After a fierce battle, the Dahl Winter Sweepers finally wiped out the great trouble they had been suffering for many years, and they did not pay a terrible price - because Sui Xiong mercifully sent down a wide range of divine graces, except for the three unlucky shooters who died directly in the battle, all the rest of the participants survived, and not even one of them was left disabled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Baron Dahl got the news, he smiled from ear to ear, and his chubby face was full of happiness.

Seeing the Ogre tribe growing stronger, he was actually very worried, and sometimes he was worried that these guys would invade in a big way, destroying one or two villages, or even attacking towns.

If there are really hundreds of ogres killed, Dal City is afraid that it will not be able to stop it. What's even more terrifying is that the ogre's intelligence is very high, if they really want to attack the city, they will definitely drive a large group of monsters to be the vanguard or cannon fodder, and may even break through the village first, driving the refugees towards the town, in order to break the morale of the human race, consume more food for them, so that it is naturally easier to attack the town.

Of course, individual ogres do not have such high intelligence, but after forming a group, they will often give birth to chiefs or shamans, so the intelligence level will be greatly increased, and the threat will also be greatly increased.

It's like a time on earth when the proportion of people is less than 2% of the population, when it is higher than 5%, it will start to disrupt social order, when it reaches 10%, it will promote laws in favor of itself through riots and other means, if it exceeds 20%, it will launch terrorist attacks everywhere, and when it reaches 40%, it will persecute others in turn...... special groups of people like the same.

The accumulation of quantity leads to a change in quality, no matter what world it is.

Fortunately, Baron Dahl didn't have to worry about this, because the ogres in his territory had become the best in the world - dead ogres.

From the ogre camp, everyone did not find many valuable trophies, and it can be seen that the dragon is very good at looting, and there is not much oil and water left, and even some rare ores have been taken away by it. Fortunately, the ogre's corpses were good trophies in their own right, and because of the cold weather, the corpses were well preserved and had plenty of time to slowly dispose of them.

The mages hired a handyman to set up a makeshift workshop on the site of the ogre camp in order to process the materials most efficiently.

Because there were too many materials, and too few men—this kind of technical work could only be done by the military mage and his two apprentices, and those helpers could only do some inconsequential odd jobs, or help them with logistics—according to the military mage's estimates, it would take about a month to complete all the work.

This "all processed" doesn't mean making all those materials into magic items, but just the process of turning those ogres into materials.

Of course, it was impossible for the sweepers to wait at the foot of the mountain for a month, so after leaving enough men and provisions, Baron Dahl led the busy army for almost a month, from one victory to another, and the exhausted but high-spirited sweepers returned to Dahl with a triumphant song.

By the time they returned to Dahl, the heralds had already carried the news of the victory. The people of the city happily took to the streets to cheer for the victorious crusaders - or there was also the element of spectatorship, after all, some of the trophies were really rare, such as the head of a wild boar almost larger than a person, and a few hideous ogre heads, such things that ordinary people really could not see.

Baron Dahl rode his horse and walked in the middle of the procession, enjoying the cheers of the people on both sides, and couldn't help laughing.

Although he is not a knight, he also likes the feeling of destroying monsters and being loved by the people.

Provided that you don't pay too much.

But his good mood did not last long, and when he returned to the castle, he saw unconcealed worry and anxiety on the face of his son.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his face sinking suddenly.

The son leaned over to him and reported an incident in a voice that only father and son could hear.

Baron Dahl's face became more and more gloomy, and he was silent for a while, and then said, "Temporarily block the news, and we'll talk about it in two days." ”

"Father, this is a bit urgent!" the son advised, worried.

"No matter how anxious you are, you won't be in a hurry in this day or two. Baron Dahl had regained his composure, sighed, and said, "Wait two days, everyone has worked hard, let's make everyone happy for two days." ”

The son understood what he meant, sighed as well, and nodded.

"By the way, you can announce later, if you are a soldier, you will be paid half a year's salary, if you are hired, you will be paid three months' salary, and if you are a civilian, you will be paid a bonus according to one month's salary of a soldier. Baron Dahl thought for a moment, and then said, "The dead, regardless of their status, are paid a pension according to the standard of a soldier...... No, pay five times the pension!"

The son nodded and made a note of the incident.

This would be a big expense, and he would have to persuade it in the past. But now...... Even this young man, who has miser tendencies, really has no heart for saving money.

Money is a good thing, but money that can be used is useful. No matter how much money is piled up in a coffin, what can it be used? It will only attract tomb robbers!

Moments later, his announcement sent a thunderous chorus of joy from the sweepers. The victorious soldiers were elated by the generous bonuses, and even the families of the soldiers who unfortunately died in battle were diluted by the shockingly generous pension.

For the next few days, it was like a holiday, and everyone was smiling. The taverns and restaurants in the city are full every day, and the women who run the service industry also have an unexpected income.

Two days later, in the evening, the atmosphere in the small conference hall of Dahl Castle was unusually heavy.

"Just when my father led the sweeping army out to fight those monsters, the king came with a messenger. "It was the young baron who received the envoy at that time, who spoke about these things," and there were two groups of people back and forth. ”

Hearing this, the old knight with white hair and almost a human being frowned and asked, "Is it the aristocratic faction and the merchant faction?"

The young master nodded and sighed deeply.

"Did they bump into each other?" asked another knight surnamed Dahl.

Shake one’s head.

"I didn't touch it, but it's fine. The knight breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, they were all harsh this time. The young master said with a bitter face, "Both sides said that the current situation can no longer tolerate anyone trying to be a centrist. are forcing us to take sides. ”

"Stand in line with his wife!" said a knight with a scar on his face, "they want dog-eat-dog, that's their business, it's our business!"

This is also the unanimous idea of the high-level leaders of the Dahl Collar, Dahl leads the sky and the emperor is far away, and the Dahl family has ruled here for generations, as if it is like an iron bucket, no matter how the aristocratic faction and the merchant faction fight and make trouble, they are confident that they can protect themselves, why stand in line?

Like the foul-mouthed knight said, stand in line, stand in line, fuck it! Fart! (To be continued.) )