It was a slaughter!

Although none of these mercenaries from Grey City were weak, many of them had experienced many brutal battles, and they were more than twice as numerous.

However, when the twenty Templars charged with their rifles, the mercenary array fell apart in an instant.

Imbued with great power, the cavalry spear pierced the mercenary's chest mercilessly, this weapon specially designed for cavalry combat used a natural advantage against the mercenary's tomahawk greatsword, and the sharp tip completely ignored the fragile defenses of the leather armor, and was infinitely powerful in the hands of the Templars!

Poof!

The sound of the spear piercing through the flesh was drowned out by the neighing of the wildebeest and the screams of the loser, and the blood bloomed in the night, and many mercenaries were provoked and thrown away after being pierced, like discarded puppets falling to the ground and losing their breath.

Life is so cheap, like wheat straw harvested by a farmer.

In the blink of an eye, the mercenary team was broken through and divided by the Templars, and more than a dozen mercenaries were killed on the spot, including two samurai-level powerhouses.

Their personal bravery was so vulnerable to the Templars!

The Templars continued to charge forward for some distance, and with one of the Leader Knights leading them, they all turned around and turned again at the remnants of the mercenaries, who had lost their courage.

"Opa!"

The chief knight raised his blood-stained lance and let out a thunderous roar.

"Opa!"

All the knights chanted the name of the beast god and charged again with their spears raised.

Although there were only twenty horsemen, their cohesion was no less powerful than that of thousands of horses, crushing their opponents with an irresistible momentum.

For thousands of years, it was these powerful knights who were loyal to their beliefs who defended the dignity and glory of Beamon, no matter where the enemy was, no matter how many enemies there were, as long as they gave the order, they were not afraid of any sacrifice!

A few of the mercenaries broke down on the spot and rolled off their horses, while many more fled in terror!

Such a scene made Leon, who was following behind the Templars, enthusiastic.

He finally saw the power of the most elite knights in Beamon, but it was a pity that the number of such knights among the beast clan was too small, otherwise how could he face the elves to retreat step by step.

He really hopes that one day, he can lead thousands of such knights to conquer the world and defeat strong enemies, and come to this world to live a new life in vain!

"Kill!"

Leon let out a low cry and rode his wildebeest to the nearest enemy, the Thunder Flame sword blazing in his hand!

The end of the mercenaries is coming!

The battle ended quickly.

None of the mercenaries managed to escape, the meadow was littered with corpses, and several wildebeests who had lost their owners wandered and let out low neighings, vanishing in the night breeze like a sad elegy.

Twenty unscathed Templars regrouped, and for them, the destruction of twice as many enemies as they did not even warm up.

"Baron Leon, we are returning to the Temple of Tormond, and I wish you a good journey!"

The chief knight bowed slightly to Leon, his voice indifferent without the slightest emotion.

"Thank you for your help, thank you!"

Leon rode up and saluted the other party, and without the help of this group of Templars, he would have been lucky tonight.

Appearing like the wind, then disappearing like the wind, the Templars disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go, go home!"

Leon turned the horse's head and said with a smile to the little mi who was shrunk in his arms, this little guy wasn't frightened, was he?

Xiao Mi curiously poked her head out from under his arm, and when she saw the bloody corpses on the ground, she immediately shrank back again.

Leon laughed, and his legs clamped the horse's belly hard, and the wildebeest neighed and spread its hooves and ran into the distance.

From Glay all the way to Collingworth, after midnight he saw Collingworth Castle standing at the foot of the hill.

Although the horses were tired by this time, Leon couldn't think too much of it, and hurried around Collinworth Castle to the camp of the Hammer Tribe.

It's easiest to get lost at night, but as a former special soldier, it's not difficult for Leon to judge the direction by the position of the moon and stars in the sky, and memorize the terrain and landforms to find the right route.

In the wee hours of the morning, he finally saw a little fire by the creek in the distance—it was the makeshift camp of the Hammer Tribe!

Seeing his tribe, Leon's tense heart finally relaxed.

The news of his becoming a baron and receiving the title of Sal would soon spread to all parts of the Grey region, and if Collingworth had been in contact with Grey City, Viscount Melle would have been informed much faster.

In Leon's opinion, he was intercepted and killed by mercenaries on the way, and it is very likely that he has nothing to do with Collingworth Collionworth, and the old and cunning Earl of Astin may also be involved.

In such a situation, the sooner the Hammer Tribe leaves, the better, and this is not far from Sal Territory anyway.

"Who is it?"

In the darkness, two sturdy figures suddenly burst out, and the cold light of daggers and arrows loomed.

"It's me, Leon!" Leon reined in.

"Your Excellency, you're finally back!"

A torch was quickly lit, and the orange light illuminated two faces full of joy, who were the leopard scouts of the Thunderbeast Camp who were tasked with patrolling and guarding.

Leon nodded and smiled: "Yes, you have worked hard, I am going to see Elder Munstan, you continue to stay and don't let your guard down!"

"Yes, my lord!"

As he approached the camp, Leon jumped off his horse with his little cat in his arms.

The little creature had long since fallen asleep, and his saliva wet the leather armor on his chest.

With the exception of Akram, Rock Hammer, and Rose, Leon did not alarm the rest of the sleeping clansmen, and the four of them gathered together in Elder Munstan's tent to discuss.

Leon's safe return made everyone very happy.

"Ray, what's the result?

As soon as she sat down, Rose asked impatiently, sleepiness long since disappeared from her pretty face.

Without a doubt, this is the most important thing for everyone right now, because the future of the Hammer Tribe is at stake.

"It must be good news, just look at the boss's expression!" the mage yawned widely, patted his lips and said, "I want to sleep a little longer!"

He immediately got a big roll of the eye.

Leon smiled and took out his two certificates from his arms: "It is indeed good news!"

"Things didn't go well, but fortunately, with the help of Archbishop Faennes, I was given a baronial title and a Saar domain, and our tribe has its own territory!"

Everyone was amazed, Rose and Rock Hammer were gone, but Elder Monstein and Akram understood the meaning of this, and they were absolutely overjoyed.

"Great!" Elder Munstan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Beast God protection, our tribe finally has its own homeland and land!"

For a tribe, the most important thing is the land, the land that can be hunted, grazing, and cultivated, and conflicts and battles between beast tribes over territory have often happened before.

"Don't be too happy, everyone, this territory is not a small trouble!"

Leon poured cold water on everyone at the right time, and he took out the map of the territory and explained it to a few people: "The Sal territory is very large, more than twice the size of the Collingworth territory, but it is basically all mountain forests, and there is not much land for reclamation and grazing. ”

"This problem is not a big problem, the problem is that the north of the territory is a dark place infested by black elves, and the west is an area infested by demon clans, and there are territorial disputes. ”

"It's okay if it's a hunting area, but as a territory, we have the responsibility to defend the territory, once invaded by the black elves or demon clans, in the absence of the will of the kingdom, we can only hold on and not retreat!"

"The most troublesome thing is that our eastern exit is Collingworth, and if we want to engage in trade in the future, we will inevitably pass through Collingworth, and that Viscount Meller may not be willing to watch us build and develop our own homeland, and it will inevitably block us in the future!"

Hearing Leon's analysis, everyone's joy immediately eased, and Akran pointed to the map and frowned, "That's a good calculation! ”

"What's going on?" said Leon.

It turned out that after Leon left, the Collinworth led to action, and the first to come was the gray camel caravan selling grain and various commodities.

It would have been a mere trade, but these merchants had come for other purposes, selling goods to the tribesmen, and using various methods to lure the tribesmen and spy on the tribe's information.

These gray camel merchants came from Collingworth Castle, and they all had a certificate issued by the lord that unless the Hammer tribe turned against the Collingworth Lord, they could not refuse their arrival, and the result was that some people in the tribe were fluctuating.

"There are a few wolf-born warriors who have left the tribe, but luckily Benson has not been co-opted by them, and some people are willing to leave, but they are all hesitating. Elder Munstein said, "The merchants asked us for green-skinned goblins and Terran craftsmen, but I refused. ”

The Hammer Tribe is no longer a simple bear tribe, and there are several ethnic groups that have joined later, although the number is not very large, but after all, there is a difference between them and the same race.

Leon nodded quietly: "The green-skinned goblins and craftsmen are necessary for us to build a new territory, as for those who want to leave, let them go, leaving half-heartedness will be even more troublesome!"

"We can't stay here any longer, wait until dawn, and we'll leave immediately!"

(To be continued)