As the shamans chanted, the natives on the street gathered more and more, and they all knelt down, they were not very intelligent, so they were full of absolute trust in the shaman's decision.

"Good chance, aren't you worried that the natives won't be able to do their job, this is the best time to co-opt them. ”

The cheap god instigated Downton, if he insisted on selecting the best troops in the world, it was neither the Celestial Legion that claimed to be invincible in all planes, nor the Abyss Demon Legion that was brutal and cold-blooded and regarded death as fun, nor the Titan Giant Legion that had dominated the Western Earth Continent for millions of years, but fanatics.

These fanatical religious lunatics dedicated everything to the gods, including their lives, and lived for them and died for them, to the point of being horrible in purity.

"Do you think Xia Luo might do such a thing?"

Downton rolled his eyes, even if the virtuous wolf agreed, he was not happy, he would rather spend money to hire than cheat these natives, this is his code of conduct.

"Hey, if you're not black enough, you'll never be a king!"

Cheap god despises shì.

"We are not virtuous wolves, nor are we your prophets, if you need a better life, you can find Downton, at least we promise, he will not consume you cheaply!"

Xia Luo announced to these shamans with a cold face, and then looked at Downton.

"Duke Downton of the West, hereby swear to the Goddess of Flames!" Downton raised his right hand with a reverent expression, "If I take Frankfurt, I promise to give you one-third of the West, and establish a free trade zone, and the tax rate will be halved!"

The shamans looked excited, Xia Luo is really the virtuous wolf, in one sentence, it made Downton back down so much, you must know that the blood mallet has a hard time before speaking. It's only a few small towns.

"Why did you change your mind?"

Bloodhammer questioned.

"You care about me?"

Downton frowned, not to mention that he likes Xia Luo, and wants to brush up on his favorability and establish a free trade zone, which is also good for him, and the native products of the Dragon Hills are properly developed. It's also a lot of money.

"I'm busy, I'm out of company!"

The cross-light door to the hive's room opened, and Xia Luo walked in, and a group of shamans wanted to chase her, but they didn't dare to offend her.

"Sign the contract!"

Although Downton has sworn that the blood hammer that has traveled in the human kingdom for several years still likes to implement the contract in black and white.

"Abagon, talk to him!"

Downton left a sentence and turned back to the mayor's office. He still has a lot of work to do.

In the brightly lit study of the Duke of South's mansion, a middle-aged man sat behind a desk, flipping through the information sent by the scout in front of him.

The ministers and generals who were called overnight didn't have the heart to drink tea, and they were all whispering about the changes in the battle situation.

"That native duke actually won Blackbeard? It's incredible, what do you think?"

Duke McHale put down the battle report, pinched his eyebrows, and asked everyone.

The crowd looked at each other. Finally, his eyes fell on Kevin, Mike's most trusted general, who was the first to speak. This is already a meeting practice.

"Duke, I think the plan should have been advanced, Blackbeard is not a fool, so defeating it can only mean that Downton is better than expected!"

Kevin has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a Chinese character face. Domineering.

"The time is not right, is it? Although the Duke of the North has suffered heavy losses, there are still a few main legions, and the strength is still superior, and as for the king's army, it has not been damaged at all!"

McHale hesitated.

"According to the intelligence. Downton has a corps composed entirely of demonic beings, and its combat effectiveness is very strong, and the blood mallet has also begun to recruit natives, coupled with the mobilization order of the whole territory, the army will soon surpass the northern territory, if it is allowed to continue, the Duke of the northern territory will be defeated sooner or later!"

Kevin Analytics.

"You also think too highly of that indigenous duke, even if he wins, his strength will be greatly damaged, let's just sit back and reap the benefits. ”

The Chancellor of the Exchequer retorted, after all, once the troops were dispatched, it would cost money and food, so they could delay as long as they could.

"No, when the time comes, you won't even be able to grab a single chicken feather. ”

Kevin shook his finger.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer was just about to ask why, when there was a knock on the door.

"Master, urgent!"

Without waiting for the duke's answer, the faithful old servant pushed open the door of the room, and came in with a carrier pigeon, and after making sure that no one else had taken the lead in touching the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, he took it off and asked the duke to look at it.

Syllable!

The Duke crushed the bamboo tube, and immediately purple smoke floated out, and he took out a pair of glasses from the drawer, and when he put them on, he could see that the smoke had been arranged in the form of words.

"Is the Duke of the East's brain broken?

Not only Mike, except for General Kevin, all of them had a surprised expression on their faces, what do you think, you should wait for Downton and the Duke of the North to die!

"What are we going to do in the West?"

Kevin spoke suddenly.

"Nonsense, of course, for the land and the population. ”

The Chancellor of the Exchequer gave Kevin a blank look, no matter how high-sounding the words on his lips were, what is for the people of the West, in the end, it is still the word interests.

"By the way, if Downton and the Duke of the North are dead, what will be the final result?"

Kevin asked rhetorically.

Everyone thought with their knees, and they also knew that the western realm would be smashed, and the young and middle-aged people would be killed and injured countless times.

"So, now you can send troops, you can grab as much territory as you can, don't forget, no one likes war, especially families who have received mobilization orders, even if men are not afraid of dying in battle, their wives and daughters and parents will try to stop it. ”

Kevin sneered, "What do you say will happen when our soldiers come to the city and tell them that they can cultivate the fields in peace and don't have to worry about anything?"

"Of course it's for us!"

The ministers' expressions slowed and they all burst into laughter.

"Yes, this is not the same as the invasion of the enemy country, we are all Frankfurters, under whose rule, do we not have to live the same?

Mike slapped his face and smug to himself, but he didn't know that this made some ministers pout involuntarily.

Among the four major realms, the western realm is tax-free for three years, and with the same income, you can live better there, of course. For the sake of their lives, the ministers don't care about talking nonsense.

"In this war, Downton is doomed to lose, and in the end it is a game between the three dukes and the king, and if we grab a large piece of land now, we will increase our strength. The right to speak will also increase!"

Kevin's words are all pushing for troops, without him, as a general, only war is their chance to make a windfall.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer wanted to refute it, but was blocked by Kevin's words.

"Don't forget, the Westland planted that flame oats last year, and this year there was a bumper harvest, and the commoners' purses and granaries were very bulging. If we go too late, those gold coins will flow into Downton's pocket and become war materials. ”

"I agree to send troops!"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer changed his tune and finally agreed.

"What now?"

Mike looked eagerly at his number one general.

"Immediately send troops, and at the same time have the spies spread rumors in the West, slandering Downton and reducing his personal influence, and the Duke made a written promise to take the West. Civilians in the occupied territories are entitled to a three-year tax break. Lower the desire of the people of the West to resist ~ hope. ”

Kevin had a plan for his deployment, and as a commander-in-chief, he had already considered these issues.

"Write it down, but it's going to take three years, won't it be too long?"

Duke Mack hesitated a little after giving instructions to the clerk.

"It's temporary. As long as we lay down the western border, it is not a matter of words that you want to change the tax rate?"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, and his mocking tone made these nobles who occupied the upper echelons of power in the North all laugh, commoners?

"Rumors together. The economy of the West Frontier must be in turmoil, prices are soaring, Downton's logistics are absolutely finished, and relying on the reserves in peacetime, it will definitely not be able to survive this war. ”

The Chancellor of the Exchequer always looks at problems from the point of view of economics, "So the next question, what if Downton turns around and attacks us?"

"Let's not talk about the mortal feud between Downton and the Duke of the North, even if he dies, I'm afraid he will be dragged to hell together, and then when the time comes, we can take the initiative to win over him who is cornered, provide supplies, and let him be our vanguard!"

After Kevin finished speaking, everyone smiled with satisfaction, as if the Westside had become a bag.

In the Eastern Mansion, only the Duke stayed alone in the deserted room, not even a maid waiting, and after looking at the window for a long time, he went to sleep in the bedroom, and before leaving, he did not forget to burn the secret letter that asked him to send troops.

In Aoki Town, Downton, who had been dealing with official business all night and had not slept all night, looked at the rising morning light, stretched his waist, took a sip of coffee, but found that it had cooled down.

Celes lay on the table next to her, asleep,

Downton didn't care, drank his coffee, and helped Celes put the blanket on his body by the way.

"Master, something is wrong!"

Jackson ran over like crazy and slammed the door open.

"Quiet!" glaring at Jackson, Downton looked at the awakened Celence, "Will you go back to your room and sleep?"

"I'll make you a cup of black tea!"

Celes shook her head, folded the blanket and placed it on the chair, and walked out, knowing that Downton didn't want to worry about herself.

"Say!"

Downton sat down behind his desk.

"The effect of the mobilization order is very poor, the recruitment rate is less than 2 percent, and the people's hearts are fluctuating, and there are not a few people who flee with their families!"

Jackson put the expedited intel on the table.

"Go on!"

Looking at Jackson, who wanted to stop talking, Downton snorted, picked up the information and flipped through it.

"Rumors have erupted in all the towns above the middle of the Western Border, saying that you have hill natives and orc blood, so you will let the natives and orcs live on the border, and when you completely sit on the throne of the duke, you will also issue a decree to abolish racial discrimination, and even let human girls marry natives who have achieved great results!"

Jackson peeked at Downton's face as he spoke, and found that there was not much change, and just breathed a sigh of relief, only to see the master smash the desk with a punch.

"Damn it!"

Downton's face was distorted, he couldn't recruit soldiers, and he could replace it with the natives, but the rumors that he was a hybrid were to completely uproot his roots in the West. (To be continued......)