Chapter 11 Master Tartu [2]

Kaya didn't know what the news was from Boltama, and he was also extremely worried, if Tiger. Boss House was furious and insisted on attacking Tartu, so the loss would become a long-term hidden danger. Because of Saab of Tartu. The appeal of the Nice Shaman is enough to make 30,000 to 50,000 taurolls in the surrounding area of Tartu serve him. Before seeing the absolute advantage of the king's blood, the tauroy is also not as stupid as a donkey. They also know that good birds choose trees to live. Once Norton does not show his due strength, or Tam Salou is not as strong as they think, and it will naturally become a stalemate.

Even if Tiger. House is unbelievable, and it is impossible to complete this kind of task.

"I don't know what the boss's reply will be. Alas, just die. If this is the case, I will retreat, and I won't be in the army! Let's go back and hit the iron!" Kaya said to herself that it was rare for her to hesitate so much, without the slightest decisiveness and composure. In the face of this situation, she did have a lot of worries in her heart.

However, when it came to the central tribe of Tartu, Kaya still showed the calmness of an excellent general.

No matter how serious and fierce the tauren warriors on both sides were, he was not moved. A pair of knives and axes and I was motionless, which immediately impressed the taurens around me. I thought to myself that if I had changed myself, I would have turned pale and my lips trembling.

How can he walk around this heavily armed tent like this man in front of him? It's like walking leisurely and very comfortable.

"Are you Kaya?"

Saab. Nice is an old man, with white eyebrows and more than a foot long. It hangs down from both sides, which is extremely mysterious and magical, making people feel that the old man has an unfathomable posture. A little murderous thought seems to be unable to escape the eyes of this old man. The moment Kaya came in, there was a trace of murder in his heart. He thought that if there was a violent assassination at this time, I'm afraid Saab. Nice doesn't even have the possibility of resistance. However, Kaya did not do this. As a tarew warrior, there was no reason to do so. The old man in front of him is not a deep enemy of hatred, but a mage of the same race who is not on the same road.

"Does the master know me?"

Kaya is neither humble nor arrogant. He just strokes his chest and salutes, then raises his head and straightens his chest, asking proudly.

This makes the left and right taur warriors very dissatisfied. There are about five or six shamans in this big tent, all of whom are old and unspeakable old guys. Although the arms are as thick as those of the Tauren race, they are obviously a little cring compared with the bodies of the soldiers. However, no one thinks that they are weak because they are so rickety and thin.

On the contrary, the strength of these guys is not what many people can imagine.

Most of the time, some of the secret skills of these mages are definitely more lethal than the vast majority of warriors. Even in ancient times, there was a feat of a shaman mage annihilating a heavy infantry brigade. If this historical fact is put today, no one will believe it, but in the eyes of Tauren, it is not impossible.

Saab. Nice threw a piece of red willow into the bonfire in front of him. This is the root of the red willow. The fire is very strong, and the beep sound also makes this cold spring less desolate. The weather outside is not very good. Sometimes the wind blows, which can make people cold and even the bones fall off. The warmth in the tent is indeed a little comfortable and feels endless comfort.

"I also participated in the expulsion of the chieftain ten years ago. Twenty-two other young chiefs, including you, were exiled by my servants to northern Estonia." Saab. Nice said calmly.

As soon as the voice fell, Kaya trembled all over and stared at Saab with sharp eyes. Nice, but this old man is still calm, like the world is disturbing me, but the more he is not concerned about himself, the more he is, the more angry Kaya feels. In the face of such an enemy, it is very dangerous, but sometimes, I have to admit that such an old guy does have the capital to do so.

"Do you feel very angry? Ha ha, if I had been exiled, I would indeed be angry. But, Kaya, if it weren't for me, maybe you would have been thrown into the distant northern Slavs and become a slave there to fight for the nobles in Moscow. Then today, ten years later, you are an insensitive corpse, and no one will pay attention to your feelings and life and death. Saab. Nice seemed to be very calm and looked up with a smile. The old man was not as perverse as he thought. On the contrary, he was like an uncle next door, nagging with Kaya.

After talking for a while, he said, "Then you won't meet the three people of Mustave, ah, ah, that's really three tough men. Patience is as tough as Norton, as strong as Sahili, and as heroic as Tiger. House, you guys are really happy.

The old man paused and stirred twice in the bonfire with a fire stick. The attendant beside him approved him a heavy sheepskin jacket. He walked two steps with a crutch in his hand. He seemed to feel a little tired. He returned to his position and sat down, and continued to say slowly weakly, "Norton, I know this The little guy is very tolerant. It's really worthy of his bloodline to be able to come like this in Mustave for so many years. It's as pure as the blood of the king. If you don't have so much experience, it's really a little unconvinced.

Kaya just lowered his head, as if he was listening. He was really a little puzzled. Although the old man's seniority was very high, he could not see Mustave so low.

He looked up and secretly looked at Saab. Nice, the old man still looked weak. His eyes were half narrowed, and the beard on the corners of his mouth was occasionally smoothed with his hands. He opened one eye from time to time, but he was full of light, which refreshed people and had to be on his guard all the time.

"That guy Sahili... Well, there are fewer and fewer Vikings like him. In total, I also met their leader once seven or eight years ago. In this generation, it is really not as good as a generation, the bloodline of a mad warrior. It's really a pile of useless garbage. If it hadn't been for Sahili, he would have looked at it twice. This Viking should have been thrown aside long ago. Who would look up on this thoughtless race?

Saab. Nice's self-talk was really stressful. Kaya just didn't say anything, and the sweat on her forehead seemed to be a fight.

Seeing that the old mage could say some secrets like a few treasures, Kaya only felt that his scalp was numb, not to mention that he was an old man who had mastered his fate. In this way, the grudge in my heart is even deeper.

"But... that Tiger. House, it's really hard to see through. In two years, you can destroy a country and destroy a country, and you can still do it easily. Even though Sahili and Norton have supreme fighting power, it is this guy who can't be seen through. What kind of energy is there to get this bastard to this point? This is really puzzling. I can't see through it. I can't see through it." Saab. Nice shook his head and said to himself. He rubbed a crystal ball that came out of nowhere. Then he turned his back to Kaya. Suddenly, he turned his head and asked, "What kind of man can't even see through the shaman's crystal ball?"

At this time, Kaya finally felt a burst of fear and swallowed a deep mouthful of water, but still felt that his mouth was dry. The guy in front of him was not inferior to Mike, the magic minister of the Roman Empire. Russell's old guy. From the beginning, Kaya found that he underestimated him intentionally or unintentionally. Why?

Maybe Kaya doesn't understand. As the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black, Tiger. House, an asshole, has always underestimated anyone in the world. Even if it's just. A legend like Cole is in Tiger. In House's eyes, he was just an old man who used to be beautiful, and now is a good time for him to show his skills.

It is precisely because of such a boss that more and more little brothers look at this pair. Although this is not arrogant, it always gives these guys a supreme psychological advantage. Sometimes, this is a good thing, but sometimes, it is similar to a cumbersome personality.

"Well, give me that man's letterhead. I'm afraid you're very hesitant to look at you."

Saab. Nice stretched out his dry palm and joked. It was really a bad taste to make the soldier so formal. Sometimes, old guys also like to enjoy this boring pleasure, even if it's just a quick talk.

Kaya respectfully handed over the letterhead, and she was quite nervous, Tiger. How is House's temper? Even a dog in Tamsalu knows it, let alone Kaya. There is no doubt that there will be no soft words in this letter, and it is unknown whether there are words such as insulting the other party's female immediate family.

But anyway, Kaya is really worried that the boss will suddenly publish and let Saab. Nice can't step down.

The shaman glanced at the letterhead. The reality changed his face and he was slightly angry, but immediately became extremely calm. In the end, the old man actually laughed: "This Nile bastard is so arrogant, but the old man I like this kind of young man very much!"

Saab. Nice snapped his fingers and suddenly rubbed his fingers, and a flame came out of his fingers. With a sound, the letter paper was burned to ashes, the smell of mutton skin spread, and then the ashes fell into the bonfire.

Saab. Nice whispered, "That man wants me, an old man, to go to Bolzama on crutches. What a pity, but the old man, I don't want to be killed by this bastard, so I can only go to Poltama obediently. All right, all right, Kaya, who has become stronger, please bother and lead the way. This Tartu, I can't grow up. Instead of dying in my hands, it's better to let that bastard fool around. Maybe I don't know what earth-shaking things can be done.

"Sal!"

Several shaman mages suddenly exclaimed that the great mage's name was Sal. Naturally, it was from the first generation of orc mages, but it was openly called Saab in this way. Nice is Sal, and it's really a little big. However, it seems that the old man accepted the title calmly. He nodded slightly and walked out of the tent indifferently.

said something to the left and right soldiers, so these soldiers immediately gathered some professional tarew warriors in Tartu, with a total of less than 2,000.

It's just that the equipment of these professional soldiers is really miserable, but one-third of them have iron armor, and many people just stand there with a wooden shield. It can't put any pressure on anyone.

On the contrary, on the edge of Tartu, the members of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps who rushed from Porchama seemed extremely confident and vigorous. Teng's fighting spirit always seems to be unclean, which makes Saab, who was very calm just now. Nice changed color for a while.

He saw that many people are extremely young descendants. If these people are calculated according to common sense, it will take at least three or five years to have such surging momentum, but in this strange army, they have shown the quality of an excellent veteran too early. Saab. At this time, Nice really began to treat Tiger. House is a little afraid. It's not a shame. Tauren is originally a straightforward race. In the face of this quality gap, no matter how to play tricks, he can't do anything else except bring a lot of disadvantages to himself.

"Tiger. Has House been so strong? Well, I really don't know why such a guy appeared in the northern continent. The shaman mage shook his head helplessly and said to several shaman mage behind him, "A fluke will only bring harm to the people of the tribe. I believe that Norton, the royal bloodline, is not a stupid person. In the face of the strong Nile warriors, it is better to make people feel that we are unable to do it more perfect. Go ahead, go to Polchama. We may seek some benefits for Tartu, at least not live a hard life like in the past.

Kaya was obviously stunned. He really didn't expect that his boss would let the backbone of the Shaman go to Boltama like this. If he hadn't seen this courage with his own eyes, he would have thought that guy was crazy, or he would be stupid and bold.

But Tiger. That's what House did, so he was not stupid and bold at this time, but thought Tiger. House is wise and has a lot of courage.

The ignorant naturally don't know the power of the shaman. In fact, Ma Hu really doesn't know what the power of the shaman.

If Saab. Nice knows Tiger. House is so bold because of ignorance. I'm afraid it's not known that he will spewed blood at that time!