forest kingdom

Chapter 230 The Power of the Barbarians
Emma walked quickly into the main room.

"Master, Friesen is back and has brought many people with him!"

Lawrence, who was making a handmade vermicelli press, looked surprised and quickly stood up and put the things aside.

"Go out and see."

As Lawrence walked out the door, Delenn and Khalan, who were sitting on the sofa opposite the fireplace, also stood up.

Lathander also stood up and followed him out.

Salil and Sophia were playing on the swings outside, and soon everyone stood at the church and looked into the distance.

The church is at the highest position, and the lower reaches of the river are right on the gentle terrain. Standing here, you can see dozens of people on the ice in the distance.

Friesen, Reglo and others were seen standing on the edge of the team, monitoring a group of people wearing linen and animal skin clothes.

Some of these people were pulling the cart board, while others had ropes tied around their necks, and the other ends of the ropes were tied to black goats.

These goats are larger than dogs and smaller than Dom sheep, making them unsuitable for riding, but better suited for wool and meat production.

Lawrence walked towards the entrance of the manor, waited by the river for a while, and saw Beow coming back first.

Beow knelt down excitedly and said, "Master, we conquered this tribe according to God's will!"

Lawrence felt an extremely headache. He had repeatedly warned him to communicate before fighting, but these people went ahead and did it.

"What's the result?" Lawrence did not blame these people for their reckless behavior. In fact, he wanted to conquer the tribe.

Beow said excitedly: "Seven of us conquered this tribe, and more than 100 of them are no match for us!"

Lawrence did not expect that this group of barbarians was so strong. It was said that there were seven people, but in fact Brick and the Western guide definitely did not count.

Beow, Friesen, Reglo, Manderkru, and two of Reglo's men.

Lawrence looked at the members of the Black Goat tribe who had been conquered by several barbarians. The men, women and children of this tribe were treated as slaves and trophies.

"Is anyone dead?"

Beow quickly made a fist and punched himself in the chest, "No! We are not injured! God is protecting us!"

Lawrence looked at Beow's clean clothes again, "How many people from the Black Goat Tribe died?"

"I don't know, there should be a few... all of them resisted. If the others didn't resist, we didn't kill them." Beow wasn't very good at math, and his voice was much softer.

Lawrence nodded, "Well done, these are God's trophies. If no one resists, just bring them over honestly."

Looking at the men, women and children approaching in front of him, Lawrence finally understood the level of barbarians in this era.

As an elite unit, as long as ten of these barbarians gather together, they can sack a village.

Twenty, it’s almost a small town.

If there are one hundred, it will be easy to rob some small nobles.

If we collect ten thousand, it will be a national war.

Humans are good at dealing with animals, but to deal with humans you must become a professional gangster or warrior.

As long as he has a hundred well-fed and brave men under his command, he can basically protect himself in this area.

But when it comes to dealing with mages and wizards, of course the more the better.

"Take them to the canteen to eat. Emma, ​​you and others will cook together. Give each newcomer a piece of bread, a bowl of potato porridge, a portion of salted fish, and a bowl of vegetable soup."

Warm food can calm people, and Lawrence quickly sent the frightened Black Goat tribe villagers to the public cafeteria.

Sariel asked: "Are these people going to live here?"

Lawrence said: "Stay one night and send some of the men back tomorrow. Those who are not in good health will stay here to rest. We will send them back when the condition gets better."

The Durila guide came over and said: "Master, these people can speak Durila language." Lawrence nodded, "Very good, let them go to eat first, and I will go over and talk to their leader later."

"Yes, Master."

Reglo came over and looked at the villagers in the distance with disdain.

"Master, these people are very weak. Not only did they not come up to fight when their companions were dead, they even ran away very fast."

"Even if these people are trained, they are still a bunch of cowards."

Lawrence said: "That means they can survive without fighting and live in a much better place than us."

"When people stay in a comfortable place for a long time, they will no longer want to fight, and will forget the cruelty of being weak, and will only remember the bravery they once had."

Reguero admired Lawrence very much, "Yes, master."

What the prophet said is indeed powerful!

Although everyone knew that prophets were not good at fighting, after everyone accepted Lawrence's identity as a prophet, they thought it was normal.

Just like a powerful knight warrior facing a king and a pope, different identities require different abilities.

The people of the Black Goat tribe walked into a large, warm wooden house and were asked to sit on benches and wait.

Just when this group of people were frightened, Navia and Brielle walked in, wearing beautiful clothes.

The frightened villagers quickly understood the other party's words. These barbarians would not kill them, but would also give them food.

But in return, everyone must become the slaves of Lawrence Crowfeather and obey the great prophet's oracle.

Those who disobey will die!

Soon the barbarians served warm bread, and both adults and children, even mothers with their infant babies in their arms, could take an extra piece.

Each person has a bowl of vegetable soup, a pickled fish, and a portion of mashed potatoes.

After eating the warm food in their stomachs, the villagers finally felt much more at ease after walking for a day.

Only then did everyone realize that these barbarians had better food and better housing than they did.

Navia and Brielle introduced the work requirements here and that some people would be released back to allow weak women and children to eat and rest here temporarily.

Not long after, Lawrence walked in.

Just like the Pumixiu people accepted the rule of the Vakiri, the people of the Black Goat Tribe had no other choice and soon accepted the rule of the Crowfeather Tribe from top to bottom.

"Selavin, you take Beow and the Durila people with you and go to the Black Goat Tribe to serve as the village chief."

Lawrence would not allow the people of the Black Goat Tribe to govern themselves, but instead chose a person of his own designation as the new leader of the Black Goat Tribe.

Seravan looked panicked, "Me?"

Lawrence looked at Seravan, "Yes, it's you. I've been learning Durila language all day long, and you're more suitable for construction!"

"Pack up your tools and weapons and take the people there tomorrow. After you complete the task I gave you, I will pick up your woman and children."

"Beow and the others will assist you. Each of you can get a woman as a reward, but you are not allowed to attack women who have husbands and children."

"The task I give you is very simple. Let this tribe recover quickly and let more people survive this winter!"

Seravan doesn't get along well with Reglo, nor does he have a good relationship with Mandekru and the other Pumixiu people. On the contrary, he gets along very well with the slaves of the coachman and farmer, and their normal communication goes smoothly without any obstacles. .

Regardless of character or ability, Seravan is more suitable to be the leader there.

There was no problem with loyalty either, Seravan was the first slave to follow Lawrence.

(End of this chapter)