Yang Yang was also very useful after hearing these hypocritical sycophants, and Yang Yang had also encountered these things when he was involved in the management of the company before. For your own employees, no matter how you mobilize, you don't have a stack of money around each person, and it is more true that they can be loyal to you!

There are not enough benefits, and anything high-sounding is. For these dwarven mages, Yang Yang was sure that they had been poor all their lives, and it was estimated that they had never seen so many golden stacks stacked together when they were so big.

Compared to the huge elemental power of the Black Iron Dwarves, the armed forces on the Copperbeard Dwarve's side are pitifully small. There were only thirty-two high-ranking warriors and eight mages in the entire clan.

Six of the mages are alchemists, and their forging equipment is first-class, but their ability to fight is very average. Among them, there is a mage whose strength has also reached the level of a magician, and their combat methods are all puppets. Alchemists themselves don't have any harmful spells, but their manipulation of magical metals is top-notch.

Usually the power of controlling puppets on the battlefield is also very powerful, but it's a pity that they don't even have a decent puppet around them. The puppets around him are very small, not even as tall as an adult. How much attack power can such a puppet have?

Yang Yang let them try their strength, although these puppets are small, they are very flexible, and their strength is extremely great. Much more powerful than a high-level warrior, after all, the puppet has no life and no fear or pain, and even if it is dismantled, the alchemist can help them restore their original state.

Except for the short figure, everything else is very good. Yang Yang suddenly had an idea in his heart to make a mechanical warrior Gundam, wondering if these guys could command these puppets and powerful robots like Gundam.

After asking these alchemists, the answer was in the affirmative. Can you command, but where can I find the materials to craft them? The crafting materials needed for these puppets are very rare, even rarer than gold.

These alchemists carry with them all the family funds saved by their own clansmen for generations, and the dwarves have been active on the continent for tens of thousands of years, and now the mages of the clan have barely equipped each with a puppet. If there are enough materials, even a puppet army of 1,000 people per person can be commanded. If these puppets are magnified to ten meters high, each person can command at least three puppets.

In addition to these poor alchemists, one of the two remaining mages is a sorcerer and the other is a sacrifice. Both are support classes, wizards can also put some traps, poisonous mist or other means of attack, and the sacrifice can only bless some aura.

Although the strength is not strong, but fortunately, they can also have a craft. Yang Yang thought that in the future, his army would use weapons produced by dwarf masters, and thinking that those paladins would soon have explosive combat effectiveness, and said a dozen words of grass and mud horses in his heart!

After settling these dwarf tribes, Yang Yang instructed the Arif patriarch. Let him get ready, and then have a dinner party at the house to entertain these new dwarves. Patriarch Arif listened to Yang Yang say that these dwarves were new, and the implication was that he was the old minister of the lord, and he was happy in his heart, and he went down to prepare.

After sending these people away, Yang Yang stood at the gate of the city with Qianqian in his arms and looked at the barren plains under the sunset. At this time, the sunset was shining on the earth with its own aftermath, and a dark cloud slowly shrouded the sky. Yang Yang felt the waves of qi mixed in the anxious air, and looked at the quiet plain in front of him, and there was an indescribable surging in his heart! He gradually changed from nothing to a lord, and now there are thousands of people under him who are following him, and suddenly the pride wells up in his heart, feeling the changeability of fate.

Yang Yang spat angrily: "Baby, go back." I guess it's going to rain soon. Yang Yang walked towards the city with Sissi in his arms.

After nightfall, the dinner began. At this time, it is no longer the scene where Yang Yang has just arrived here, after this period of rest, the City Lord's Mansion has been decorated very beautifully by these maids.

The yard is planted with all kinds of plants, which were planted by the yodel singers. The lobby has also been expanded twice, and now the hall is large enough to accommodate several hundred people. At this time, the lord's mansion was bright, and the hall had already prepared wine and food. Thirty maids were busily serving food and wine around the table, and most of the yodelers had already migrated.

The patriarch saw that there were many people, and selected dozens of beautiful girls from the clan to come and help. At this time, the entire City Lord's Mansion was full of figures coming and going, Yang Yang was sitting on the lobby, and only Qian Qian was sitting beside him. Then came the Arif Chief, the Cook Had Chief, and the Mauritian Chief. They were uniformly authorized by Yang Yang as elders in the territory and enjoyed the highest treatment.

Then there is the king of the hill: Alex, and the captain of the paladin: John. Others sit on either side of the hall at the bottom. In the middle is the stage, where the yodel singers are performing the songs and dances of their own race.

The atmosphere of the whole banquet can be described as singing and dancing, and it is peaceful. The patriarchs and the king of the hill also went to drink with Yang Yang after drinking for a while, Yang Yang hugged Qian Qian, drank the wine that Qian Qian brought to his mouth and enjoyed it apologetically, as if the King of the Mountain was treating his brother.

With a roar of thunder, the storm that had been brewing outside for a long time finally began to kick in. The raindrops the size of beans poured into the ground like splashing water, because Yang Yang had already felt that it was going to rain, so he ordered the banquet venue to be set up indoors in advance. Although the hall was a little crowded at this time, fortunately it didn't have to be rained.

After almost two hours of dinner, everyone had a sense of satisfaction on their faces. Suddenly, a guard hurriedly ran up and reported, "My lord, there is a bandit approaching here. There were about two thousand of them, and they were almost outside the city, and at this time they had crossed the river and were approaching. ”

Yang Yang's heart tightened after hearing the guard's report, thinking that this was the end. How can these guys meet the battle one by one? These robbers came too timely, and they chose this time to come sooner rather than later.

Dwarves have always been heavy drinkers, and now the lord is in for a treat. They didn't have to think about the problem of the alcohol restriction order that the patriarch usually set for them, and they were able to drink it happily with their bellies open, and now they had already staggered down a large piece of wine after three rounds!

Fortunately, the paladins are usually very strict in discipline, and they are not drunk at this time, otherwise Yang Yang would not have to fight this battle, and directly wash his neck and wait for others to cut corn!

Yang Yang looked around and found that it really didn't seem to be able to count on them anymore. So he called Captain John:

"Now that the enemy is the greatest, these dwarves have joined us, and we don't know our strength yet. So this time it can't go wrong anyway, you go down and gather the team first. Leave one team of knights here to help, and the rest will go with me!"

John found that Yang Yang's face was wrong when the guards came to report, and now after hearing about the urgency of the matter, he responded and immediately went out to prepare.

Although Yang Yang is anxious, after such a long time of training, he still has a little bit of quality in his heart. On the way here, I occasionally encountered some eyeless robbers, and they were all calmly solved by themselves.

But now the number of enemies is 2,000, and they are bandits who are accustomed to fighting and robbing houses on the barren plains! Naturally, the combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of the rabble that he has encountered before, at least this sneak attack has successfully grasped the time when the vigilance on his side is at its worst.

But Yang Yang was not very afraid, because although these robbers had good combat effectiveness, they had been suppressed by the Ospieman Empire for many years after all. Their equipment and combat qualities are much different from their own paladins, and the most important thing is to fight on the plains. These barbarians are not very good at horseback riding, and they do not need to ride horses even if they are more than two meters tall. Fighting on the plains is different from fighting in the jungle, just let these cavalry run. The inertia of the war horse and the spurt of the cavalry to deal with these infantry is simply a one-sided slaughter, although Yang Yang has never led a soldier and often plays some strategic games before, he still knows these most advanced common sense of using soldiers.

Yang Yang glanced at the dwarves who were staggering at the banquet and shook his head helplessly. Walking to the King of the Hill, the King of the Hill was pulling Mauritius to pour wine violently, burping and babbling:

"Brother, how long have we not drunk together? His grandmother's, it's not that my brother is stingy, my brother really has no money. Some time ago, I met a group of monkeys and secretly mixed a little monkey wine. It tasted amazing!

I was thinking, why do you have to leave some of such a good thing for my Mauritian brother? It's all bad brother, I was drinking and thinking about when I was going to send you such a good wine, and I didn't notice it for a while, and I drank it all out of my uncompetitive mouth!

At this time, the king of the hill, a big man of more than two meters, squatted on the ground and hugged the Mauritian patriarch beside him, and the Mauritian patriarch at this time rolled his eyes when he heard Alex's words!

One of the most interesting rules of their tribe is that the Black Iron Dwarves are a little taller than the Copperbeard Dwarves. And the Hammer Dwarves are a little taller than Black Iron. The dwarves of the Brute Hammer tribe all call their peers the Black Iron Dwarves younger brother when they see them, and the King of the Hill is of the same rank as the Son of Thunder, who is the leader of the tribe.

So it's not wrong for the king of the hill to call Mauritius his brother, but people are a lot older, and this king of the hill is obviously a big difference in age, and he is still shameless to call other people's brothers, naturally he is not very comfortable, but he can't get angry, because this is the ancestral training!

At this time, the Mauritian patriarch saw that the lord was coming, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and broke free from Alex's embrace and got up to greet the lord.