

In the horizon, the weak shoots in the farmland have already trembled and surrendered to the ground. The dark clouds in the sky could no longer bear the mood of being released, the wind suddenly became cold and swishing, and the raindrops became as heavy as a burst, and turned from a little bit to a trickle.

This is an unusual rainstorm, and it is not a good time to walk in the rain.

Back in town, the newly restored Spartan mansion, Aaron stared out the window into the gloom, a huge transparent curtain hung down, followed by a torrential downpour of rain falling madly from the sky.

At this moment, the stiff scolding of the Spartan warrior outside the door suddenly sounded in his ears, "The king of Sparta did not summon you, get out, stranger!" ”

Aaron's mood of clearing the wind and rain is reminiscent of not long ago, the performance of the Nine in the destruction of the abyssal worm. He seemed to be willing to hear what she was doing today.

"The Spartans kept all the promises they made to themselves. But the premise is that in order to get the friendship of the Spartans, you must have sincerity. ”

Talking openly and honestly, Aaron had a hint of disdain in his eyes.

There was a salt trade between Sparta and the Berserker tribes, and Aaron allowed him to remain in Sparta as a diplomat.

However, Aaron had no interest in asking Sparta to help Descript reclaim her tribal throne, even though she had already paid the price for using Sparta.

Listening to Aaron's lofty tone, Shujiu used a dry smile to hide his embarrassment. And in order to finally achieve her goal, with Aaron's trust and help, she will endure all the unwillingness and humiliation.

"Mighty Lord of Sparta, Venerable Lord Augustus, don't you want to know how I controlled the bears, and what methods I used to wipe out five tribes in less than ten days."

Surprisingly, there is no mention of helping her regain the throne. Instead, he confessed everything frankly and generously, which Aaron did not expect.

Shakuchi stared at Aaron's silver hair and silver eyes, a pair of eyes that looked dark and shining under the thick eyelashes, and stared at Aaron's face affectionately and attentively, as if she was trying to make out something.

But in the end, he shook his head to himself, breaking free of everything that had been in his mind about the Reinhardt family in the Wall of Despair. Aaron's image, as well as his last name, made Shijiu suspicious, but even if she could confirm this information, it would not help her current situation at all.

The current berserker tribe is no longer the powerful alliance that can call on the Northern Barbarian Continent. And Shujiu herself even lost the tribal throne that should have belonged to her. In order to reclaim the throne and revive the Berserker Alliance, she will not frown even if she asks Shujiu to marry the Titan giant.

In general, to the west of the Spartan Plain, it was not difficult at all to wipe out 9 tribes of long-haired barbarians.

But Aaron prefers to control these barbarians, known as the Bear Tribe, without much fighting. The voice outside the words of the nine made him see a glimmer of opportunity.

"Frankly, I've known for a long time that the anomalous invasion of the bears is your work behind it. Now, tell me everything you know, and I'll help you reclaim the Horde throne. But remember, this will be your last chance. ”

Aaron's tone was unmistakable, and he turned to look at the other person's face, only to find that Nine's pupils had contracted sharply, filled with a variety of dark emotions. But in just a moment, it was back to normal.

At this time, under the deep double eyelids, there is a pair of very bright and black eyes, and the eyeballs turn to any part of the orbit, which looks smart and pretty, especially on this melon seed face, which is no longer smeared with those black lines of tribal totems, adding a bit of her taste of becoming a ** person.

To be honest, from the perspective of a normal male surname, Aaron admires the figure of Tujiu and the temperament of her wild surname, but he does not like her scheming and cunning to impose on the head of the king of Sparta.

So far, it is clear that Shojiu seems to be well aware of this. At least, that's how she feels to Aaron. "Otherwise, not long ago, she could have fled or avoided the Abyssal Worms, rather than helping Sparta at the expense of her own people. Unless...... She wants more in return. ”

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The time for war had come, and the next day dawned.

The rainy weather lifted the chaotic rain curtain of the plains and stirred the restlessness of sleep.

The road was still muddy from the heavy rain last night, and Aaron had already been splashed with mud by this time, but he was still solemn, and he had come to the west of the Spartan plain. The ultimate destination.

In front of him was a pale reddish earth, with a whistling wind in his ears, and a canyon that seemed to be dyed red by paint appeared in front of Aaron's eyes.

"Bloodstained Grand Canyon!" Aaron used the name of the place to name the western border of Sparta, and carved the words 9 kilometers from Sparta on the wooden slab.

"This is the habitat of the Bear Tribal Alliance, the 'Chief Tribe'."

On the side, she was half-wrapped in leather with a crisp chest and a half-revealing surname, carrying a big sword, and her jet-black hair was combed into seven long braids, hanging behind her ears and head.

Whether it is the seven braids or the black totem repainted on the face of Tujiu, it adds a bit of wild atmosphere to her mature and toned figure out of thin air.

Not only that, but most of the more than 200 berserkers around Shujiu are also dressed in the same way.

The only thing that provoked Aaron's gaze was that there was a berserker with nine braids tied to the back of his head, a burly physique, a sharp sword, and murderous eyes, this unfamiliar face was something Aaron had never noticed.

As if to divert Aaron's attention, Nine took a step forward and intentionally or unintentionally blocked the Nine-Pigtailed Berserker behind him, "Lord Augustus, if I were you, I wouldn't have taken a slave army full of bears and people deep into their core area, believe me, you will regret doing this." ”

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