Three days.

Once upon a time, three days or something, all at once, passed in one fell swoop.

In the eyes of the Slingers, three days is like three years.

From the moment when all the good food was gathered for Duff and other macho men to eat and went to the battlefield, the entire clan ran out of food. During the march, Ullani also tried to find hunters to hunt, but Martin burned nearly a third of the wasteland. There was scorched earth everywhere, and there were no living creatures at all, and even if there were, a few rabbits would not be enough for nearly 30,000 people.

Perhaps out of pity, or perhaps mockery, Martin left the stream so that the Slingers would not even run off the water.

When there is water, a person can starve for 7 days without dying.

Without water, it's all over in three days.

Three days ago, maybe some people wanted to fight to the death because of a little strength, but with the advent of hunger, there was no energy.

When the news broke three days later that the Grand Chief had duel with the other duke, and the fate of the Slingers was decided by the outcome of the duel, there was no objection from the clan.

The most rebellious Slingers had all died on the battlefield, and this time, no one had ever offered to surrender.

The only ones who had enough food were Ulani and her guards.

On the evening of the third day, Bartoli walked to the camp of the Great Chief, only to see Ulani practicing her sword.

The sword light is not fast, and with Ulani's slow flickering and churning posture, it obviously looks quite weird, but it has a kind of flowing beauty.

"Great Chief, it's late at night, for tomorrow's duel, you better rest early. Bartoli whispered.

Ulani continued to wield her sword, performing five or six postures, then sheathing it, she shook her head slowly, letting beads of sweat slide down her wheat-colored skin, and her answer was a bit unanswered, "It's been a long time since my ancestors and I lost the favor of the four gods of Chaos. Grandfather's glory was only a year away, and after his death at the hands of a Chaos Warrior in a duel, we lost favor once again. ”

Bartoli was silent for a long time, and finally nodded: "Yes, we are all exiles. ”

This is the big truth, if it is the winner, it will naturally occupy the best land. Only the negative dog that loses in the struggle will be exiled.

"You know what? I've been dreaming all these days. I dreamed of my ancestors and received a warning of blood. ”

Blood warning, which bodes very badly for the Slingers. Bartoli suddenly tensed.

"When I took the knife and pointed it at the never-before-seen Martin Lorraine, my opponent became a red-eyed, fire-burning knight. In the face of him, my proud martial arts lost their effect, completely forgetting the essence of the battle, and only subconsciously retreating to dodge. But to no avail, he would catch up with me every time and crucify me to the ground with weapons that fell from the sky. ”

Bartoli's heart was clenched by a large invisible hand.

At this time, Ulani couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook her head, as if she wanted to get rid of this dream memory.

"But when I put down the knife......"

Ulani gave a strange smile, she didn't continue, just patted her good sister on the shoulder: "It's okay, tomorrow won't be the end of the Blood Raven Clan." ”

It's dawn.

After the emissaries on horseback had come and gone twice, the two armies began their positions at ten o'clock in the morning.

On one side are the Slinger warriors, symbolically holding their weapons and barely able to stand on their feet.

In the distant trumpet sound of Shakara, the commander who still had strength, the crowd parted like a tide, revealing a vigorous female figure.

Ullani rode her brown steed and rushed to the front of the battle, and as soon as she pulled the reins, her horse stood up, her two front legs in the air.

"Ulani! Ulani!"

Losers don't lose battles, and the Slingers still try to cheer up their big chief, although the voice sounds so weak.

On the other side are the Bakaria soldiers with bright armor and a high will to fight.

In the middle, the huge tortoiseshell chariot parted left and right with a roar, making way for a wide passage large enough for twelve carriages to move side by side.

A thousand sword and shield soldiers in silver helmets and silver armor were arranged in twenty rows in a column of fifty people. In the eyes of the Slingers in a neat phalanx.

Each line of soldiers stepped out of the parallel line of the tortoiseshell chariot, and immediately dispersed in a line of 25 men on the left and right.

That kind of strict foot drill, that kind of neat pace, made Slinger's heart palpitate.

When the phalanx of 500 people on the left and right stood still, the white-haired swordsman Tieno drew his sword, and in the phalanx on the right, he shouted in unison with 500 soldiers.

"Flamebringer—"

The phalanx on the left responded: "Martin Lorraine!"

Tieno shouted again, "Orc Buster—"

"Martin Lorraine!"

"Troll Slayer—"

"Martin Lorraine!"

"Giant Slayer—"

"Martin Lorraine!"

The sound rose higher and higher, and the first few words were just the swordsmen shouting, and by the end of the period, there were already 10,000 soldiers, shouting in unison.

"Lord of the Wasteland—"

"Martin Lorraine!"

"Invincible God of War—"

"Martin Lorraine!"

"Barbarian conqueror!"

"Martin Lorraine!"

It was the spread of faith, the shock of prestige, and the proof of the soldiers' sincerity.

From a crumbling small thousand-person castle, to a master of 10,000 elite divisions, holding the power of life and death in a huge province. Martin Lorraine has used his victories again and again, and with his gorgeous political and economic skills, he has completed what people call the Lorraine miracle in two years.

In the face of this kind of strategy and strength, and the crushing results achieved, there is no one who is not convinced.

Martin finally came out when he was waiting for a long time.

His appearance humiliated the Slingers.

He was not riding, but he was carried out on a high throne.

The horizontal and vertical long timbers, with a structure similar to the shape of a 'well', are built into a wooden frame of nine meters by nine meters, and thin planks are laid on the wooden frame to build a broad platform.

On the platform, with a height of 20 centimeters, there are nine layers, and the area of one layer is smaller than that of the first floor.

Eight knights in silver helmets and silver armor stood in the direction of the high platform, and only Martin sat upright on the seat on the nine-story high platform.

That's right, he is the one who bullies this world and doesn't understand what the nine steps mean.

It doesn't matter, he's cool anyway.

Because the high platform below is impressively carried by nearly 300 Slingers who had surrendered to Martin before!

That's how Martin revealed his future to the Slingers, led by the Blood Raven Clan, on the other side—

Back then, I killed so many Bakaria and Rick civilians, and captured so many women, it's cool.

I'm sorry, but there is reincarnation in the way of heaven.

What you did to our people back then, now I'm going to do the other thing to you.

I am here to rule over you and to enslave you.

Guy who doesn't like me, you can die!

Only by surrendering can you live!