Before setting out to find the Barbarian mercenaries, Lawrence mustered up the courage to challenge Delenn.

"Delen, we haven't practiced in a long time!"

Delen, who was peeling potato chips with Sariel, looked up and looked at the courageous man in surprise.

Sariel reluctantly persuaded: "Lawrence, do you want to be beaten?" ”

Lawrence was very serious and ready to come to his senses.

"It's better to be beaten by Deren than to be taught a lesson by others, I'm going to talk to those barbarians, even if I try to avoid it when the time comes, if I really want to fight, I can't have any luck!"

"Delen, warm up with me!"

Lawrence made a sincere invitation to Delenn, "If I can't beat it, I'll run." ”

Lawrence's honesty made Delen feel angry and amused, and he quickly dropped the wooden blade that had been used to cut potato chips.

"You haven't asked me to help with witchcraft these days, so I have a lot of strength now, have you really thought about it?"

Lawrence had a little idea of retreating, remembering that the last time he competed with Delenn, he had wasted a lot of physical strength by asking Delenn to help soften the soil and clear the trees.

Now these days, because of the relationship between several witches who are very caring, they are doing less and less.

I eat and drink every day, and I naturally accumulate a lot of strength.

"Hmmm! Let's go outside and practice! This time, when I say stop, I must stop!! ”

Lawrence warned Deren very seriously.

Delenn was a little unsure whether Lawrence had courage or didn't.

obviously took the initiative to come over and be beaten, and unswervingly said that he wanted to continue, but he always showed a wrecked look on his mouth.

Delen said: "I promise you, I won't beat you to death at once, I will definitely give you a chance to escape." ”

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked towards the forest.

The two sides soon arrived in the newly opened grove, and Saliel and Sophia came to watch and cheer.

Keharan and Losanda did not come along, not interested in such a thing.

The two sides quickly stood face to face.

Lawrence was about to sneak up when he saw Delenn punch him in the nose.

This time Lawrence saw Delenn's movements, his hands quickly converged in front of him like swatting flies, and firmly grasped Delenn's fist.

The strength of the fist was beyond Lawrence's imagination, and Lawrence, who thought he would just grab it, was hit by a huge force, and his feet took three or four steps back before he stabilized.

At this time, the painful feeling from the palm of his hand made Lawrence's hands lose control, and with a little force, he felt that his hands were trembling, unable to grasp things, let alone show normal combat power.

Lawrence looked at Delenn who was standing in place, "How much effort did you use?" ”

"Maximum strength." Delen added: "If you don't count the anger or desperate fighting, it might be a little bit more at that time, or a little more powerful when you're fighting a bear. ”

"Anyway, this is the maximum strength I can use when I fight you."

"I'm not sure I'm going to use more force because I'm angry."

The more Delen spoke, some of the expressions were unclear about what he wanted to say.

Lawrence nodded, "I see, there is still a big gap between me and you, and that's all for today." ”

Sariel was speechless, "It's over all at once." ”

Lawrence angrily defended: "Don't underestimate this, she almost broke my hand at this moment!" How much my hands hurt right now, you have no idea. ”

Sophia quickly ran over and looked at Lawrence's hand worriedly, "Master, does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts, I feel like I can't recover for a few days." Lawrence felt the pain getting bigger and bigger, "Hurry up and go back and have a look, and let Keharan get me some herbs to rub!" ”

Sophia asked, "Hmm! The owner's hand is injured, and later Sophia feeds you and helps you bathe! ”

Lawrence ignored the rest of the group and quickly went back to treatment.

The three witches are also worried about whether Lawrence's hands are really out of order.

Soon Keharan helped check the injury, and after grabbing Lawrence's palm and looking at it, he quickly said, "It's okay." ”

Sariel was relieved at this time, and complained: "Lawrence is like this, a little injury will hurt too much to bear." ”

Lawrence looked at Sarry unhappily, "How can it be okay?" You all know Delenn's strength, she can kill a cow with one punch, and you think my bones are harder than the skull of a cow? ”

Sophia nodded seriously, "The master is right!" ”

Sariel hesitated, but also felt that what Lawrence said made sense, and it didn't feel like a minor injury.

Kehalan was no longer confident, and quickly said: "I am not a professional pharmacist, and I don't know much about treating people. ”

Looking at the three flustered witches, Delenn said calmly at this time: "I can kill the cow with one punch, but I may not be able to die with one punch when I meet the Vakiri." ”

"If it's the kind of berserker with heroic blood flowing throughout, or a noble wizard, it can't be done without weapons, and if you can't beat a berserker with your fists, it won't have such a strong effect on the wizard."

Sophia nodded, "Delen has a point. ”

At this time, Loshanda walked in from outside.

She also heard the conversation of several people, and said at this time: "Lawrence, your body flows with the blood of the North that cannot be frozen by ice, don't underestimate the blood of warriors flowing in your body!" ”

Lawrence is not a pure-blood wizard, he is a pure-blood barbarian......

Especially in the northern environment, luck is not the main condition for survival, physical fitness and genes are more important.

"Well, I feel a lot better." Lawrence suddenly felt that the palm of his hand was not so painful anymore.

Feeling that she was being teased, Saliel angrily said, "I knew it! That's what he is! ”

Lawrence ignored the grumpy Sariel and faced his own barbarian blood for the first time.

The count may not be able to fight, but the knights and barons who do the dirty work for the count must be able to fight!

His father and brothers were not good men, and like most barbarians, they had the honor of robbing and killing.

It is certainly not possible to win them over, these barbarians, who are accustomed to living unscrupulously and belong to the barbarian aristocratic system, will definitely bring the invaders.

So what about wooing the children of the rest of the lords or knights?

In this region, bloodlines are really important.

Perhaps he can contact the barbarian heirs of the outside world.

For example, an ordinary child like himself who has no way out, no inheritance, and needs to go out to find a way to live?

Just as Lawrence was thinking about wooing the Berserker's heir, Bull shouted downstairs, "Master, it's not good, Doug is riding a she-wolf!" ”

Lawrence quickly went out and stood in the hallway on the second floor looking at the maid below.

"What's wrong with Doug?"

Bull said quickly: "It was seduced by a she-wolf and lay down with a much smaller she-wolf by the river!" ”

Lawrence felt a little puzzled and walked out of the cabin to check on the situation at the river's edge.

I saw a strong sled dog standing on his legs, his hands lying on a much smaller snow-white she-wolf, and constantly making obscene movements.

Lawrence was shocked and said, "Why is that wolf so small?" ”

Bull quickly explained: "Wolves are smaller than dogs, Doug eats well and grows quickly, those two-year-old male wolves are not as big as a one-year-old Doug, we have to stop them quickly, otherwise Doug will not have the strength to give birth to puppies." ”

Lawrence's brow furrowed, and it suddenly occurred to him that the so-called Berserker offspring might not be so important.

The ferocious wolf outside is the invader, and the well-fed domestic dog like Doug is the so-called knight warrior.

It's not that the Durella are weak, it's that the noble lords above their heads don't allow these people to eat too much and be too bloody.

Even if the Vakiri went to the seashore to plunder and kill people, the nobles and manor owners of the seashore did not allow the serfs to hold iron weapons, let alone allow the rudiments of an army to appear among them.

After a year or two, most of the Durella had grown stronger, and even the Bhumithes were able to fight back and forth with the once feared Vakiri.

Berserkers are indeed very powerful and powerful, but they can't ignore the strength of most people.

It turns out that most of the people who gather into a tower of sand are stronger together than one, two, three, four, five berserkers!

You can recruit and hire barbarian warriors from outside, but you can't forget that the group of people under your command is the real foundation and guarantee.

Equip the Durrellians and Pumithes with iron weapons, give them a warm house to eat and drink, and tell them what they are fighting for.

Whether it was Awali or Uribe, although it was led by a few witches, everyone was fighting bravely on the whole.

Lawrence muttered to himself, "I found out that we are not weak here, even if it is a dog, it is stronger than the wild wolves outside!" ”

Sariel laughed, "Lawrence, what about you?" ”

Lawrence said firmly: "I am the brain here, the prophet and the guide of God, who have you ever seen who would use his brain to fight with other people's fists?"

Sariel thought hard and replied honestly, "Not yet." ”

Lawrence was incredibly convinced, "Yes, we are so powerful here, and it is inseparable from my rule!" And, you all wait, it's going to get stronger and stronger! ”

What berserkers, what wizards, let you see the power of the masses!

(End of chapter)