Chapter 53: Carrots and Sticks
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With a distant roar, the two patriarchs sat back down on their skin cushions. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) They looked at each other and didn't expect that the person who controlled Spirit Bear would be Curt. In the eyes of the patriarchs, Curt was too young and too untrustworthy. They also thought that Randall the Faceless was the boss, so they deliberately showed their strength and wanted to force Randall to express his position.
"I come to tell you what the consequences of refusal. β
Curt lowered his hand and began to speak quietly. He alternated his sharp gaze on the faces of the two patriarchs, and said slowly:
"If you decide to be the enemy of the Thousand Laws, then every night, a dozen fireball spells will pour into your camp. Then my teacher and other high-level mages will intervene, and they can summon more than five spirits that are stronger than Spirit Bear, ** all of you. Your weapons and muscles are useless against spirits, nor against spells fired from a distance. In less than three days, you'll all be buried in the wasteland. Then I will find your tribe and kill all the women and children. β
Curt's bravado made the air in the tent seem to freeze. The barbarians around them were whispering, they were resentful, but they also knew that Curt's threat was very real. When several young savages couldn't help but want to interject, pointlessly scolding Curt, and even making their moves, Rainey stood up. He took a step forward, walked through the fire, and glared at Curt condescendingly. Curt looked at Rainey nonchalantly, listening to the other party roar:
"Despicable villains who play spells, you know how to conspire and trick! If you have the ability, you can have a duel with me with real swords and guns!"
"Yes, I think your little request should be met. β
Curt nodded calmly, then turned his head to look at Randall. Randall, who knew about it, cast a teleportation spell and disappeared into the glow of magic.
Curt raised his head and said to the angry-eyed Rainey:
"Sue your people, my guards will be coming soon. I'll put them on a par with you, and with all those who are willing to play, until you're satisfied. β
Three minutes later, Bloom, who had to bend down in the tent, left the two patriarchs speechless. It's one thing to have the courage of a warrior, it's another thing to get in the water in your head and go head-to-head with the Imperial Frost Giants on the tundra. Gordon looked around with interest, and hooked up with Cameron to express his feelings. Gordon was confident in Curt's ability to control the court, and there was no nervousness at all.
Curt glanced at Gordon angrily, and then said loudly:
"Gordon, go on, let these wild warriors see what the warriors of Thousand Laws City are like. β
"Yes, my lord. β
Gordon bowed respectfully, then lifted his shield and drew his sword to the open space inside the tent. This arrangement surprised everyone, so Rainey and Dagmar looked at each other and stood up. He asked his subordinate to take a broad-bladed battle axe, and then said as he walked:
"Come on, cowards hiding behind the walls. I'm going to make you understand what a real warrior looks like. β
"The warriors who survive are the warriors. β
Gordon replied with a grin, casually posturing. Rainey immediately roared and rushed forward, his hands raised in the aloft of his tomahawk and slashed. As a result, Gordon raised his sword in one hand to block the axe, and then swung his shield with the other hand, smashing Rainey into a staggering backwards.
"Your attack is too direct to look at. β
Curt assessed his opponent with ease, and then swung his sword vigorously. The magic sword blessed with the sharp art tore through the air, directly shattering the axe that was slashed again. Rainey stumbled against the wooden post that supported the tent, dumbfounded. He has the strength of a giant bear, but in front of Gordon, he is almost like a child.
"Next. β
Curt shouted quietly, all as he expected. Dagmar, who was almost hit by an axe shard, stood up, his weapons being a scimitar and a meteor hammer, a very clever combination. Dagmar is adept at wrapping the enemy's feet around the feet with the Meteor Hammer and pulling them down, then using the scimitar to deliver a fatal blow. But today was not a good day, and his skills were completely useless.
Ten seconds later, the head of the Meteor Hammer slammed through the roof of the tent and flew somewhere. Dagmar held the half-cut scimitar and sat down on the ground in a daze. His teeth were covered with blood, which had been shaken out by the force of the recoil. Curt shook his head indifferently, and then shouted loudly:
"Next!"
It has to be admitted that barbarians are a brave people. A new challenger immediately appeared, brandishing his weapon and rushing towards Gordon. Gordon knocked down five more opponents before he completely shook the scene. A little tired, he sheathed his sword, saluted Curt, and walked back.
"Allow me to perform. β
Cameron wasted no time in standing up and respectfully asked Curt. From Gordon's mouth, Cameron already knew Curt's temper, and he knew that his watch would be rewarded. When he had taken his head, Cameron removed his bow. He stood at one end of the tent and shot arrows at the wooden pillars at the other end. Each arrow fell within a centimeter in diameter, causing the barbarians to marvel.
"Now, let me add some conditions to you. β
Curt waved his hand, attracting Rainey and Dagmar, who were seated back in their seats. He coughed dryly and said to the two patriarchs who looked in awe:
"Assuming that you are willing to cooperate, the Thousand Laws City will treat you fairly. We're willing to pay handsomely - ten goblin heads, or five orc heads, for one gold coin. Pay in cash without delay. The Snow Ape's head is worth two gold coins, and the Troll and Ogre's head are worth five gold coins. When there are more powerful monsters, you can notify me, and I will pay for the intelligence. With the money, you can do business with the merchants, and you don't need to rob anymore. You can even make deals with the dwarves of the molten iron pits and buy the refined weapons they have crafted. β
"Stone on top, what a cunning imp you are!"
Hoffman, who was already half-drunk, jumped up and slapped Curt with a rambling horn. If the barbarians can form an alliance with the dwarves, there are many benefits for both sides. The dwarves could even consider carving out their own trade routes, escorted by barbarians, and selling their goods elsewhere. After skipping the middle, the dwarves' commodity profits will skyrocket.
Both patriarchs showed heartfelt expressions, but they were still hesitating. Curt gave them some time to think about it, and then said in an unquestioning tone:
"In the name of Mystra, the goddess of magic, I promise all of the above promises, and I will definitely fulfill them. Relatively, there is also a condition. I know that someone is trying to pry you on, so that you will come all the way to plunder the trade routes and cause trouble for the Thousand Law City. I need all the information of the other party and give sanctions. β
Curt stared at the two patriarchs, secretly reading their thoughts. Finally, he didn't wait for the patriarchs to speak, and stood up.
"Well, you're scared of the druids, but you'll soon be out of the question. β
Curt beckoned the others to gather, then turned to Rainey and Dagmar and said:
"Don't sleep, wait. I'm going to show you what happens to the Thousand Laws City. β
With that, Curt stepped out of the tent. Randall and the others followed him and penetrated the vast tundra. Hoffman woke up on Brom's shoulder, shivering. He looked at Curt with drunken eyes, and asked with a knotted tongue:
"What are we doing? Where are we going?"
"Go kill a couple of druids, a bunch of idiots who call themselves the Sorcery Overseers. β
Curt replied nonchalantly, then activated the teleportation earrings and reached the summit of a small mountain. He looked around and struggled to find a tent hidden in dead trees and bushes. It didn't take long for Randall the Faceless to teleport over. He followed Curt's line of sight, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"It doesn't look like a high-level druid station, how's it going, you're going to do it?"
"If you can help, I'm even more sure. β
Curt smiled and saluted Randall, but was shunned by the other party. When Curt looked up in some surprise, Randall shook his head and said:
"There are some things I shouldn't tell you right now, but I don't think it matters anymore. You're such an amazing character, Curt. When you've successfully completed your mission, Lord Eorham is ready to promote you to the Faceless One. You will be my faceless brother, and you will work with me to sweep away the scum hidden in the city of a thousand laws. Now what do you need me to do? β
β...... I was terrified. β
Curt was silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice. He didn't expect that he would be able to sneak up on Ioham so quickly, looking for the best chance for revenge. Randall patted Curt on the shoulder and gave him a few words of encouragement. Then Randall turned around, looked at the tent in the distance, and said:
"You're asking me to help kill the druids, right? It's just a small thing, let's get started. β
"Good. β
Ke Ting nodded, and took out the range extender staff. A few seconds later, two red rays pierced the sky and hit the tent. Before the flames could completely disperse, two more red rays flew over. The roar continued until Curt and Randall's light spells stopped.
When Gordon and his party arrived at the still burning bushes, they found only three bodies that were not humanoid. Curt returned to the barbarian camp with the corpse, and Rainey and Magda, who saw the corpse, immediately agreed to all of Curt's conditions. They were busy beckoning their tribesmen to bring wine and barbecue, and gave Curt and his party the warmest hospitality.
Early the next morning, when Curt returned to the mercenary camp unharmed and told SΓΉ that Cedric, who had been worried all night, that the barbarians had become allies, Cedric's eyes widened. He watched drunken Bloom, Gordon, and Cameron go into the tent to sleep, and then looked at Hoffman, who was lying directly in the snow and snoring. Finally, Cedric shook his head and muttered quietly:
Hogg and Madison were right, if you had the chance, you should hold on to Curt's thigh. β
Hogg and Madison are the elven Freitia's companions and the famous Iron Guard. Their vision was accurate, and in the face of the facts, Cedric decided to listen to Hogg and Madison's advice.