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Above the airship, Ren saw Sicarius talking happily.

He did not listen with the sound of 10000 things, but he could see the constant changes of patriarch Marius’ expression, severe, solemn, surprised, doubtful, etc., asking Sicarius some questions from time to time, impossible to The bear looked up towards the airship, his eyes were very complicated.

"The original body... Mordu... Wezeland... Glamorgan Earl, Boss... Rambo's Spear... Fire Dragon..." Some words came out of Sicarius' mouth.

Next to Marius, the other Macurags let out a cry of exclamation.

But Marius frowned.

Ren saw that his soul color was changing rapidly, like a big dye vat. There was excitement and shock, but more hesitation and worry. Obviously, he considered more than the average Makurag.

After Sicarius finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

Patriarch’s reaction made Sicarius realize that something was wrong. The three extreme fighters who landed on the dragon looked at each other. They had been in the empire for many years, and they knew more than the people who stayed on the plateau. They vaguely guessed something about Marius. idea.

"patriarch ?"

Sicarius cautiously asked, "Can the airship land? The boss and brothers are on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome home." Marius glanced at the airship, said with a smile: "I also want to know your boss, what kind of heroic character is that can make you respect him so much."

"Boss him..."

Sicarius still wanted to say something for Ren, but Tyrion touched him from behind and quickly changed his words: "I'll tell the airship to come down."

As he said, he jumped onto Lie Soaring Fire Dragon and got up.

After a while, the airship slowly landed on the platform on the top of the huge rock in the city under the gaze of the Makurag people throughout the city.

The door of the cargo hold opened, and each and everyone the extreme warriors wearing enchanted armor came out.

They were divided into two rows. The two extreme fighters at the head held a battle flag that was more than 2 meters high. On the black metal flagpole, a blood dyed red square flag was flying. In the middle, there was a golden emblem with a crescent moon and a war hammer. , The edge of the flag is surrounded by a golden wheat ear pattern, the overall pattern is simple and clear, and it is unforgettable at a glance.

boom! boom! boom……

The heavy footsteps are uniform, like a thunderous battle drum, beating in the hearts of every onlooker of Makulag.

Even if there are fewer than 30 people, and they know they are their own people, this extremely powerful imposing manner still shocks the Makurag people who have never left the plateau. The dangerous breath assaults the senses, making them feel awe-inspiring. .

With a bang, two rows of extreme fighters stood face to face, like a tall steel barrier.

Later, people saw a young human appear.

He wears close-fitting silver light armor, is sturdy and long, looks extremely handsome, with a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hung around his waist, and a blood-red cloak behind him.

According to the standards of the Makurag people, this youngster is thin and weak, even inferior to minors in the clan. However, no one dares to look down upon it in such a majestic battle.

Ren walked in the middle of the 2 rows of extreme fighters, a breeze blew, cloak flying upwards hunting.

Marius eyelids twitched, as a Legendary, his perception is many times sharper than that of the tribe. He just looked up 2 eyes and noticed the powerful pressure on the human body, which seemed to be hidden by the cloak and couldn’t really understand it. See the bottom line.

He greeted him and said loudly: "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to visit Astarte."

While speaking, Barbarians patriarch stretched out his hand.

"Your Excellency Marius." Ren also extended his right hand, holding two hands nearly three times the size of each other, making a bang.

However, the two of them didn't mean to compete, they separated after a little trial.

"Sir Lord is really young and promising!" Marius said, half flattering and half sighing, "I just heard what Sicarius said, I thought Sir Lord was at least 4 50 years old, didn't Expect being so young makes me feel that I am old."

"Please call me Ren." Ren smiled and replied: "I also heard about the reputation of patriarch from Sicarius, and I finally saw it today. The strength of patriarch is ashamed of being inferior."

"Really?" Marius indifferent expression.

The two people said a few polite words to each other, and the scene looked very kind.

Ren was secretly sighed in his heart. The patriarch of Makurag didn't particularly welcome his arrival, and even has several points of vigilance.

In fact, it is understandable in empathy.

His goal in Astarte was to recruit more extreme fighters, but the entire Makurag tribe has only more than 3000 people in total, half of them are males, and the remaining half of the females have battle strength no less than men, but they have no original body. Symbiosis innate talent.

After subtracting the children who have not yet grown up, there are actually only about 1000 Makurags who can become extreme fighters.

If they were recruited away, even if only half of them were taken away, the overall strength of the Makurag tribe would be severely damaged and would lose its foothold on the plateau.

As a patriarch, Marius certainly didn't want to see this happen.

Ren thought to himself that he was not at all planning to recruit so many extreme fighters, and he himself could not bear the interference of so many symbiotics, and he also prepared compensation conditions for the tribe.

When you first arrive, it’s not the time to discuss the conditions, you can talk about it slowly later.

Ren waved his hand and turned back: "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, Boss."

The extreme fighters responded in unison, returned to the cargo hold of the airship, and moved down each and everyone's heavy wooden boxes. Within a few minutes, they piled up on the platform as high as a hill, at least a few 100 boxes.

Ren said, "patriarch, I heard that Makulag has been under threats and is in urgent need of supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some daily clothes and seasonings. It is not worth much. My gift to the tribe, thank Sicarius for their service for me, and relieve them of worries."

Several extreme fighters opened a batch of boxes in public.

The box was filled with excellent armors tailored for the Makurag people, 500 sets in total, matching two-handed giant swords, and 3000 javelins made of black steel.

There are also 2 large boxes of healing potions, detoxifying potions, etc.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the onlookers of Makurag were bright, Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a few breaths, and finally said: "I, for all Makurag, thank Sir Lord for the gift."

In fact, he wanted to refuse, but this batch of materials was too much, and it was urgently needed by the tribe.

Ren said that it was not worth any money, Marius knew very well that it was worth at least 50000 gold shields and had no personal status in the empire, and money could not be bought.

Moreover, the freight is not included, and the 1000 li is sent to the Seine Plateau, which shows Ren's heart.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged for Ren to hold a welcome banquet.

Ren sighed in relief, taking short manpower, Marius accepted this batch of supplies is a good start.

He said to the extreme fighters: "You are all home, disband on the spot."

Until then, the extreme fighters took off their helmets and recognized the people with their faces exposed, and they called out their names with a cry of surprise.

"Gron!"

"Kivat...Gilliman is here, you have changed so much, I didn't recognize it..."

"It turned out to be you brat, Barredy, it really scared me."

"Hahaha, didn't expect?" The extreme fighters were very excited. They hugged each and everyone with their relatives and friends, showing off their strength, and while going to their homes, they shared their own empire experience.

In their words, they can't do without the Boss, which is Ren.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook the head invisible, eyes full of helplessness.

These tribesmen who have returned from the empire have completely fallen to their original form, and they are also the best propagandists among the tribes.

Marius let out a sigh, knowing that it would be difficult for Ren to stop the recruitment of the tribe.

There is so much Ren can give!

The first is power. Sicarius, Tyrion, and Otto are the best role models. Their three people have all been promoted to Legendary. You must know that there are several tribes who have not been out of Legendary in decades, and other people who follow Ren. They all became high-ranking fighters, it was a miracle.

The second is equipment. Whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo's gun that Sikaius said, they are all weapons and equipment of the tribe's yearn for something even in dreams. Especially the Rambo's Gun, although I haven't seen its formidable power personally, I can feel its power from Sikaius' description.

Finally, there is glory. Ren is a hero who is famous for the empire. Extreme fighters follow him in the battle. In the future, he will become the super Legion of the famous world, leaving a glorious page in history.

There are also flying dragon mounts, generous salaries, a generous life in Modu, and so on. Almost no tribe can resist this temptation.

Marius felt very weak.

He looked towards Ren, this young human lord, mysterious, powerful, and with an amazing background, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist, with countless secrets hidden in the depths.

"Sir Lord is really a good method." Marius said in a mixed mood.

"Your Excellency patriarch." Ren stroking his chest, his face was sincere, "I swear in the name of Goddess that I have absolutely no malice against the Makurag tribe. Tribal matters are mine; the enemy of the tribe is me. The enemy. Ren *Augustus will always be an ally of the Makurag!"

Marius was hearing this, his face lightened slightly.

However, he did not agree on the spot. After thinking for a long time, he said: "I hope Sir Lord can do what he says, but the alliance is not a trivial matter, nor can I decide. Please Sir Lord rest in the clan and wait for news."

Ren was suddenly surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Makurag people is very simple. The powerhouse is respected. Almost patriarch Marius alone has the final say. How can he not make a decision?