Lord of War

"I'm the garrison commander of Loveland City." The soldier followed Alfred into the hotel. He glanced at the sparsely seated crowd in the hotel. There were not many people, about thirty or forty. The appearance, but most of them are northern barbarians.

  In the eyes of this soldier, a trace of contempt flashed.

Although hidden well, which of the people present is ordinary, basically except for Alfred who is facing him and Anno, who is inherently stupid, Sean, Cecilia, and William all show up. Er Yiju caught the trace of contempt that flashed in his eyes.

  Northern Barbarians, in the eyes of anyone who thinks they have a little bit of knowledge or military common sense, they are not good soldiers. Their IQ is bad. At least until then, William thought so too. It wasn't until that night that he changed a little bit. After a series of observations, William found that the northern barbarians are not unsuitable to be soldiers, but they just want to form them. The real combat effectiveness takes a very long time.

  Of course, every effort pays off, William thinks that if you train the barbarians in the North, you might really be able to create a strong army that is not afraid of death.

  The reason why the pure white wings of the Saint-Joles Empire are so powerful is that they are all made up of all fearless knights? If the barbarians of the North can develop into that way, the combat effectiveness will not be too low. And the most important point is that it is extremely easy for the northern barbarians to supplement. More than 50% of the slaves in the entire slave market are northern barbarians, and there are countless northern lands in the vast ice area in the northwest corner of the mainland. Barbarian tribe.

  The only thing that annoys William is how to improve the strength of these northern barbarians as much as possible.

You know, the strength of the fearless knights is all real high-level gold. A knight group composed of thousands of high-level gold can of course force the sacred puppets of the Maggie Empire that are less than a thousand daring to face the challenge. NS.

  The strength of the northern barbarians is barely reaching the lower bronze level, and the average level is even an apprenticeship level.

  William yawned, then turned to face the so-called commander with his butt, and began to think about how to improve the combat effectiveness of the northern barbarian in an all-round way. After all, this steel wing really belongs to the army under his name, so of course he needs to be well rectified and trained. As for communicating with this commander whose nose and eyes are obviously swapped, he is completely uninterested.

Seeing William’s attitude, the blue veins on the commander’s forehead jumped up, but it still suppressed the anger very well, because these people in front of him were not his army at all, and what was the quality of the mercenary regiment? He also knows in his heart. Rather than having an uproar with the other party here, it is more important to hurry up and get things done. If something goes wrong because of him, his commander position will be over.

  "I would like to ask, when will you be able to leave?" The commander said in a fairly polite tone, "The transaction is at noon the day after tomorrow, and Sir Paro hopes to settle this matter before then."

  The meaning of these words is not difficult to understand, that is, I hope that Xiao En and others will start as soon as possible, and it is best to start now.

But there is no chance that Sean will be led by the nose. He is now convinced that Sir Paro, an old cunning guy, wants to use them as cannon fodder, so he said with a very cold attitude: "Tomorrow morning. Now everyone is tired, too. I need a rest, and Fred has just painted the magic pattern, and he needs time to rest to adjust his state.... Your commander, you will come back to us tomorrow."

   "The Lord of the City hopes that you can start now." The commander's attitude is still very polite, but there is a little more indisputable command in his voice.

  Rising from the jazz to the city lord, this is a kind of instinctive aura and coercion. It is obvious that the commander hopes to suppress Sean and others through the name of Paro. If it is a general mercenary group, then it is very likely to follow the other party's orders and commands. After all, no one is stupid enough to offend a city lord, especially now that he is still on the city lord's territory.

  But obviously, Sean is not a so-called general mercenary group.

He waved his hand unceremoniously, as if he was catching a fly, and said coldly: "Tell the lord, we need to rest. We will leave after six o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't wait, just You lead people to set off."

"you!"

   "Fred, Anno, see off the guests." Sean no longer gave the other person a chance to speak at all, and simply gave the order to evict the guests.

Although Alfred didn’t know why Sean’s attitude changed so quickly, at this moment Sean’s attitude was already so tough. As a member of his command, Alfred naturally took Sean’s order as the first criterion. Naturally, he walked in front of the commander and said please very politely. It's just that the commander didn't seem to buy it, he still stood still staring at Xiao En, his eyes were getting colder, his aura was already accumulating.

  Anno didn't have so much scruples. He got up from behind the table and walked directly in front of the commander. Alfred was talking, so he stood watching. However, the commander not only ignored him completely, but even exuded murderous intent. The smile on Anno's face disappeared in an instant. He was more sensitive to the emission of murderous intent than anyone else, and he directly grabbed the opponent's collar as soon as he stretched out his hand. Go, want to subdue the commander on the spot.

But before Anno’s hand stretched out in front of him, the commander’s hands moved in unison, and the second came first to hit Anno’s right wrist and elbow. As long as his hands exerted force at the same time, immediately You can break Anno's right hand.

And almost at the same time as the commander's hands moved, Alfred also moved with him-he took a step back, and with a wave of his left hand to the back, he grabbed the flamingo that was placed on the table. tooth. This long-handled halberd was like a child's toy in his hand. While waving his left hand, it was gently thrown onto his right hand. When he lifted it slightly, the tip of the halberd was already on this side. On the throat of a commander.

  The slight burning sensation from the tip of the gun caused the commander's pupils to shrink suddenly. But soon, his gaze changed from this surprise to shock. The hard feeling from his chest made him understand that not only was his throat being held by someone with a sharp weapon, but also his chest, and he lowered his head. At the same time, I was looking at another magic weapon.

  Two magic weapons!

   "What do you mean?" The commander calmed himself down and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you mean, what do we mean." Sean's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand stretched out from under Anno's ribs, just touching the commander's heart. As long as he dared to move, Sean dared to pierce the opponent's heart with a straight sword.

  But even so, Sean thinks this is a loss-making business!

  Anuo’s arm is worth more than this waste’s life.

   "It's just a misunderstanding."

The commander looked at Sean, a little bit jealous of his strength. In his opinion, only the magic warrior among these people could compare with him, but what he didn't expect was that he had missed him. He didn't see exactly how the Sri Lankan made his move. He didn't realize that his vitals had been threatened until his chest was resisted by a hard object.

  At this moment, since the situation is better than others, he certainly won't mess around. The hands on Anuo's right arm slowly loosened, and then he lifted it up.

Xiao En retracted the long sword in his hand into the scabbard, glanced at the commander coldly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Go away, another person will come tomorrow. If you are still here, we will not accept this entrustment. The magic pattern depicts how much we should pay you back."

  Forcibly resisting the anger in his heart, the commander nodded politely, did not say much, turned around and left.

  After confirming that the other party had left, Alfred and William expressed their dissatisfaction at the same time.

"You shouldn't have done that just now." Alfred shook his head, his vision still stayed in the head of the mercenary regiment, or he still maintained his vision as an ordinary villager. Offending him will not do us any good, especially since we are still in this city."

"I agree with this point." William nodded, rarely standing in the same camp as Alfred. "You really shouldn't have done that, or even let him go. You have to know that he is a soldier, a soldier. There will be pride that belongs to the soldiers. You will just make enemies for nothing, and will not do us any good."

   "I found out that you sometimes speak normal words." Alfred nodded, seeming to agree with William very much.

But for Alfred’s approval, William showed complete disdain: "If I change me, I will never let him go back, at least just kill him directly, there will never be so much nonsense. ."

  Alfred, who was still nodding his head, was stunned for an instant, and then looked at William with a stunned look: "I took back what I said, you have never been normal."

"I'm just considering the most suitable plan." William shrugged, and then said to himself, "Even if you let him go back, you shouldn't tell him that he will be replaced by someone else. If this is the case, What little action he wants to target us, we will be in a very passive situation....Moreover, the most appropriate way just now is to ask Anno to let him break a hand, and then kill him, so that we will occupy Righteousness."

  Speaking of this, William turned his head and looked at Anno again, and smiled: "Anno, even if you broke a hand by him just now, you wouldn't mind it, right?"

  Faced with William’s question, Anno thought for a long time before asking stupidly: "Is there any food to eat after being broken?"

   "Yes." William smiled and nodded, "There is a lot of food to eat, and you can temporarily not work."

   "Hey." Anno smirked and scratched the back of his head, "Fold it at will, just one hand."

   "Look." William turned his head to face Sean and Alfred, "The parties don't mind, so we should just take care of it."

"You are really a lunatic." Alfred was stunned. Although he could understand the meaning of sacrifice, it was not rare when he was in the mercenary group, but he made such a decision under such an understatement. Reid was still a little unacceptable.

   "In my opinion, Anno's hand is much more expensive than his life." Xiao En curled his lips. He didn't know what to say about the optimism and naturalness of this stupid big man. As a commander or lord, he naturally has to admit that William’s words are reasonable. Sometimes he can obtain greater benefits through some small sacrifices, but as a player, he cannot accept this. Behavioral thinking.

   "Okay, anyway, I've said everything, and I don't care what they think. Everyone will have a good night's sleep tonight, maybe there will be two tough battles tomorrow."

"I don't think so." William murmured, and then lay down on the table again. "After seeing the strength of the two of you, the people who will cooperate with us tomorrow will definitely change their attitude, maybe even that Paro The city lord will win over us."