The villagers in the north have been missing for two years, and the kingdom has sent many guards to look for them, but they have found nothing, even on the periphery of the snow-capped mountains, but they have not gone deeper, and they have not found the altar in the valley.

The Carlo tribe who secretly guarded the altar breathed a sigh of relief.

Their tribe belonged to the barbarians of the Northlands, who lived by hunting, and most of the time, the tribe hid their hatred for the kingdom of Moses and Summer, and traded animal skins and animal meat in exchange for food to survive the winter.

This year is the same, in order not to attract the attention of the kingdom, they even traded a lot more, on the surface the clansmen happily exchanged for a small amount of food, behind the scenes the clansmen cursed this group of black-hearted kingdom merchants.

The immortal warriors were coming, and they had to be patient, and many of the clansmen went to explore the location of the kingdom's veins, and more clever people began to quietly draw maps of the kingdom's defenses and some basic topographical maps of the mountains and rivers.

Carlo thought very thoroughly, and in order not to attract the attention of the kingdom, they sometimes revealed their hiding places when hunting.

In this way, the exploratory officials of the kingdom never looked at them with suspicion, and everyone thought that they did not know about the disappearance of the villagers.

……

In the courtyard of the royal palace, King Baahubali angrily threw the information in his hand to the ground and yelled at the ministers: "Didn't I tell you to give me a ban on publicizing this matter?" ”

"Give me a closer look at what's going on?" Baahubali slammed the parchment on one of his nearest ministers, his angry gaze glancing at everyone.

"Your Majesty, it is true that many fellows have been secretly publicizing this matter lately, but ......" One of the ministers was about to speak, and Baahubali was stunned for a moment, and his sharp gaze suddenly deepened, and at this time he was in a hurry to give him eye medicine, except for his ambitious uncle, I am afraid that no one would dare to do so.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and sat down on his throne, touching his chin and thinking about the seriousness of the matter.

Baahubali suddenly said to the ministers, "I remember that it was the festival of the god Bhasa later." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, when the time comes, your mother will personally carry the fire of inheritance on her head and go to the sacred mountain to worship, and we are ready." The Minister of Ceremonies quietly breathed a sigh of relief, at least the festival was the biggest event at the moment, and King Baahubali should focus on the festival first compared to a few hundred villagers.

"Okay." Baahubali sighed, and casually threw his saber to General Horn: "Put aside the affairs of the villagers for now, you will secretly catch all the rumors for me, and temporarily lock them up in your camp, I want to see how the toothless tiger will play with me when the time comes." ”

"Yes, my majesty." General Horn took Baahubali's long sword in his hand, and his back, which had been a little rickety, suddenly straightened, and his eyes sweptly glanced at some of the ministers.

Baahubali turned a blind eye to this, Horn was his sword, and giving him his own sword was to intimidate Horn from one of the group.

……

"Sacrifice ceremony......" Carlo sat in front of the fire, and opposite him sat a man wrapped in a black cloak, the other of whom said in a hoarse tone, with a little haughtiness, "This is a good opportunity, as long as the great ceremony of the god is destroyed, then those foolish people will inevitably lose faith in their king, at least it will be a fatal blow to his majesty." ”

"Very convincing, but how do we do it? How many people were sent to death? Carlo sneered, for the hanging king, they knew very well how terrible the other party was, back then, with the power of one person, blocking his tribe's tens of thousands of troops, it can be said that it was out of the limelight, but also frightened the courage of the clansmen, afraid of his majesty, the clansmen have been struggling to survive for ten years in this snow-covered environment.

In the past ten years, Carlo has been living in fear all the time, and if he hadn't received a response from the demon king some time ago, I'm afraid he would have lost the courage to persevere.

Now, the person in front of him has come to bewitch him again, and let him continue to let the clansmen go to death, this guy is simply not at ease, I'm afraid I wish the clansmen would send him to death.

Clenching his fists, the anger in Carlo's heart exploded several times, but in the end he endured it.

Carlo, as the patriarch of a clan, is not a simple-minded patriarch, although barbarians are called barbarians, they are not without wisdom, but they live in the era and environment, civilized society discriminates against tribal groups.

"What are you going to do?" The black robe Rao's tone was a little puzzled, Carlo at this time actually didn't make a move on him, which made him very disappointed, because once Carlo made a move on him, then he would have a very big confidence that Carlo would be out of vain.

"It's simple, food, weapons." Carlo sneered.

"How much?" The black-robed man was a little surprised for a while in the face of Carlo, whose attitude suddenly changed, and subconsciously asked.

"Enough for me to arm a legion of 10,000 men, and food for at least three months." As soon as Carlo spoke, the black-robed man stood up in shock.

"You, you want to go to war? Do you still have so many people? How is this possible! The black-robed man almost roared, and finally his appearance was revealed in the darkness, it was actually an old man with a white beard, and a disabled person, if Baahubali was here, he would have known him, because this old man turned out to be his own uncle.

"You don't care about this, tell me to cooperate or break up, choose for yourself, anyway, the decision is up to you, without food and weapons, it is impossible for the clansmen to start a war." Carlo spread his hands and set his eyes on the old fellow.

"I can't give it all to you, who knows if you will regret it, and the amount of weapons and food is too huge to be able to get it together for a while." The old man calmed down and sat down again to bargain with Carlo: "One ration, and five thousand steel knives, this is my bottom line." ”

Carlo was stunned for a moment, looked at him deeply, and said, "Right?" Get your stuff ready in advance, and my people will be there, after all...... You know my hatred for him. ”

Carlo decided to give it a try, after all, the Ming immortal warriors were coming, with these five thousand steel knives and three grains, no matter how bad it was, he could also hit Baahubali by surprise, but ...... His Royal Highness the Demon King has been, and I need to give them a period of time to grow, so I'm afraid it will expose His Royal Highness's purpose.

So, Carlo pretended to agree, but in fact he was going to release the old fellow's pigeon.