Chapter 103 Back to the Tribe

This is a slaughter!

Although these mercenaries from Glei City are not weak, many people have experienced many cruel battles, and their number is more than twice.

But when 20 temple knights launched a charge with riding guns, the array of mercenaries collapsed in an instant.

The riding gun, which was infused with powerful power, ruthlessly penetrated the chests of the mercenaries. This weapon specially designed for riding warfare has a natural advantage over the mercenaries' tomahawk swords. The sharp tip completely ignores the fragile defense of leather armor and has infinite power in the hands of the temple knights!

Poo! Puff!

The sound of riding a gun through the body was drowned in the hissing of the horned horse and the tragic horn of the loser. Blood bloomed under the night, and many mercenaries were picked up and thrown away after piercing, like a discarded puppet falling to the ground without a sound.

Life is so light, like wheat straw harvested by farmers.

In the blink of an eye, the mercenary team was penetrated and divided by the temple knights, and more than a dozen mercenaries were killed on the spot, including two warrior-level strongmen.

Their personal bravery is so vulnerable in front of the temple knights!

The Knights of the Temple continued to rush forward for a distance. Under the leadership of a leading knight, they all turned around and turned to the remnants of the courageous mercenaries again.

"Opa!"

The leader knight raised the blood-stained riding gun high and roared like thunder.

"Opa!"

All the knights shouted the name of the beast god, raised their guns flat and charged again.

Although there are only 20 riders, their cohesion is absolutely no less powerful than that of thousands of troops and horses, crushing their opponents with an irresistible momentum.

For thousands of years, it is these strong and loyal knights who defend the dignity and glory of Bimon. No matter where the enemy is, no matter how many enemies there are, as long as they give an order, they are not afraid of any sacrifice!

Several mercenaries collapsed on the spot and rolled down directly from the horse, and more of them fled in horror!

Such a scene made Leon, who followed behind the temple knights, boil their blood.

He finally saw the power of the most elite knights in Bemon, but it was a pity that there were too few such knights in the orcs, otherwise how could he retreat in the face of the elves.

He really hopes that one day he can lead thousands of such knights to defeat strong enemies across the world, and come to this world to live a life in vain!

"Kill!"

Leon shouted and drove the horned horse to one of the enemies closest to him. The Lei Yan sword ignited a blazing flame in his hand!

The end of the mercenaries is coming!

The battle ended quickly.

None of the mercenaries successfully escaped. The grass was full of corpses. Several horned horses who had lost their owners wandered and let out a low hissing, disappearing in the night wind like a sad elegy.

Twenty uninjured temple knights reorganized the team. For them, the enemy who destroyed twice as much as themselves was not even a warm-up.

"Baron Leon, we are going back to the Tomund Temple. Have a good trip!"

The leader knight nodded slightly to Leon, and his voice was so indifferent that there was no emotion at all.

"Thank you for your help, thank you!"

Leon rode on the horse and saluted the other party. Without the help of this team of temple knights, he would have been very bad luck tonight.

Appeared like the wind and disappeared like the wind, and the temple knights disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

"Let's go, let's go home!"

Leon turned his horse's head and said to the little girl huddled in his arms with a smile. Isn't this little guy scared?

Xiao Mi curiously poked her head out from under his arms. When she saw the bloody bodies on the ground, she immediately shrank back.

Leon laughed, clamped his legs hard on the horse's abdomen, and the horned horse hissed and ran away with his hooves.

He went all the way from Gley to Collinsworth. After midnight, he saw Collinsworth Castle standing at the foot of the mountain.

Although the horses were quite tired at this time, Leon, who was like an arrow, didn't care too much and went around Collinsworth Castle to the camp of the Hammer tribe.

It is most likely to get lost at night, but as a former special soldier, it is not difficult for Leon to judge the direction by the position of the moon and stars in the sky and memorize the terrain to find the right route.

In the early morning, he finally saw the light by the river in the distance - it was a temporary camp of the Hammer tribe!

Seeing his tribe, Leon's tense heart finally relaxed.

The news that he became a baron and was awarded the title of Saler will soon spread to all parts of the Gley area. If the Collinsard has always been in contact with Glay City, then the Viscount Meller will get the news much faster.

In Leon's view, he was intercepted by mercenaries on the way, which was very likely to have nothing to do with Colinworth. The old and crafty Count Astin may also be involved.

Under such circumstances, the sooner the Hammer tribe leaves, the better. Anyway, it's not far from Salling.

"Who is it?"

In the dark, two vigorous figures suddenly rushed out, and the cold light of daggers and arrows loomed.

"It's me, Leon!" Leon held the reins.

"Your Excellency, you are finally back!"

A torch was quickly lit, and the orange firelight lit up two faces full of joy. They were leopard scouts of the Thunder Beast Battalion, who were on patrol and alert.

Leon nodded and smiled, "Yes, you have worked hard. I'm going to see Elder Monstein. You continue to stay and don't relax your vigilance!"

"Yes, my lord!"

As he approached the camp, Leon jumped off the horse with his little mi in his arms.

The little guy couldn't help falling asleep, and his saliva wet the leather armor on his chest.

Except for Aklan, Rock Hammer and Rose, Leon did not disturb the other sleeping clans. The four of them gathered in the tent of Elder Monstein to discuss.

Leon's safe return made everyone very happy.

"Rai, what's the result? What does the other side of Glay City say?

As soon as she sat down, Rose couldn't wait to ask, and her sleepiness had already disappeared on her pretty face.

There is no doubt that this is what everyone is most concerned about at the time, because it is related to the future of the Hammer tribe.

"It must be good news. Just look at the boss's expression!" The mage yawned a lot, patted his mouth and said, "I want to sleep a little longer!"

He immediately got a big white eye.

Leon took out his two supporting documents from his arms with a smile: "It's really good news!"

"It didn't go well, but fortunately with the help of Archbishop Farns, I got a baron's title and was awarded the title of Sal. Our tribe has its own territory!"

A territory! Everyone was shocked, and the rose and the rock hammer fell back, but Elder Monstein and Aklan understood the meaning of this very well, which was absolutely overjoyed.

"Great!" Elder Monstein couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Blessed by the Beast God, our tribe finally has its own home and land!"

For a tribe, the most important thing is the land, which can be hunted, grazed and cultivated. Conflicts and battles between orc tribes in order to fight for territory have often occurred before.

"Don't be happy too early. There is a lot of trouble in this territory!"

Leon poured a basin of cold water on everyone in time. He took out the territorial map and explained it to several people: "The Sal collar is very large, more than twice the area of the Colinworth collar, but it is basically all mountain forests, and there is not much land for reclamation and grazing."

"The problem is not big. The problem is that the north of the territory is the dark place where the black elves are infested, and the west is the area where the demons are infested, and there are territorial disputes."

"It's okay if it's a hunting area, but as a territory, we have the duty to defend the land. Once we are invaded by black elves or demons, we can only stick to it and not retreat without the will of the kingdom!"

"The most troublesome thing is that our eastern exit is the Colinworth collar. If we want to engage in trade in the future, we must pass through the Colinworth collar. I'm afraid that Viscount Meller will not be willing to watch us build and develop our own home, and it will add obstacles to us in the future!"

After listening to Leon's analysis, everyone's happiness immediately eased. Aklan pointed to the map and frowned, "It's a good calculation! And the Viscount Mailer is already looking for trouble for us.

"What's going on?" Leon's heart is awe-in-heart.

It turned out that after Leon left, the Colinworth collar immediately took action. The first came was the gray camel caravan that sold grain and various goods.

If it's just a trade, it's okay, but these merchants come with other purposes. While selling goods to the tribes, they also use various methods to lure the members of the tribe and spy on the tribe's intelligence.

These gray camel merchants come from Collinsworth Castle and have a merchant certificate issued by the lord. Unless the Hammer tribe turns against Collinsworth, they cannot refuse their arrival. As a result, some people in the tribe's hearts flutter.

"Syote warriors left the tribe. Fortunately, Benson was not pulled away by them, and some people were willing to leave, but they were all hesitating." Elder Monstein said, "The merchants asked us for green gobs and human craftsmen, but I refused them all."

The Hammer Tribe is no longer a simple bear tribe. There are several ethnic groups that have joined later. Although the number is not very large, after all, there is a difference between them and the same ethnic groups.

This corner of the wall is really fast! Leon nodded quietly: "Green gophs and craftsmen are necessary for us to build a new territory. As for those who want to leave, let him go. It's more troublesome to keep it mindful!"

"We can't stay here anymore. We'll leave as soon as it's dawn!"

(to be continued)