In view of the ulterior motives of these noble generals, the time for Downton's robbery was delayed a little longer than planned.
The Duke's Palace has been partially demolished, finally allowing the Ancient Spear to dock.
The ogres are gathering here carrying large and small bags, boarding the battleship, and then evacuating.
"Idiot, why don't you throw away this clock? Do you still think the battleship is not overloaded?"
Quasimodo stood in front of the boarding board, checking the items carried by the ogre. After a while, a large number of discarded items were already piled up next to him.
"My wife has wanted a clock for a long time."
The ogre in front of him had condensed soul seeds, so he felt that he was higher than the ordinary natives and was qualified to bring more loot, so he spoke forcefully.
Quasimodo didn't answer, but waved his whip and struck him.
This guy actually wanted to resist, Quasimodo directly raised his foot and kicked it to the side, "Next one, hurry up!"
"you wanna die!"
The natives hugged Big Ben tightly and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was not broken. Then they became furious and jumped up to settle the score with Quasimodo, but before he could take action, a little chief rushed over.
With all her strength, she slapped him eight times across the face.
"Are you stupid? This thing is worthless and takes up space. Why are you carrying it?"
The little chief snatched the half-man tall Big Ben from the hands of his tribe and smashed it to the ground.
Ding dong!
The nut and copper core fell to the ground.
"Why don't you apologize quickly? If it weren't for the fact that you are a magic user, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"
The little chief kicked the tribesman in front of Quasimodo and apologized hurriedly with a smile on his face. In desperation, he even spoke aboriginal language.
"Hurry up. Don't waste time!"
Quasimodo urged.
"That's gold-plated, idiot. Not worth anything!"
"Look, this is the good stuff!"
"What's a gold ring? Look at this, it's a gem hairpin. I'll give it to the chief's daughter when I get it back. She will definitely be eager to marry me."
As the ogres boarded the ship, they joked with each other and showed off their harvests. Then they suddenly froze because a corpse was thrown from the side of the ship. It hit the ground with a loud bang.
Lots of dust.
"Enemy attack?"
Some of the ogres who had just returned didn't understand why, so they subconsciously prepared to fight.
"It's okay, those guys are too greedy and are unwilling to hand over their share to the Duke!"
The ogre explained, and then everyone relaxed and continued chatting and joking.
"Isn't it? My subordinates just kill their comrades, and they don't care?"
Downton stood on the bridge and witnessed everything. He was stunned. Even if he didn't take action, he still had to show a bit of sadness, right?
"You think too highly of them. These natives are organized into their own small tribes, and they fight with each other a lot. When there is a shortage of food in winter, those powerful tribes will plunder the small tribes. In addition to robbing food,
They would also take the corpse back and eat it.”
Charlotte sighed. How easy is it for the indigenous people to establish civilization? It will take thousands of years to evolve.
"Remember your status. It is the Master of Downton who has given you the opportunity to make a fortune. Don't push yourself too far. Be respectful."
"As long as you dedicate your loyalty to the master, you will get more wealth and glory than here!"
The goblin treasurers counted the trophies handed over by the natives and at the same time promoted the benefits of following Downton. With their vision and sensitivity to money, even if the natives hid gold coins in their butts, they would not be able to escape. Anyone who was discovered would be executed.
If you want to rule a race, you need both carrots and sticks. Only by shedding enough blood can you learn to be reverent and never dare to offend the majesty of the superior.
Even if the great shamans are called 'wise men', their knowledge is inevitably limited due to their living environment. Even the blood hammers do not think it is inappropriate to kill people.
In their opinion, following Downton, they have already plundered wealth that they will never be able to obtain in a lifetime, and wanting to be greedy for more is a kind of original sin, and they deserve to be killed.
"Forget it, they don't care, why should I care?"
Downton noticed that the savages all had expressions of contempt, and did not appear envious of the wealth and lack of wealth of the natives as expected.
"That's because the barbarians regard themselves as your direct descendants and feel that you are trusting them by arranging combat missions for them."
Homer explained, "The rewards in the future must be given more, so that they will be more loyal."
"clear!"
Downton is not stupid, and the barbarians must be cultivated. Besides, he has the inheritance of the Barbarian King's Holy Coffin, and he is naturally close to the barbarians.
"With competition, there is motivation. If the natives are content with what they have and wait to die, you will be in misery."
Ignoring Homer's teasing, Downton took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He found that it was already the assembly time and immediately asked Quasimodo to stop boarding the ship and prepare to take off.
"Duke, there are still some troops who haven't arrived yet!"
Bloodmaul asked Quasimodo to wait a little longer, but he didn't listen and had to run to Downton himself.
"Do you know that we are now in an enemy city, surrounded by enemies? The enemy will soon mobilize all the young men in the city to attack us, but that number is hundreds of thousands. What will you do then?"
Downton stared at Bloodmaul, "If you can't control your greed, you have to suffer the consequences."
There are no words to describe Bloodmaul.
"Send the order, let's go!"
Downton jumped off the battleship, and he still wanted to lead the cavalry away from the city gate.
Ten steam airships were in the lead, arranged in a neat formation, and flew away first, followed by the Ancient Spear.
"Bombardier prepares, target city gate, ten goblin bombs!"
Abagong ordered.
"General, do you want to attack?"
The subordinates held their swords tightly and looked nervously at the end of the long street. The enemy's figure appeared, but before they could wait for the general's order, they heard several sharp sounds.
The soldiers looked up and saw several black spots rapidly expanding in their field of vision. They were still wondering what they were. They hit the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huge flames rose up one after another, and the shock wave was mixed with masonry fragments. They smashed over head and face, causing a large area of soldiers in the front array to fall instantly. There were constant screams.
The black-handed heavy cavalry charged, followed by the barbarians. The general's last vestige of fighting spirit was frozen in the momentum of his inability to move forward.
"withdraw!"
The general compromised, and as he watched, the soldiers watched the regiment that had plundered the main city in the north leave.
"What else are you looking at? Go suppress the riots in the city and annihilate the fish that slip through the net!"
The general gave the order with anger on his face. Looking at Downton's leaving figure, he felt that even if the Northern Territory survived this time, it wouldn't be able to last long. Sooner or later, the whole of Frankfurt would belong to this young man.
"Master, are you going to the Eastern Region? With the momentum of victory, we should be able to capture them!"
Standing at the intersection of the avenue, Jackson complimented.
"No, return to the West!"
As several magic flares were fired into the sky, the entire army returned fully loaded.
Southern Duke's Mansion, Mike's study.
"Everyone, look at it. This native Duke is not simple. He actually killed that old guy Busque and his family!"
Although Mike's expression was kind, the nobles could hear the anger in his words. Think about it. If Downton had chosen the southern border, with his ability to attack, even if Mike had not died, the entire family would have been greatly reduced.
"Why don't you say anything? You are a 20-year-old Scepter, and you want to start a war with others. You don't even know the details. What does the intelligence system do?"
Mike felt scared when he thought about it. He also felt jealous. He only stepped into the Scepter last year, so he knew how difficult it was to get in.
"Whether he is a scepter or a marshal, he is dead." A nobleman shrugged, "Killing Dupont, Schurrle, and Tiger Woods, how can he survive the revenge of the wealthy family?"
After this period of time, the news of what happened underground was finally transmitted back to the surface, so when I learned that Downton was a scepter, although I was shocked by his talent, I was not afraid anymore.
"Is there a hole in this kid's head? He actually killed these people? He really doesn't know how to live or die."
"Yes, forget about Dupont and Woods. The Hohenzollern family is quite powerful in the north. You can kill him with just a word."
"So let's just seize the territory safely. The Duke of the North is dead, which is a great opportunity for us."
The nobles were talking, feeling like they were getting a big advantage.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Bang, Mike punched the table. Looking at these guys, his face was livid with anger, "Yes, Downton has offended the wealthy family and is dead. But before he dies, he wants to drag me to be buried with him?"
"
The nobles were silent, but Mike did not let them go.
"Do you also want to watch him kill my entire family, and then you just support the collateral heirs? And then control the southern territory?"
Mike's words were very heartbreaking, so no one dared to answer.
"Several steam airships carrying goblin bombs, ancient warships that can carry 10,000 elite soldiers, and dark rangers that come and go like the wind. Tell me, if he raids the southern border, what will you do to stop his troops?"
Mike couldn't calm down. His army was all in the west, and there was only one Guards Division in the city. If it was to defend the city, it wouldn't matter if the number of troops were several times smaller. However, under the attack of goblin bombs, the tall city walls were ineffective. In the end,
It can only be a street fight.
"Look at what Downton's soldiers are. Dwarves, barbarians, orcs, natives, even the worst bugbears. Their individual combat effectiveness is stronger than that of humans. Tell me, how can you resist them?"
Mike guessed with his knees. He also knew that Downton, who had reaped the benefits, would adopt this beheading tactic. What would it mean if he lost the Western Territory? He went around Busque and grabbed a lot of money. He had gained a lot of land in the Western Territory.
But it will take several years to produce benefits.
"Damn it, I want to go to the main city and rob!"
Mike cursed, there are no stupid people in this world. After the news of the fall of the North came back, they knew that Downton was going to fight guerrilla warfare.
"Then withdraw a group of soldiers?"
Someone suggested.
"Are you stupid? In this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if we don't seize more land, Lady Luck will despise us!"