Chapter 12 Master Tartu [3]

"Poltama, there used to be many tribes here that were very famous. I don't know how much is left now. Saab. Nice opened one eye, looked at the former river valley here slightly, sighed in a low voice, shook his head, and did not continue his topic. The mages beside him followed his eyes. It seemed that it had just been opened, and many strong taeno-headed women were farming on the land. Many human farmers are there to teach these clumsy guys how to use those slightly delicate farm tools, and there are some tauren-headed people and humans arguing there.

From time to time, the sound seems a little noisy, but more people on both sides laugh there.

This is the swamp in the north of Lake Worz, very close to the southern city of Verjandi in Estonia. Of course, because all the crazy behavior of the Tamsal Army makes Estonian officials feel at a loss. Therefore, the original governor of Veryandi has fled and is said to have taken refuge in neighboring Latvia. In fact, in the past two months, not a feather of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment has penetrated into this area, but in accordance with the principle of taking advantage of the son of a bitch, Boss Ma's order has naturally evolved into controlling Veryangdi.

From Bolchama to Verjandi is only a day's slow distance. On these dozens of kilometers, there is fertile land along the way. However, because the Tauren did not obey the discipline of the Estonian Kingdom at the beginning, neither the kingdom itself nor the Tauren tribe have control over this fertile land. After decades of stalemate, the deadlock was finally broken by the shameless animal.

"Here, look, and here. We need to grow more wheat. Don't expect such good luck next winter. The people of Tamsalu are not good people. We have to work harder!"

The person who speaks so loudly is a man from the north. There is not much spring atmosphere in early spring, but it is getting colder and colder. It's just that when farming, the men who pulled the iron plows were very hard. Some of them are soldiers of the former kingdom of Yogwa. After their little salary was deducted by their superiors, they were then defeated by Tiger. All the peacekeeping troops led by House disarmed.

Naturally, the soldiers had nowhere to go after the surrender, and even the last little pension was written off by His Majesty King Raft III.

Up to now, only the Tamsalu people have given them some rations to survive the cold winter, but no one will feed them for a lifetime. Everyone has to work to survive.

There are more than 20,000 mu of unopened land here, which is only a part of the northern part of Lake Worz.

Because Lake Waltz is always covered with mud from time to time, the land on the lakeside is more fertile than in many places. Many years ago, it was a potato field. The sudden appearance of a group of people on the road attracted many farmers to look at it from afar. Many of the Tauren saw the shaman flag at the beginning. The strange symbols explained the status of the group. Many taureans bowed their heads respectfully and then saw the team go north.

"Man, who are they?" Many human beings have never seen a shaman, so they ask the taau-headed men who work together.

The tareans smiled and said, "It should be the mage on Tartu's side. Look at this flag. If you don't see it wrong, it should be Master Saab going out in person. This is really rare to see.

"Master Saab?" Northerners are very puzzled. Yogwa people may not have seen a few mages in their lives, not to mention the kind of great mage who can be a magic minister of a country. As for the Tauren, he knows little about his mage because of the time and space, so this question and answer is a little funny and makes people don't understand the situation.

"I heard that he is very powerful."

The taor-headed people smiled honestly. The simple nature made them not have much energy to explain what Saab's mage was, but it was obvious that the Yogwa people were not a good listener. Their curiosity only maintained two questions, and then they re-entered themselves to work.

Several shamans in the carriage looked at this strange scene and asked each other puzzledly, "Is the relationship between the taurid and human beings in Bolzama so good?"

Saab. Nice didn't say anything, but closed his eyes and pointed out of the window. The mages immediately followed Saab. Looking in the direction of Nice's finger, there were about two squadrons of soldiers stationed there. From their dark armor, it can be seen that these guys are obviously not good birds. If the hard stubble is piled together, it can naturally suppress any foreseeable chaos. What's more, those guys all look like Vikings.

Many people stood rigidly on the sentry post and looked around. After seeing the team from afar, a knight rushed over quickly, but soon a taureate warrior greeted him. After saying a few words and showing the tokens, the vigilant Viking men let go of the group.

Kaya turned his head and looked at several mages in the carriage. Obviously, they didn't like the Vikings who blocked their progress. However, in the end, they still didn't say anything. After passing through several Viking sentries, an uncontrollable shaman mage suddenly shouted, "Come on! Thunder!"

With a roar, more than a dozen lightnings appeared out of thin air, bombarding a small hill into scum in an instant. The smoke and dust floated by, and there was a dead silence! Then many people working there looked up and found that the hill not far away had disappeared without a trace. The tauren women immediately screamed and fled. As if facing a big enemy, the men immediately picked up the rake and hoe. The worst thing was a sickle, as if the old man was about to fight desperately.

But in the end, they found that the mages were still like passing birds, so they finally stayed there and didn't find that their mouths were dry for a long time.

The shaman who released the spell snorted coldly at the Vikings of the two squadrons, and then asked the guards of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment nearby, "Do you have any insulting gestures here?"

The embarrassed taurion twisted for a long time, then raised a middle finger and asked carefully, "Does this count?"

Then the shaman mage seemed to control his spirit and shouted at the group of Vikings, "Look at your mother!"

This tough old guy really makes people dull. His straight middle finger makes Kaya suddenly collapse. He really can't figure it out. What's going on? Although the Vikings opened their eyes angrily, they were crushed to the same place because there was no order, and never took a step away. The Vikings on the sentry post looked at the eyes of the shaman here, which was even worse.

"My God..."

Just now, the two tautans who asked each other and Yogwa looked at each other, and then the tauts said, "Ah, this is the shaman."

"Oh..." The Yogwa people felt that they were really dreaming. He has never seen this ability before. Naturally, he has heard of Tiger. Many of the people under the Lord of House are magicians and black magicians. I heard that the more awesome old mage is a necromancer named Charles. When I entered Tamsalu City to ask for some relief food, I once looked at this gloomy old mage from afar. I thought that those mage were so useless.

Now it seems that those mages are really a horrible existence.

Sony! Sit down."

Saab. Nice didn't point at the flamboyant shaman, but ordered coldly. Kaya, who followed next to him, heard Saab. Nice's voice turned his head and looked at the march of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment Polchama, which could be faintly seen not far away. The flying black tiger battle flag is really exciting. Kaya breathed a long sigh of relief and thought to himself: There was no trouble on the way. It's really God's blessing.

The old mage seemed to notice Kaya's distraction and suddenly said, "Is the people of the chief's blood also so absent-minded? It seems that Tiger. House is really a loose guy.

Kaya opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. After all, it was in vain to say anything when he was about to reach his destination. Instead of talking so much nonsense, it's better to let these old guys feel Tiger for themselves. With House's style, he believes that these old guys will be very honored by the boss.

As for this point of speechless bad taste, Kaya will not say it. Honest people have the interest of honest people, and the silent Kaya is not a dull piece of wood that can't speak. It is natural for him to be able to get along with the captain of a large team.

And in the farthest distance that can be captured, you can faintly see who a group of people are waiting there. The momentum is quite strong. A man who pays attention to the ostenance has thousands of people shouting slogans and blowing and fighting there, making it like a vigorous funeral. There was a burst of embarrassment in Kaya not far away, but felt that the boss always humiliated his subordinates.

But it's hard to protect Tiger. Once House is upset, you will be desperate, so there are a lot of lessons from stupid people, so Kaya has never said anything about Boss Ma's ridiculous things. Some handsome men think that they are direct descendants and some capital, but they are the object of spoof every time.

For example, a handsome man from Sicily, stood in the front of the team without tears at this moment. He was stripped off all over his body, leaving only a pair of big trousers. On the skirt, he drew a lot of strange symbols on his body, and he looked like an old man immediately jumped.

And a bitch explained: This is to get closer to us and our brother tribe...