Night falls.

After handing out the gold coins that satisfied the natives (only two were given to each captain, they received one, and the remaining one was used to reward the good enough members of the team), Marcus patted the stone hamster with the string in his pocket and lay down satisfied.

Although he accidentally lost a stone hamster due to the capsizing, the remaining stock could still allow him to control the army for as many as several months.

"Hey, this is not a long-term solution, if this group of natives loses the reward of gold coins, it will be a matter of minutes to turn their faces. He folded his head in his hands and yawned as he calculated.

"Boss, if it is replaced by an orthodox army, it may not be possible to use such a little gold to get things done, our bandit group before, all of them are goods with eyes for money, they don't work hard when they work, and when it comes to distributing the spoils, their strength is greater than the other, not to mention that they have to support those pampered noble knights, just the cost of one head can be worth our small half of the army!" It's very cost-effective..."

"Ah, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about it, I have a headache when I think about this, grandma ship, why is it so hard to command a large army!" Marcus stretched and grabbed the fruit on the side and gnawed on it.

"Boss, what do we do next?"

Without waiting for Marcus to reply, only a few voices were heard, "Horse, Horse is the King of Fruits!", and the natives cheered "oh cluck" from the entrance to the woods, breaking the silence of the woodland.

A few minutes later, a group of natives carried a multi-flowered Nozer emissary to the camp of the "native king". (Originally, according to the aborigines, the leader was supposed to be called the Great Chief, but in order to cater to the bad taste of Marcas, it was changed to the title of king)

"The two countries are at war, don't kill them!!" the kidnapped man knelt on the ground with a "poof", and looked at the crude and rudimentary camp around him with a look of horror, covered with indigenous weapons.

"Look at your outfit, are you the messenger of Noze?" Marcus smashed the fruit to pieces, gritted his teeth, carried a large knife on his shoulder, and raised his chin almost above his neck, showing a fierce and vicious appearance through the mottled shadows of the trees and his rough countenance, which had been unkempt for months.

He knows the importance of first impressions, which have been honed enough in previous ransacking careers – when you stand in front of a trembling lamb, you have to show an impressive sense of intimidation and oppression in order to extract more from it.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the messenger of Nozer nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "King Noze has ordered me to bring you a message. ”

"If you have something to say, don't fart, if what you say next disagrees with me, or spews feces all over your mouth, I'll stuff your head into the hippopotamus's **. Marcus squeezed his face and lowered his throat to try to make himself look more terrifying, preferably terrifying to the point of killing without blinking.

"Ahem..."The envoy of Noze, whose luxurious clothes had been torn, his face was black and gray, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment, and brushed the king's order that he was about to relay next.

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The god of wind and the god of the sea, the wishes of the first king of Noze, as the supreme ruler of Noze, the king of Noze, the lord of the reef, solemnly invite you to participate in the royal banquet tonight, as an apology for the act of the day, the lone general ordered the people to open the south gate, put on good wine and good food, and entertain your soldiers, it is true that if you go to the invitation, Nozer is convenient for you to befriend, and you will also have a position second only to Lone in Noze, so far, the supreme ruler of Noze, the king of Noze, the lord of the reef, Rayriol Gruton.

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[Promise him, but there is a request] The wizard old man said lightly, as if everything was as he expected.

However, after receiving the instructions, Marcus was ready to scare and scare the poor messenger again, he put the knife on the messenger's "second child" as he spoke, and squeezed out a "╬" shaped green tendon on his right temple, and said viciously: "Oh, little messenger brother, you said let me go, I'll go, what kind of bullshit King Noze, plus a lot of messy titles, don't be funny, he's just a piece of shit to me, a piece of shit, understand?"

"Your Majesty spares your life, Your Majesty spares your life!" the messenger was tied up and could not move, and seeing that the "second child" was about to be punished, he began to struggle and squirm desperately like a leather shrimp.

"Poof-" The bald head on the side blushed, put a loud stinky fart into the open cloth bag, tied it and stuffed it into the pocket of the Nozer messenger: "There is nothing to give when we meet for the first time, so I will give your king a bag of the original air of Hamm Island." ”

"Long live the Horse Fruit King!" The natives didn't understand what they were talking about, but they felt that their king had the upper hand in this "battle of mouth cannons", and they didn't feel too lively and cheered in place.

"It's noisy, bald, you go and light some fires for them!"

"Yes!"

When the bonfire is lit, the natives gather in a circle as if the ground is burning their feet, and dance a rhythmic "bonfire dance" - this is also one of the effective tricks of Marcas to make the natives settle down, no matter what mood the natives are today, at night, as long as a fire is lit, they can instantly forget their troubles and pass the time in dancing.

"See, little messenger, my soldiers only like to be active in the wilderness, if you want me to be invited, this location has to be changed to outside the city, preferably in the forest, understand?" Marcus patted the messenger's lower body, as if asking his "second child", but he didn't know that he was frightened down there and had shrunk into a small ball.

"Also, my great name is the great King Marcas, remember, add the adjective, great, understand?"

"Yes, yes, great King Marcus!" Hovering on the brink of death, his mind blanked, the messenger of Noze was so happy that he almost fainted when he heard that Marcus was going to let him go back to pass the word.

"Alright, Tim, untie this little brother. Marcus straightened his clothes, patted him on the cheek, and turned back to the camp with a smile.