Martin groaned.

Originally, as a traverser, he didn't feel anything. When he knew that so many of the Bakaria people on whom he had relied had been killed, captured, and then enslaved.

He couldn't be calm.

In addition, Lorrainburg, which is in rapid development, has also ushered in a new livelihood problem: more men and fewer women.

In order to pioneer and fight, adult men are as many as possible. The problem that arises is that a group of energetic animals have nowhere to vent. Recently, there have been more and more 'businessmen' who have come to Lorrainburg with a carload of women to do the leather and meat business.

It is not uncommon for poor families who can't live their lives to sell their daughters or something.

If Martin didn't want his professional soldiers to give money to the leather merchants, he had to solve the problem in earnest. Apparently the opportunity has come.

When Martin finished asking, he finally asked, "You're doing a good job." It is not a shame to be captured. The real shame is that you can't finish your mission even if you die. As a scout, as a Bakaria, you've done what a lot of knights can't. I will reward you. ”

The Scout Captain looked up in shock, he hadn't thought what would happen to him all along. If it's going around in circles and completing the task, that's just the duty. But having been captured, this is a shame that Bakaria will never be able to wash away.

He had long thought that as long as his lord could finally defeat those hateful barbarians and save those compatriots, he would be willing to die.

Because many women cried and said to him, "We don't want to be able to return to China and receive any good treatment, even if we are allowed to die, as long as the ashes can return to our hometown after death, then we are willing to die." ”

It was this misery, this faith, that sustained him to return to Lorrainburg and report to Martin. After the report, he was mentally prepared to be hanged for disgrace to the lord.

Unexpectedly, Martin actually said that he would reward him.

"This ...... I...... I'm ......."

"Don't be surprised, I'm not the pedantic type. I'm not even a knight. I am just a lord who fights for the king, for the people of Bakaria. Now, please tell me your name. ”

"Darren Benedicti ......"

"Very well, Darren, you are now the head of the Scout Regiment in Lorraineburg. The status treatment is equivalent to that of a full-fledged knight. Martin turned to Jaime, "Make this the new scout criterion - I need scouts, or spies, who can hear all the information about the enemy." Everything is based on the completion of the task, and it is better to avoid deaths and injuries. ”

When Darren heard this, the whole person was deeply shocked, he knelt down hard, and kowtowed to Martin: "I am willing to die for my master!"

Martin snapped his fingers, the door to the side hall next door opened, and the maid Susan walked in with an open box.

"This is ......" Darren looked at the recurve bow made of purple wood in the box, a little confused.

"I heard that you lost the scout battle this time in terms of weapons and equipment, and Bakaria has never paid attention to bows and arrows, which also makes it difficult for you. This purple shirt bow should be regarded as a reward for you. I hope you can activate the power on this Prayer Bow. Martin said casually.

Darren trembled his hands and touched the bow with his fingertips, and suddenly felt a natural divine aura coming from his hand. He subconsciously withdrew his hand, and immediately realized that this bow was no different from an ordinary Nord yew.

The only explanation is that the bow is housed with a mysterious divine power. This makes the bow completely integrated with the forest and trees, making it imperceptible.

"Such a treasure, give it to the little one...... Is it appropriate?" Darren knelt and trembled.

Martin looked at him calmly and said lightly: "I think it is quite appropriate to give it to a chivalrous person who is full of loyalty and righteousness in his heart and has the people." Besides, your stuff isn't on the same level as Gal's and Sylvie's. Of course, if you have truly gained the approval of the Prayer Bow and learned how to use it well, it will work better than Garl and Sylvie on some occasions. ”

Martin is telling the truth.

The soul of the [Prayer Bow] attached to the Yew Bow is only a D-rank treasure after all. Not to mention that compared to the golden A-class and even EX-level Noble Phantasms, even Gard's B-rank Noble Phantasms [Piercing Deaththorn Spear] are far inferior.

Yew is a sacred tree in Celtic and Northern Europe, and the act of making a bow from the yew of this forest signifies the ritual of 'becoming one with the forest'.

Martin didn't know how far the power of the Prayer Bow could go, but it was theorized that the bow made of Nord yew wood had the power to instantly increase and drain the filth that had accumulated in the target's stomach. If the subject is poisoned, his poison will burst out like gunpowder.

As for how far Darren can develop the Prayer Bow, Martin is also quite looking forward to it.

"Let's go down. We also have to welcome other guests. ”

On the icy sea, hundreds of flattened ships are breaking the waves from northeast to southwest.

These boats are generally small and slender, like watermelons cut into long slices. They have a length of 10-30 meters, and their average displacement is 50 tons.

If anyone looks closely, they will see that these boats are all built using the lap method.

The high curved ends and deep draft of the vessels make them manoeuvrable.

They use oars as their main power, and they also have a large sail with bright colors, and they use colorful shields on the side of the strings to defend against the bows and arrows of enemy ships, which is very different from the style of the Bakaria and Rick warships.

Originally, the ships were downwind, and the ships were perfectly capable of sailing, but the ships were apparently too slow by the wind alone, and each ship had more than twenty muscular Slingers paddling in unison to the sound of the trumpet.

Under a banner totem of the one-eyed troll, a Slinger chieftain with only one eye left let out a rough laugh, his hands folded over his chest, and the icy sea breeze blew his long braids and wolfskin cloak straight to the surface of the sea.

"Hurry up, hurry up! We're going to let that arrogant little imp know who is the king of winter!!hahaha! Those cowardly southerners only deserve to wait for our Slingers to slaughter them in the winter!"

A little further south of this fleet, there was another fleet that also had hundreds of warships. The only difference is that they fly the flag of the white ice wolf as a totem.

A chieftain with wolf scalp and scars shouted:

"Hurry up, hurry up, we can't let that one-eyed guy get ahead of us. Hey, hey, one of the slave girls who went to help Lorraine heal his wounds one day, but there was one of my exclusive slave girls. That stupid woman, when she conceived my child, became dead set on me. The woman said, "That Lorrainburg is now the richest city in all of Baccaria!"

"Oh oh oh!" Not only the ship he was on, but also the sailors on the other side shouted when the nearby warships heard the cheers from this side.