Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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After receiving this batch of weapons, Corleone decided to form a 100-man crossbow team, composed of archers and crossbowmen, led by the half-elf Seranis.

Those people will receive special training from Seranis, learning wood elves' archery and investigative skills.

As for the firearms of those dwarves, he didn't plan to make them public for the time being, but continued to pile them in wooden boxes, and waited for them to go to the troll kingdom to venture out and use them later.

Corleone went to their rented housing area, and there were a large number of members in the yard practicing swordsmanship.

This group of people are all new members of the Great Sword Guard, and they are in good spirits.

"Well, continue to practice, and I will give you an extra meal tonight. It's all food containing monster meat."

"Thank you, head!" The crowd roared excitedly.

The Eagle Group has allocated part of the funds to purchase food ingredients, most of which are ice and snow pork, wind owl meat and frozen lizards.

It can be regarded as the most affordable monster meat on the market, and a large number of hunters make a living by hunting these creatures.

The fierce fighting sound sounded again, and the venue was full of "philosophical" atmosphere.

Then Corleone walked to a room next door, where the Great Ivan stayed.

"Let's eat together?" Corleone asked his men to bring in several large plates of meat and dwarf ale.

"What are you going to do with me? Anyway, I can't be your subordinate. Anyway, I'm also a Viking lord." Big Ivan said disdainfully, eating barbecue.

"I understand, but you Vikings are struggling to survive in such a remote and desolate northern region, don't you want to live a life?"

"Why don't you go to the south? You know that in the central part of the Campbell area, there is a lot of fertile land." Corleone asked curiously.

"No, we Vikings must stay where Mr. Zu lives. That is our only home."

"Then you are too rigid as a high lord. Since you all bring people to carry out looting activities, why don't you just settle here?"

"A more comfortable environment, high-quality arable land and pasture, and abundant mineral resources."

Corleone personally filled a large glass of ale for the Great Ivan, and the two drank quite vigorously.

"You really can be joking. Although the countries in the central region are not big, they still have some background." Big Ivan recalled the battle.

"I took someone to rob the port of France 4 years ago. I didn't expect them to tame a few Hydras. Haha, we also lost in a big defeat that time..."

"Another time, my troops encountered the Flame Wizards of the Cato Kingdom, and dozens of dragon-head ships were burned down. If it weren't for our Vikings' Luen spells, I'm afraid the end would not be much better."

Corleone clapped his hands: "That's not enough. Now that the Campbell area is full of wars, it's the best time to intervene."

Big Ivan straightened up, and said with a confused expression: "What on earth do you want to express? There is no future for me to follow you as a mercenary."

Corleone put down the wine glass in his hand, put his hands on his chest, and said solemnly: "If I want to be a lord, or even want to build a nation?"

"You and your people can also have a better life without having to endure the cold and hunger."

Big Ivan looked at him with a shocked expression: "Are you crazy! Do you really think that? Our identity is in the eyes of the southerners, but we are ferocious pirates."

Corleone's eyes were full of ambition, and his aura was breathtaking:

"What's the difference between southerners and northerners? You came out to looting because of lack of supplies. If everyone can live a good life, then we will become irrespective of each other."

"And you and I are two legendary fighters. Now the Eagle Group is still expanding. It won't be long before I have 3,000 or even more elite troops on hand."

"After you go back, integrate the troops you have on hand. After one or two years, the central part will meet with me, and I will send someone to contact you."

"How about this condition."

Big Ivan asked: "You just let me go like this, aren't you afraid that I might run away?"

"Well, then you missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to continue to consume the lives of those Viking warriors, and also let down your people." Corleone stared at his eyes closely.

The Great Ivan was silent at first, and then suddenly laughed:

"...Let me think about it for a few more days. I didn't expect your mercenary leader to have such ambitions, hahaha."

"Okay, think about it again." Corleone said with a smile that the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.

There was a wave of waves in the heart of Big Ivan: Although the success rate of this is not high, it is not impossible to lead everyone to occupy the territory of the Southerners.

The two drank wine for a while, and Corleone left afterwards happily.

He asked his subordinates to return to the room first and walked to the beach alone.

Before long, a few long pale red tentacles emerged from under the icy surface, and they were wrapped around his body.

"Little guy, haven't you played enough yet?" Corleone patted off his tentacles easily and called out to the sea.

Soon, the sea monster in front of me revealed its true appearance, and it was Paul the octopus.

The heir of this legendary sea monster has grown to more than 7 meters in length in just a few months, and is far superior in strength.

It obviously has better genes.

The octopus Paul spewed a large number of fish bones from the air and made a cheerful grunt.

"Lululu!"

"Yeah, when did you actually learn the murloc language?"

Corleone had plundered this language from the Sahua murlocs before, so he could communicate smoothly.

"You said there are murloc tribes around here?"

"They want to treat you as a war beast, so they teach you to talk?"

"That's really amazing. It's really not easy to live in such a harsh climate."

To survive in the sea of ​​ice in the extreme cold, at least these murlocs are extremely cold-resistant, and maybe they will have some ice spells.

"Wait~www.readwn.com~ what's your face, you said you ate all of them??"

"Don't eat randomly in the future. What if you have diarrhea? You know, you are not allowed to eat humanoid creatures without my order!"

Then Corleone picked up the Poseidon bottle and pointed it at the octopus Paul: "It's been a few weeks since you've made you cool, it's time to come back."

But Paul shook his head, and didn't seem to plan to go back yet.

"Okay, then I'll pick you up in a few days."

And on this night, a huge army slowly advancing appeared in the remote polar regions, marching in the direction of the Kingdom of Winter.

It was an army composed of tens of thousands of giants of various races.

And their leader is the golden giant Titan King.

Under the order of the Titan King, a war against the human kingdom is about to break out.

For the time being, I don’t plan to write anymore.