"Welcome to the west side of the Walled Mountains," Siegel waved his staff, showing them the magnificence of the land.

The wide, empty plains spread out at the foot of the mountain and spread all the way to the end of the day. The vigorous grass covered every inch of the land as far as the eye could see, gently swaying with the wind, like an ocean. Only the western sky dome is connected to the sea of grass, and there are faintly gray peaks, and you can stretch your eyes in other directions, either green or blue, clearly separating the sky from the earth.

The starting outpost was built on the side behind the tunnel mouth, which took advantage of the high ground. Large gray stones and red-painted steel bars build the tall walls, and three bastions protrude from the main body, guarding the three most important directions. The banner belonging to Mohr on the tallest tower of the castle has been put away, and now it is Siegel's nine-clawed squid banner that hangs.

More and his knights waited at the exit early, and more than forty strong, heavily armed men lined up in three groups, carrying their respective flags. Most of them were promoted by Moore from the mercenaries and barbarians, and many of their banners were newly made, and there was no historical accumulation from them. Some people use their favorite weapons or stars in the sky as symbols, which look decent, but some people are not so particular. Siegel glanced at it and saw a roast chicken and two roast leg of lamb.

The greeter did not ride a horse, and Siegel and his party left the donkey in the tunnel. He strode up, grabbed Mohr, who was kneeling on one knee, and hugged him tightly.

"Ha, you're getting stronger!" said Siegel, patting him on the shoulder, "Eat more meat here." ”

The environment at the starting outpost was much more difficult than that of Myr, and it was a test of intellect and patience to build a fortress with less than twenty knights at the beginning. Although it is dangerous to deal with large groups of animals, it will not be too difficult as long as you master the skills, and the most troublesome thing is actually to face the various barbarian tribes.

The plateau barbarians are better. They believed in the sun god - in fact, the incarnation of the god of the morning sun on this side of the walled mountains - so they were more straightforward and kind. As long as you keep the same straightforwardness, you can become friends with them with sincerity.

The lowland barbarians at the foot of the mountain are more savage and cunning, and their lack of integrity is only one of their many vices. After many defeats, Moore found that only the power of the sword could speak to them, and began frequent engagements.

Surrounded by water sources, herds, and shelter points (which can easily set up camp), the starting outpost constantly fights some tribes. And use the rules between barbarians to harvest the spoils and expand the scale. Like Siegel, Moore doesn't care about race, culture, or origin, and treats anyone equally as long as he can serve the starting outpost with integrity and obedience.

"My lord, the starting point outpost is at your disposal. ”

"Okay, introduce me to these warriors behind you!"

Many of the people at the starting outpost were meeting Siegel for the first time, or even the mage for the first time. They had been listening to Moore's stories, especially those from the two "One Day Wars." In their imagination. Siegel was supposed to be a powerful, giant-like man, and now he was a little disappointed when he saw a real person.

This expression was clearly written on his face, and Moore felt embarrassed. But Siegel didn't mind, and saw that everyone praised a couple of words.

After the official meeting, Siegel said, "Moore, let them settle down at the outpost, and you and I will go and see your grandfather." ”

Moore's face is difficult. A vigorous toothless flower child whispered to Siegel: "My lord." If my grandfather beats me, you can stop it. I have some straight-minded brutes under my men, and I've saved their lives, so I'm very loyal. When I see someone beating me, I might go berserk. ”

"Don't worry, they won't see you beaten. Siegel gestured to the team with his hand. Moore saw the halfling Lille, hiding between the legs, wiping tears of excitement with his handkerchief, as if still basking in the excitement of seeing the commander again.

"I said how come it's been a lot cleaner in this time, it turns out that you ran to the other side of the mountain!" Moore clenched his fists, "I'm still wondering who is talking nonsense." I guessed it was you, and it turned out to be you!"

"I'm here for your good. Lille replied aggrieved.

Siegel stopped Moore and dragged him to Fezak: "If there is something to be clarified, it will be clear in a moment." You're safe and sound here, and we're much more at ease. ”

Fezak was holding a telescope and looking at the distant scenery with great interest, until Siegel coughed. When he saw Mohr, he snorted vigorously, and then said, "Isn't it very free here?

Moore shook his head vigorously and waved his hand, and hurriedly said, "Impossible, impossible, it can't be concluded at all." ”

"So the name Nata was made up?" Fezak narrowed his eyes and looked at Mohr carefully: "After thinking about it, if you want to lie in front of me, it's best to brew your emotions well." ”

"No, how dare I?" Moore scratched his head, "where do you say it?"

Nata was born into a tribe of lowland barbarians, and legend has it that she was born with lightning and thunder, and a star fell, which gave her life. At first, she was no different from her peers, but she grew in strength until she became a formidable warrior in the tribe.

"I've seen her grab the yak's horn with one hand and smash it around the ground as a sack. ”

"Why is she doing this? Arm strength?"

Moore shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "I once told her that if you knock the beef more and break the tendons, the meat will be more delicious." ”

Siegel and Fezak glanced at each other, and basically understood in their hearts that this Nata and Moore must have a lot to do with each other.

"She's now the number one warrior of the Bull Rhino tribe and the eldest daughter of the chief, so she actually speaks just as well as the chief. According to tribal tradition, she would soon attend the first party of her family, and the strongest man who could overcome her would marry her home. ”

"You're not going?" asked Fezak coldly.

"It's useless to go, I can't beat her at all. Moore spread his hands and looked helpless: "The result of a hard encounter with her is that her weapons will break, her armor will be shattered, and she will only need a few rounds to win." And she said that she would never stay in the middle of the fight, and there was no hope for me to go. ”

Fezak had been observing Moore's expression. Then he beckoned to him. "What's the matter?" Moore had just leaned over when he was slapped by Fezak.

"Did you kid sleep with someone?!"

"Can this be seen too?" Moore opened his mouth and knew that he was finished.

"It seems that this recruitment has to go. Siegel grabbed Fezak and said, "Tell me about this bull and rhino tribe, is it a very powerful tribe?"

"Oh. Moore cautiously leaned in the direction of Siegel, avoiding his grandfather's reach. "The Bull Rhino tribe used to have a close relationship with the dwarves. Being able to buy reasonably priced goods from the top of Mora has been developing well. It has about 1,500 people, which is a relatively large tribe. Their tribal leader is called Dio, who is also Nata's father. ”

Dio Siegel blinked, it couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?

"What do they believe in, and can they communicate?"

"They believe in the gods of the wilderness, also known as the gods of the wilderness, and are probably the same as the elven druids. Moore said confidently: "Most people speak the same language, but the dwarves speak better." Communication is mainly in dwarven language. ”

"Okay, you can rest assured and prepare, I'll find a way for you to marry Nata back. Siegel said: "Especially since you have already had a relationship, if you are pregnant, you can't let your family's blood flow outside, right?"

"Thank you, my lord. Moore's face turned red with excitement: "You must be able to think of a solution!"

"Don't rush to thank me. Siegel said: "I'm afraid the cost of helping you this time is not small, prepare a new IOU!"

The hall of the starting outpost is less like the main hall of Myr City, more like a large tavern. On the greystone walls hang the skins of various animals and the heads of wild animals. Set off the wild vibes. The hall is steaming, and the aroma of grilled meat with added garlic fills the grills lined up. The smell of the latest wine from Heim wafted through the banquet.

Barbarian singers from the plateau are singing, and they sing in the dwarven language with a free and unrestrained mood, which has a unique flavor. But it's hard to really enjoy music in the halls, where fires are blazing, cups and plates are clashing, people are drinking and talking, and there is a lot of noise.

The banquet has been going on for a full three hours. Only a few remain awake. Siegel, as the Earl Lord of Heim Territory, is naturally the one who is toasted the most. However, he relied on magic tricks to drink only the water in the wine, leaving all the intoxicating alcohol behind. So so far, all he feels is a little swollen in his belly. The mind is still clear.

Evan is currently the head of Heim Ling's swordsmanship and a good friend of Siegel himself, so he is free to shuttle through the banquet and laugh freely. Except for Siegel and Fezak, no one knew that he was "His Majesty the King", so they were not polite to him at all. In the midst of the staggering, everyone only noticed that Evan was laughing, and no one paid attention to him, who barely drank any wine.

Some of the barbarians who happened to be left at the outpost of the starting point heard of the arrival of the Grand Chief of Commander Mor and offered gifts. They secretly mixed some rare things into the gifts, such as strangely shaped animal bones and unknown types of ore, in order to stump the "Great Chief". But Siegel always has the right amount to comment on gifts, saying where they come from and what they're used for.

"Don't underestimate these tribesmen, Mohr, they know what is good on the steppe. Siegel looked at the few items in the pile of gifts in front of him and said, "It would save us a lot of trouble if they could help us collect these things." If you can unite, you don't have to fight, I know you've been doing a great job. ”

"My lord, next time there is a war, you must ask me to participate. Moore was holding his glass, his face already reddening. "I'm ashamed that I didn't help this time. ”

"Don't be stupid, I don't know what the situation would have been without your constant supply of food. "Yak cheese in particular, after getting used to it, has become a very popular thing, and there are orders coming all the time," Siegel said. In the next step, Alfred will contact you to purchase some alchemy and magic materials from you, so you should be careful. ”

"My lord, these are all you need to use, right? just transport them away, you don't have to pay!" Moore said excitedly: "From the tunnel to the outpost, it's actually your plan, I didn't do anything, it's all yours lord." ”

"Then you should listen to me even more. Siegel patted Moore on the shoulder, using the power of magic to help him calm his mind and get rid of his drunkenness. He pointed to the halfling who was dancing and laughing at the wine table, and said to Mohr, "That little one cares about you. Although he made a lot of jokes, the starting point is still good, so don't be so vicious to him. ”

"Yes, Lord Count. Moore burped and said with some embarrassment. (To be continued.) )