By the time Edward returned, the legionnaires who had stayed there had already set up camp at the foot of the hill - in the distance, there were tents and rows of flags, makeshift watchtowers and narrow fences, covering almost half of the hillside.

The guards patrolling the watchtower saw the Blood Cross flag from a distance, sounded the horn and opened the gates of the camp for Edward, and there were two columns of soldiers standing guard in front of the trench outside the gate.

After seeing the military flags all over the mountains, Iskar finally knew where the lord of Turin got his courage, and the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan who followed him were already dumbfounded, looking at this humble camp in disbelief, as if it was already a rather magnificent town in their eyes!

They all knew very well that there were no settlements or villages nearby, and it took these Turinetes a day to build such a large settlement in a place where there was nothing...... It's incredible!

A few young warriors who followed behind pointed at the towering watchtowers and tents, looking as excited and a little overwhelmed as the farmer who had come from the countryside to the town to gather the market.

On the contrary, she was already quite familiar with the Battle Banner Legion, and had seen so many majestic and magnificent Orwina in Turin City, she had no feeling at all, and even had a subconscious thought that "Turin people are like this".

Of course, even in the Kingdom of Turin, there are not many armies that can "compete" with the Banner Legion in building a camp - the Banner Legion has left a deep tradition of defeat, and they will not feel safe if they can't build a full camp before dark.

Just when the group arrived. Dressed in a warlock's robe, Marco Tasker had been "waiting for a long time". The silver-haired wizard stepped forward with his cane. With a good-natured smile on his face. Slowly saluted Edward.

"Take our friends to settle down first, find them a good place to live, and pack up their salutes. Edward turned over and dismounted, smiled at the silver-haired wizard, and said, "Wait until the evening when we have another great feast to entertain them." ”

"Do as you order, Lord Edward Witwood!" If there was anyone in the world who knew what Edward was going to do first, Marco Tasker thought he was the one who deserved it, and the smile on his lips was a little clear: "I'll do it." ”

With that, the silver-haired wizard with a few retinues greeted Iskar and his men warmly. Walking towards the camp - although the young clan leader still looked a little wary, the warriors behind him were exhausted and in need of rest, and he had to acquiesce in agreeing.

On the other hand, Lebinus on the side always had a silent expression, and after the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan left, he said with some hesitation: "Do you really want to help these barbarians revive their tribe, Lord Witwood?"

"Not a barbarian, but our worthy ally, Chief Centurion Lebinus. Edward looked at the confused eyes with a bit of amusement: "Why do you ask?"

"I thought you would be like when you were in Chima Canyon...... But it doesn't seem like we're getting much to gain from helping them. "Repcinus after his official allegiance to Edward. In this kind of private conversation, it also becomes naked: "What do we gain by supporting one clan to defeat another?"

"Being able to think about this means that you are using your brain. Chief Centurion. Edward's smile widened, "But you haven't thought about it more - for example, why do I have to wipe out all the barbarians in the Red Horse Canyon?"

"Slaves, supplies, goods?"

"Yes, but it's not just because of that - more importantly, the Akama Clan will never bow down to me, and I have to make sure the Green Valley is safe, so they must be eliminated. ”

When he said this, a fierce expression flashed on Edward's face: "But in the Eagle's Nest Valley, we have a name that justifies the elimination of them - the Black Eagle Clan, which has completely declined, wants to recover, and the only recourse is to completely surrender to us, and we can use their name to rule this land that the power of the kingdom cannot reach at all!"

"Always remember the saying - killing is a means, not an end, a means to gain more. And to let these barbarians lie at our feet will always be more than to slaughter them all. ”

Seeing the chief flag officer speak calmly, there was only inexplicable horror in Lebinus's eyes, and he could even feel his back trembling unnaturally, and he didn't even dare to look at those indifferent black eyes - he only knew one thing now, those members of the Black Eagle Clan would never escape from Lord Witwood's palm in this life.

When night fell, the whole camp was dotted with bonfires with smoke and dust, the soldiers who were finally able to rest cooked broth, and the black bread made of wheat was distributed from camp tent to camp, and the cured meat on the barbecue forks was still buzzing, and there was a joyous atmosphere everywhere.

The Black Hawk Clan, who had been invited to entertain them, enjoyed the same food as everyone else - at first, Marco Tasker was ready to break them up and divide them into all the hundreds, but the clan warriors who had been in exile for too long were still quite vigilant, insisting that everyone be together, and only a few of the fellows who were the leaders accepted the invitation of the silver-haired wizard on behalf of everyone.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Marco Tasker also brought out a batch of mellow and sweet pear wine - all of which are specialties of the Hague Castle estate, and the wine made from the finest fragrant pears is definitely not inferior to other drinks even at banquets in Turin.

According to Orwina, most of the Hantu clans did not know how to make wine, but they were no worse than the Turin when it came to alcoholism - when the sweet, mellow liquid flowed down their tongues and down their throats, even the most wary clan warriors completely put down their weapons and danced and cheered with the surrounding legionnaires.

And as the leader of the tribe, Iskar naturally received the highest standard of hospitality from the entire legion. Dressed in a long-sleeved robe prepared for him by Marco Tasker, and drinking delicious pear wine, the silver-haired wizard on the side kept praising his "noble" courage and "extraordinary" will, as if they were all real.

No matter how unruly and strong-blooded he was, Iska was only a young man after all, and it was normal for him to have some vanity, and it didn't take long for Marco Tasker to be completely blown away by the praises of Marco Tasker, and he regarded the silver-haired wizard as his "true friend".

Despite this, he is not yet a complete fool - although he is willing to accept Edward's help, he still has to revitalize the Black Hawk clan "on his own" and help the little master Renault regain his rightful place. Naturally, he also hoped that Edward would be able to support him with some weapons and protective gear to rearm the ragged tribal warriors.

Apparently before the feast began, Orwina told him something he "had to know".

"I don't see that you still have what it takes to be a favorite, Marco Tasker. Seeing that Iska, who was already drunk and flushed, was carried out, Edward smiled playfully at the silver-haired wizard beside him, "Our dear Iskar has thoroughly regarded you as his best friend!"

"All for your purposes, Lord Edward Witwood. Mark said very "humbly", "This is only temporary, and when our dear Lord Iska finds that they are unable to retake the Eagle's Nest Valley on their own, he will surrender to you with all his heart." (To be continued.) )

PS: The computer crashed twice, rescued once, rewritten once, it's too cold today, my little cutie is a little unbearable, I'm sorry to update late~