On top of a small town, hundreds of people slowly walked through the land. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the prisoners and a large amount of booty, the group did not move very fast, but the queue was neat and looked orderly. At the front of the procession, Artis rode his horse and walked slowly in front, beside him, Nadir was accompanied by several priests.

Ahead, several people came out to greet them, led by an old man.

The old man was well-dressed and looked very serious, and after seeing Artis, he hurriedly led someone forward: "Lord Sir!"

Seeing these people, Artis nodded and dismounted.

"Barton, take someone to count the loot. ”

In front of him, an old man named Barton nodded yes, and then looked behind Artis, where hundreds of soldiers pushed wooden carts and boxes of loot forward.

Seeing this, the old man asked him to open it on the spot.

As the boxes were opened, the materials inside were gradually revealed, including cloth, food, some weapons, and various coins and other materials.

There are all kinds of coins, and there is no unified dynasty in this world, and even the royal court only rules many city-states in name, so each city-state has its own coins, different styles, some are minted in real gold, and even a small amount of magic crystals are mixed into them, and some are simple shells that are just ordinary and shabby.

Finally, there was a box opened, and the amount of content inside was very small, but it emitted a shimmering light, which was coveted.

This is the magic crystal of the Warcraft, and it is the contribution of the Warcraft encountered along the way.

Seeing this, Old Barton's face was overjoyed: "With these, as long as you can organize a group of people to go to the south, you can buy weapons and leather armor for at least a hundred people." ”

But then, he shook his head with some pity: "The harvest is so rich, if we can come a few more times, our finances will not be so tight." ”

In this regard, Artis shook his head: "This trip has almost wiped out all the bandits and demonic beasts near our territory. If I want to come here next time, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the territory of other lords. ”

This is a big taboo, seeing this, although the old Jetton on the other side felt a little pity, he didn't speak.

"How's it going?" asked Artis, turning to the other person.

It was a thin old man with cloudy eyes, as if he was dying. But looking at this old man, beside Artis, Bill and the other priests all bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

He looked at Ardis with respect on his face: "Lord Sir, according to the news that our followers have responded, in the north, the king of the city-state of Brooke is dying, and it is said that he has not seen his internal affairs officer for dozens of days, and it is rumored that the princes are preparing to hold a huge sacrifice in the hope of restoring the king's body. ”

"At the same time, in our city-state, the nobles seem to have received some news, and they are all trying to recruit soldiers and laborers in their own territories, and the atmosphere is very tense for a while. ”

Artis nodded, deep in his heart, silently sensing his luck.

Above his head, a trace of white qi gradually gathered and condensed into red, which was the luck brought by being the heir of a viscount family and the direct territory of a town. Above, a thick layer of luck emerged, turning into a layer of cyan shrouded, this is the luck brought by the birth of a god and the hope of millions of believers, extremely thick, and even faintly purple.

This level of luck alone is no worse than that of the main of ordinary city-states.

And in the deepest part of the underworld, there is a layer of purple qi slowly condensing, faintly carrying a vast power. This is the favor of Providence brought about by the Son of the World, and if it was in ancient times in previous lives, it was ordained by Heaven.

Seeing this luck, Artis was clear, and at the same time sensed the slight restlessness of the purple qi, and his heart moved slightly.

In the following days, Artis did nothing else, but silently trained his private soldiers, and at the same time took out some suitable secret skills for these people to practice, so as to increase their combat power.

Training private soldiers to teach combat skills was naturally taboo in ancient times, and if it was discovered, it would immediately be the end of sending troops to exterminate it. But in this world where the lord is divided, it is still feasible, although it is also taboo to teach fighting qi and the like, but if you only teach some combat skills, there is no problem.

Most of these combat skills were developed by Artis himself, as a god, there are many skilled combatants among his millions of followers, and the comprehension of these people is transmitted to Artis through faith, and the accumulation of time is enough to make him otherworldly.

A few days later, outside the town, several uninvited guests arrived.

"Is this the territory of Sir Nadir?" said a man outside the town, looking at the clean scene in front of him, and at the fields of wheat that had opened up.

"I'm afraid there are thousands of acres here!" he sighed, looking at a busy lord in the outside world, with a deep envy in his eyes.

"Yes!" a person behind him sighed and said: "This town, originally had only a few hundred people and only more than 1,000 acres of land, but now, within a year or two, there are nearly 10,000 people and tens of thousands of acres of land. ”

"It's amazing. He paused, and couldn't help but sigh.

After a little more talking, they went in and came to the place where Artis was.

On a large training ground, one of the guards stepped forward and announced: "Your Excellency, several people claiming to be the King's Herald have asked to see you!"

Seeing this, Artis nodded: "Let them in." ”

Then several dusty knights walked in, and when they saw Artis, they took out a summons: "Sir Artis, the king has ordered, please lead at least a hundred troops to the city of Cecil after a month." ”

Hearing this, Artis nodded calmly: "There is no problem. ”

On the other side, hearing Ardis's reply, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and they couldn't help but have a good impression of Artsis. But then, they looked at Artis, and hurried to salute him, and hurried out, as if they had to go a long way.

After they went out, on one side, Nadir came out: "My lord, are we really going to take someone with us?"

Hearing this, Artis smiled mysteriously: "Of course you have to go, not only to go, but also to be fast." ”

"Nadir, how many men can we use now!" he said as he stood up suddenly.

As he got up, behind him, a rich and heavy qi suddenly gathered, faintly merging with a star under the domination of a purple qi, and a momentum emanated, with an incomparably noble divinity, which made people dare not look directly.

In front of him, sensing this momentum, Nadir couldn't help but be awe-inspiring in his heart, and responded seriously: "At present, there are five hundred troops directly under him, and fifty guards who are responsible for the security of the town in peacetime, and at the same time, the men in the town are trained in their spare time in peacetime, and when necessary, they can pull out nearly three thousand troops. ”

Artis nodded, and at the same time looked at the person behind Nadir: "Carter!"

"Yes!" replied to a burly man in a leather coat with some thick hair, looking at Artis.

"How many people can you have in your tribe!" Artis asked, looking at him.

On the other side, Dahan thought for a moment and said, "If we pull all the adult men of our tribe up, then under the call of the great god of nature, we can send at least a thousand people, all of whom are powerful warriors who fight against the savage tribe in the desert all year round. ”

"Five thousand? That's almost enough!" Artis thought to himself, then looked at the last man.

It was an old man in a blue and gold sacrificial robe, just standing quietly aside, not saying a word, but the divine power fluctuations on his body were extremely powerful, and he was a high priest.

Sensing Ardis's gaze, the old man lowered his head slightly, his expression respectful: "Dear Sir Nadir, our tribe obeys your will. ”

Seeing this, Artis smiled and nodded, and in the induction of the sacrifice under the stage, in his body, a powerful divine power gradually emerged and slowly woke up.

"Oh my God, are you finally going to wake up?" Sensing this divine power, the old man prayed sincerely in his heart, and an inexplicable throbbing hit his heart.