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Agree so readily?

Ren was overjoyed, but before he could thank him, Marius went on to say, "However, I have two premises that I must make clear to Sir Lord."

really……

Ren thought it was not so easy, and nodded: "Please say, patriarch."

Marius still smelled of alcohol, as the guard Dulan said, he was in the temple all night, obviously after careful consideration.

"The conditions in Astarte are tough, but here is our hometown where the Makurag people have persisted for 1000 years. No matter how many enemy invasions we have suffered, we have not been lost. If Sir Lord recruited the most elite fighters of the clan To weaken the defensive power..."

Mariuston took a look, looked up at Divine Idol, and continued: "I don't want to see the day when Astarte is lost. I am afraid that Sir Lord cannot afford the consequences."

He didn't say clearly what the consequences were, but Ren knew it very well.

This temple hides the loyal god Giliman, Astarte equivalent to his last Divine Kingdom. If it falls into the hands of the enemy, Giliman may no longer have a chance to rise.

Ren suddenly felt that he had one's hair stand on end.

After the deity's fall, it is almost impossible to respond to believers. Even the most devout fanatics, the fire of faith is extremely dim.

For example, Zoltan, the dwarf forging god he believes in is completely silent, and the fire of faith has caused a trace of small signs to be extinguished at any time.

The belief of the Makurag people is not much better.

However, in the eyes of the soul, Marius's fire of faith was quite blazing, much brighter than other Makurag people, and more conspicuous than yesterday.

Gilman can communicate directly with believers!

Marius spent the whole night in the temple, possibly negotiating with him.

Ren felt a panic. He was in front of one's eyes of a god. Even a badly wounded god could not move and pretended to be Divine Idol. If he annoyed him, he would have to climb up from the throne if he fought for his life. Get up and give yourself a blow...

He quickly said loudly: "I told patriarch yesterday that the matters of Makurag are mine; the enemies of Makurag are my enemies."

"I repeat it again today!"

"I, Ren *Augustus, will never let Astarte fall. Any enemy who dares to invade Astarte, unless they step on my corpse, otherwise, no matter who it is, I must make them pay."

Ren looked solemnly vowed, not only for Marius, but more importantly for Gilman.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Divine Idol, vaguely feeling that the pressure on him was weakened.

Ren continued to work hard and said his plan, "Your Excellency patriarch, I am going to build a training base for the Augustus family on the plateau. There is a remote Transmission Array in the base to reach my castle. If patriarch allows, I can choose the base. The location is closer to Astart, so that the extreme fighters can go home at any time to help Astart in the battle."

"Training base... Sir Lord's ambition is not small." Marius eyebrow raised, said meaningfully.

"I can't talk about ambitions, but the Augustus family needs strength to defend their territory." Ren explained casually.

Marius laughed, thinking on his face.

Ren didn't bother him, thinking that he might be secretly communicating with Gilman.

After a while, Marius said: "Okay!"

He looked at Ren, "Astarte is willing to form an alliance with Glamorgan. Sir Lord can recruit extreme fighters in Astarte. However, the Makurag people can only serve Sir Lord in their own name. And, Sir Lord A guarantee must be made and the extreme fighters will not be allowed to change their beliefs."

Ren nodded immediately agreed that he never interfered with the beliefs of others.

Marius added: “As an ally, Glamorgan has the obligation to participate in the battle in time when Astarte is attacked to protect the safety of Astarte.”

"It should be." Ren had this plan.

When the number of extreme fighters recruited is enough, find an opportunity to clean up the enemies near Astart, which can not only relieve the worries, but also harvest the soul to enhance the strength of the extreme fighters, which can be described as one move, two gains.

"The number of Marvellagers is limited, and Sir Lord can't recruit too many people in a short time." Marius said this, very curious in his eyes.

He is a Legendary warrior, who can only endure the voices of 5 symbiotics.

However, I heard Sikaius said that before Ren was promoted to Legendary, there were already 31 symbiotics. I really don't know how to do it?

Ren smiled and replied: "Don't worry, patriarch, I am currently only planning to recruit 29 extreme fighters, and gather 60 people to form 5 combat teams."

This is the upper limit he anticipated to withstand the interference of the heart, no more.

Despite this, Marius was still shocked: "60 Symbiosis!"

He pondered for a few breaths. For the entire tribe, this number can still be extracted, and it won't hurt the bones. Moreover, according to Ren's plan, it is easy for the extreme fighters to come back.

"Association agreement, we will discuss the signing later, swear and witness in the name of God." Marius said, "This is the first premise."

Ren put on a gesture of listening.

"The second requirement..." Marius narrowed his eyes and looked at Ren again. "Makulags do not serve the weak. Even though Sir Lord has already subdued many people, this rule cannot be broken. I represent Tribesmen, challenge Sir Lord to'Makgora'."

"Macgora!"

Ren's face was stunned. Of course he knew what tradition Maqgola was.

Both sides of the duel cannot use spells, sneak attacks, or over-powerful weapons and equipment, and only fight with the purest skills until one side falls down or concedes defeat.

He originally thought that Marius would ask him to support Astarte with a batch of supplies every year, but he didn't expect it was Macgora.

Ren hesitated.

He was not afraid of Marius, but felt that it was meaningless and made no effort.

Marius won, and he can still recruit extreme fighters. With such good conditions, few Macurags can refuse, and it does not affect the reputation of the extreme fighters.

If he wins, Marius' patriarch prestige will be compromised.

Ren looked towards Marius and asked: "Your Excellency, is this really necessary?"

"Have."

Marius faintly replied: "For Sir Lord, it may be dispensable, but it is very important to me. You can only be qualified to take away from Astart if you defeat me or tie me. My people, otherwise I can’t tell my lord with just a paper agreement."

The expression of Legendary Barbarians is very firm.

The color in his soul is also bright white, which shows that his mind has been decided without the slightest wave of wavering.

Ren probably understands that this is the glory of a Legendary and the dignity of a soldier. Gilliman once had a glorious priesthood, Marius still follows it, and may still be looking forward to one day in the future to regain the glorious position.

After he figured it out, he replied, "I accept your Macgora challenge."

Marius was applauded.

If Ren refuses to challenge because of fear, then the agreement previously discussed no longer exists, and he will do his best to prevent Ren's recruitment.

"When?" Ren asked without procrastination, "I think the sooner the better."

He wanted to do it quickly and settle things down.

On the contrary, Marius was a little stunned and gladly nodded: "Then as you wish, I will send someone to arrange it today."

Generally, Macgora just picks a place to start the fight.

However, this time is different. The leaders of the two forces will conduct Makgora, which will affect future cooperation. It should not be too sloppy and has a formal traditional process.

Half an hour later, the news that Ren and Marius were going to make Makgora spread all over Astarte, causing a huge sensation.

The location of the duel was chosen in the open space outside Astarte.

The patriarch guards used the blood of wild beast to draw a large circle with a diameter of 2 100 steps on the ground. Falling outside the circle is considered defeated.

The 20-faced animal-skin drum was placed outside the circle, and it was played by each and everyone strong Barbarians.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

At noon, the drums of war shook the sky, and the passionate rhythm resounded through the sky.

All the Makulag people walked out of their homes. They climbed up the city wall, the sentry tower, or the roof of their own house, and stood on high ground, looking down at the duel site outside Astarte.

The sound of drums made the atmosphere extremely solemn.

People can't help whispering, looking forward to this time Macgora.

Overwhelming majority Makulag people think that patriarch can win.

Marius is a rare and powerful warrior in the history of the tribe. He will be promoted to the middle rank of Legendary just after 60 years old. The lifespan of the Makurag is 150 years old, and the patriarch is still very young, and he will definitely become a Legendary high-ranking fighter in the future.

In their eyes, patriarch is a symbol of invincibility.

In addition to personal strength, Marius is better at commanding combat.

In recent years, the enemy's attacks on Astarte have been fierce, and the number of enemies has increased. Under Marius's leadership, despite the difficulties, he has repelled the enemy every time at the least cost.

Looking at the past patriarchs, there is no better than Marius. Many Makurag people believe that Marius will revive the tribe.

Even some extreme fighters are not optimistic about Ren.

They know that Ren is very strong, more powerful than the average Legendary, but cannot use spell in Mak'gora, and Boss should not be the opponent of patriarch.

Only the ten extreme fighters who followed Ren to participate in the Wezeland battle have enough confidence in Ren.

When the sun reached the highest point, Marius walked out of his residence on the 4th floor.

His face is firm, his short black hair stands up like needles, his waist is wrapped in a leather skirt, his feet are bare, his upper body is exposed, the power contained in his huge and strong muscles seems to burst, his arms are as thick as ordinary thighs, the whole A person is as strong and majestic as a wall.

Marius held a two-handed giant sword, rushed a few steps to speed up the run, and rose into the air with a bang.

boom!

With the sound of war drums, Marius jumped directly into the sky from Astarte's 4th floor, then landed heavily, smashing a big hole outside the duel circle.

"Marius!"

"Marius!"

"Marius..."

Barbarians cheered and shouted excitedly, cheering for their patriarch, combined with the violent drums, creating an exciting momentum.

Then, in the focal point of ten thousands, an arbitrary door opened in the open space outside the city.

Ren walked out of any door and appeared in the sight of the Makurag.

This way of playing is undoubtedly far inferior to Marius. At least it is not so popular, and it does not meet the expectations of the Marilags. It immediately caused a boo and some people even cheered.

Marius glanced at Ren and found that he hadn't made any preparations, as he did in the temple before.

He was about to remind Mack'Gora of the rules, but Ren himself began to take off his equipment.