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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 208, Conspiracy (2)

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    The situation was successfully brought under control, and the rebels were taken to the execution ground and sentenced to hanging or other punishments without even a basic interrogation.  Roland was very sorry because he knew that the soldiers were innocent and they were just following orders.  Nowadays, so many strong and outstanding young people are easily sent to the execution ground, which undoubtedly adds many more widows and orphans to the Atak Empire.  He began to inquire about the situation of the deceased and planned to do his best to comfort the relatives of the deceased.

    This incident was given the reason of "hatred". The plotter somewhere and in a certain incident developed resentment towards the second prince Larov, which led to his insistent behavior today.  Anyone with a higher IQ than a sheep knows that the eldest prince planned everything.  But who dares to say it?  They could only see the resolute character of the eldest prince. Before the city inspector intervened, he had already prepared all the work and wiped the matter clean.  No one dared to come out and say something that everyone knew, not to mention that even if he said it, the only result would be that Hadawa found another person to give the scapegoat enough kindness to let him die for him.

    This is a very common method, so Larov can only swallow his anger for the time being.  Of course, this incident did not have no impact on the eldest prince at all. It gave the public the impression that Hadawa was cruel and tyrannical, and that Ralof was protected by God and was not injured even though he was attacked very suddenly.  .

    ¡°And the demons didn¡¯t take advantage of this little chaos to launch an attack, which is something to be happy about.

    Five people on Larov¡¯s side died, including four hired shooters and one veteran. They were all posthumously awarded the Fourth Class Military Medal, and they were buried in the sergeant¡¯s cemetery in Hubu City wearing their badges.  A small white cross stands on the grave, with the name of the deceased, a brief life and a solemn epitaph written on it. The weapons of the deceased are inserted beside him, a medal is hung around his neck, he is wearing armor, and there are many flowers planted next to it.  Flowers and green grass, quiet and solemn.

    Larov needs to see the further scene, otherwise he will not live long, so his first priority is definitely not to break up with Hadava.  He was now giving a speech in the square while others gathered in the tavern.  Here, they have two tasks. The first is to eat and drink enough to build up their energy. The second is to recruit some reliable mercenaries to protect Larov.

    For a royal noble without military power, mercenaries and private armies are their only means of protecting themselves.  When Prince Atak was not yet an adult, they did not have gold coins to feed a large army.  However, the gems of the Spider Kingdom were sold at huge prices in Hubu City, which was enough for them to have enough food and clothing.  With several bags of gems as backup, they can safely recruit mercenaries to complete the next mission.  Generally speaking, mercenaries and mercenaries exist in teams. As long as you find a strong mercenary in a tavern, you can involve dozens of his partners.

    Bert asked for a lot of wine. He felt that wine could quickly open the hearts of the rough mercenaries.  He picked up a bottle of high-end tequila and drank a little for himself. Within a minute of the pungent and slightly bitter liquid entering his stomach, he immediately felt intoxicated, dizzy, and blood boiling.  He slammed the bottle onto the next table.

    "We need reliable mercenaries, do you know where they are?" Bert yelled loudly, grinning in his mind. The injuries he suffered in the ambush had not fully healed yet, but now that he exerted force, it suddenly reminded him of it.  The painful feeling of being submerged in water while wielding a sword.  Under the influence of pain, Bert shouted extra loudly.

    "My twenty infantry companions and I are looking for a reliable employer." A young soldier sitting at the table took the wine bottle from Bert's hand, used a common opening remark, and then drank the wine, meaning that he  Tempted.

    Bert is familiar with the subtext: ¡°Tell me about you.¡±

    "The mountain people from the Morphea Mountains know how to use javelins and short spears to kill enemies quickly." The young warrior said loudly, raising the javelin in his hand, "Whether it is a rabbit or a wild boar, or someone who has offended our employer  We will crush them all." He looked at the drinkers around him provocatively, showing off his own strength to prevent the gold coins in his hand from flying away.

    Bert was a little moved. The Morphia Mountains and the Morphia City it protects have always been known for their arrogance, bravery and strength.  The Morphians are either shrewd hunters or excellent fishermen.  In the history of the Thorandor dynasty, there have been three rebellions in the Morphea region, and each time they dealt a heavy blow to the dynasty.  Although the empire continues to strengthen the management of Morphia City, the unwillingness of the Morphia people to be governed has never made things easier for the empire.

    According to the survey, every city lord of Morphea City has basically encountered assassinations and attacks, and less than one-fifth of them can escape the attacks and resign safely.  The terrain of Morphia City is dangerous, and it has cultivated countless dangerous mountain people and fishermen.

    "Very good." UncleNodding, he threw ten gold coins to the young man, "This is today's meeting gift, and there will be more in the future."

    The young warrior took the gold coin, weighed it, and smiled with satisfaction.  It's rare for him to be so generous when meeting for the first time.  So he nodded: "Please wait a moment, let us sort out the equipment, and we will join your team soon."

    "We will smash the enemy into pieces. Don't worry. My thirty brothers and I are all extremely powerful warriors." A burly barbarian walked out of the crowd.  Barbarians live on the continent of Europa and are divided into many tribes.  They live in that desolate continent, their education level is not high, but they also have their own unique skills.  They do not need to learn knowledge, and wisdom is monopolized by the Druid class.  They don't need to learn architecture, because a village will appear when the Druid of Change raises his hand.  They just need to learn to fight and work, get more land, grow more food, and feed more druids.

    This situation has changed in recent decades. Senior druids with long experience are increasingly yearning for the rich continent of Windekenf and leaving the continent of Europa.  The new druids who stayed were far less thirsty for power than the old druids. They had a fairly harmonious relationship with the ordinary barbarians in the tribe, and they did not yell at the barbarians like before.

    "Which tribe are you from?" Li'er came out. Although he was not from the continent of Europa, he was still a druid. The relationship between barbarians and him was not bad.  In fact, most barbarians have a sense of reverence for druids.

    Originally, the nature goddess Munamur lived on the continent of Europa. After she created the forests, flowing water and various animals in the world, she returned to Europa where she felt very comfortable.  She told people on this continent how to communicate with nature, including transforming into beasts, summoning animals, using natural magic, and listening to the world.  When the first brave Druid crossed the strait and came to the continent of Windekenf, which was still in the divided era at that time, Munamul's light also shone on the world of Windekenf.

    Thousands of years ago, known as the "Dark Ages" by later generations, druids, as representatives of the goddess of nature, brought warmth to this war-torn continent and used druid magic to tell people how to survive in the war.  Gain knowledge and inner peace from the conversation with the tree.  Before the arrival of the druids, trees were just raw materials for war machinery, birds were the lord's exclusive dinner, the wind should not be enjoyed by humble farmers, and animals and magical beasts were full of dangers.

    "The Germanic tribe." The barbarian raised the battle ax in his hand, "My name is Vannius." The Germanic tribe is one of the many tribes of barbarians. They love the sound of the ax chopping the enemy's skull, and are far crazier than other tribes.  They are unreliable and undisciplined troops, but they will charge forward crazily for glory.  No matter whether they are facing a dragon or a phalanx of spears, they have to try to see if their own body and arms can defeat the enemy.

    Leer looked up and down at the strong and rugged Vanius. He was about thirty years old, which was the right age for fighting.  The Germans are often equipped with long-handled battle axes and fight naked. They can carry out rapid raids and can just cope with the small group combat situation that Ralov's side is currently facing.

    "Let's compete." Bert likes to fight against men who are as strong as himself. "Let's see if you have what it takes."

    "Mercenaries don't pay for nothing." Vanius took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body and the red bear-shaped tattoo on his chest.  He was obviously an extremely powerful man, just like Bert.

    Bert threw a heavy bag of gold coins on the table: "We need safety in Tiger Step City, so we won't hire ordinary people." He habitually wanted to take a look at the badge on Vanius's chest, but he forgot, only  Only people on the Windekenf continent will wear badges that measure their strength.  This magical gadget was created a long time ago.

    "I am the Qing Hui Qiang." Bert pointed to the cyan badge on his chest, and then put down the bloody giant sword.

    "I am the one who is about to become a Germanic Berserker." Vanius said arrogantly, "Don't worry, sir, I know how your Lady Windeken determines strength. I am probably also a Green Hui Warrior in your Windekenf.  Level, I think, within a few years, I will become an official Berserker - reaching the level of your blue badge warriors."

    Bert took a deep breath. It was time to experience the thrill of close combat. He lunged forward and punched Vanius in the lower abdomen.  The Germanic man seemed to feel no pain. He received Burt's heavy punch in a muffled voice, then grabbed Burt's arm and twisted it around.  Only then did Bert realize that the opponent was even stronger than himself, so he put aside his contempt, went all out, and immediately pulled back his arm.  He slammed his knee into Vanius' chest, and Vanius took the opportunity to hug Burt's leg and slam it back hard.  Neither did Bert.Reluctant to show weakness, he immediately kicked Vanius in the calf, forcing the German to fall.  The Germans immediately grabbed the Atak's neck and started wrestling with him.

    And all this was seen by a soldier wearing ordinary clothes in the corner of the tavern.  He smiled slightly, walked out of the tavern, and immediately ran towards the largest building in Hubu City - Krislin Manor.
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