forest kingdom

Chapter 238 The Power of Civilization

Before setting off to find the barbarian mercenaries, Lawrence mustered up the courage to challenge Delenn.

"Dren, we haven't practiced in a long time!"

Delen, who was peeling potatoes with Salil, raised his head and looked at the courageous man in surprise.

Salil reluctantly tried to persuade her: "Lawrence, do you want to be beaten?"

Lawrence was very serious and aware.

"It's better to be beaten by Delen than to be taught a lesson by others. I'm going to talk to those barbarians. Even if I try to avoid it, I can't take any chances if we really have to fight!"

"Dren, come warm up with me!"

Lawrence issued a sincere invitation to Delenn, "If I can't beat him, I will run away."

Lawrence's honesty made Derren feel angry and funny, and he quickly dropped the wooden blade for peeling potatoes.

"You haven't asked me to use witchcraft to help you these past few days, so I have a lot of strength now. Have you really thought about it?"

Lawrence had some thoughts of retreating. He remembered that the last time he competed with Delen, he first asked Delen to help soften the soil and clear the big trees, which wasted a lot of energy.

Nowadays, because I am very protective of several witches, I ask them to do less and less things.

With good food and drink every day, I naturally accumulated a lot of strength.

"Yeah! Let's go outside and practice! This time when I say stop, you must stop!!"

Lawrence warned Delenn very seriously.

Delenn couldn't tell whether Lawrence had courage or lacked it.

He obviously came to be beaten on his own initiative and firmly expressed his intention to continue, but he always acted like a coward.

Delen said: "I promise you, I won't beat you to death at once, and I will definitely give you a chance to escape."

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and headed towards the forest.

The two parties soon arrived at the newly opened grove, and Salil and Sophia came to watch and cheer.

Khalan and Lathander did not follow, not interested in such things.

The two sides quickly stood facing each other.

Lawrence was about to make a sneak attack when Delenn punched him in the nose.

This time Lawrence saw Delen's movements, his hands quickly gathered in front of him like swatting flies, and firmly grasped Delen's fist.

The strength of the fist was beyond Lawrence's imagination. Lawrence, who thought he could just grab it, was hit by the huge force, and his feet took three or four steps back before they stabilized.

At this time, the pain in his palms made Lawrence lose control of his hands. He felt his hands trembling with a little force, unable to grasp things, let alone display normal fighting power.

Lawrence looked at Delen who was standing there, "How much effort did you use?"

"The greatest strength." Delenn added: "Not counting the times when you are angry or fighting to the death, it may be a little more at that time, or you may be more powerful when fighting a bear."

"Anyway, this is the maximum strength I can use when fighting you."

"I can't guarantee whether I will use more force because I'm angry."

Delenn talked more and more, and some of them couldn't express what he wanted to say clearly.

Lawrence nodded, "I understand, there is still a big gap between you and me, that's it for today."

Salil said speechlessly: "It was over in a flash."

Lawrence defended angrily: "Don't underestimate this moment, she almost broke my hand! You have no idea how much my hands hurt now."

Sophia ran over quickly and looked at Lawrence's hand worriedly, "Master, does it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot. I feel like I won't be able to recover for several days." Lawrence felt the pain getting worse and worse. "Go back quickly and have a look. Let Kehalan get me some herbal medicine to apply on it!"

Sofia said with concern: "Well! Master's hand is injured. From now on, Sofia will feed you and help you bathe!"

Lawrence ignored the others and quickly went back to treatment.

The three witches were also worried about whether there was really something wrong with Lawrence's hands.

Soon Kharan helped check the injury. After grabbing Lawrence's palm and looking at it, he quickly said: "It's okay."

Salil was relieved now and complained: "Lawrence is like this, even a small injury will be unbearable pain."

Lawrence looked at Salil unhappily, "How could everything be okay? You all know Delen's strength. She can kill a cow with one punch. Do you think my bones are harder than a cow's skull?"

Sophia nodded seriously, "Master is right!" Salil hesitated, but also felt that what Lawrence said made sense, and it felt like it was not a minor injury.

Kehalan was no longer confident and said quickly: "I am not a professional pharmacist and I don't know much about treating people."

Looking at the three panicked witches, Delen said calmly at this time: "I can kill a cow with one punch, but when I encounter a Valkyrie, I may not be able to die with one punch."

"If it's a berserker with heroic blood, or a noble wizard, it won't work without weapons. Fists can't kill the berserker, and they won't have that strong effect on wizards."

Sophia nodded, "Dren is right."

At this time Lathander came in from outside.

She also heard the conversations of several people and said at this time: "Lawrence, your body is filled with the warm blood of the North that cannot be frozen by ice. Don't underestimate the blood of the warrior flowing in your body!"

Lawrence is not a pure-blood wizard, he is a pure-blood barbarian...

Especially in an environment like the North, luck is not the main condition for survival. Physical fitness and genes are more important.

"That's it, I feel much better indeed." Lawrence suddenly felt that his palms were not so painful anymore.

Salil felt that she was being played and said angrily: "I knew it! That's what he is!"

Lawrence ignored Sariel's temper and faced his barbarian blood for the first time.

The earl may not necessarily be able to fight, but the knights and barons who do the dirty work for the earl must be able to fight!

My father and brothers are not good people. Like most savages, these people take robbery and murder as an honor.

It will definitely not work to win over them. These barbarians, who are used to living unscrupulously and are the weaklings of the barbarian aristocratic system, will definitely bring invaders.

What about wooing the other lords or knights' heirs?
Bloodlines really matter in this area.

Maybe he can contact the descendants of barbarians from the outside world.

For example, an ordinary child like me who has no future, no inheritance rights, and needs to go out to find a way to survive?
Just as Lawrence was thinking about wooing the berserker descendants, Bull shouted from downstairs: "Master, it's bad, Doug has mounted a she-wolf!"

Lawrence quickly went out and stood in the corridor on the second floor looking at the maid below.

"What happened to Doug?"

Bull said quickly: "It was seduced by a female wolf and lay down with a much smaller female wolf by the river!"

Lawrence felt a little confused, so he walked out of the wooden house and went to the riverside to check the situation.

I saw a strong sled dog standing on its legs, with its hands lying on a much smaller snow-white female wolf, and kept doing obscene movements.

Lawrence said in shock: "Why is that wolf so small?"

Bull quickly explained: "Wolves are smaller than dogs. Doug eats well and grows very fast. Those two-year-old male wolves are not as old as the one-year-old Doug. We have to stop them quickly, otherwise Doug will not have the strength." Puppies are born.”

Lawrence frowned, suddenly feeling that the so-called berserker descendants might not be that important anymore.

The ferocious wild wolves outside are the invaders, and well-fed domestic dogs like Doug are the so-called knight warriors.

It's not that the Durila people are weak, it's that the noble lords above them don't allow these people to eat too much and be too bloody.

Even if the Valkyries went to the seaside to rob and kill, the nobles and manor owners on the seaside would not allow those serfs to possess iron weapons, let alone the prototype of an army among them.

After one or two years, most of the Durila people have become stronger, and even the Pumixiu people are able to fight back and forth with the Vakiri who were once feared like tigers.

Berserkers are indeed very awesome and powerful, but the power of most people cannot be ignored.

Facts have proved that most people who gather together to form a tower are stronger than one, two, three, four or five berserkers!

You can recruit barbarian warriors from outside, but you can't forget that your own people are the real foundation and guarantee.

Equip the Durila and Pumixiu people with iron tools, let them have enough food and drink, and have warm houses to live in, and tell them what they are fighting for.

Whether it was the time with Avari or the time with Uribe, although there were a few witches leading the way, on the whole everyone was fighting bravely.

Lawrence murmured to himself: "I discovered that we are not weak here. Even a dog is stronger than the wild wolves outside!"

Sariel smiled and said, "Where are you Lawrence?"

Lawrence said firmly: "I am the brain here, the prophet and the guide of God. Who have you ever seen who would use his brain to fight with others' fists?"

Salil thought hard and answered honestly: "I haven't seen it."

Lawrence was extremely convinced, "Yes, the fact that our place is so powerful is inseparable from my rule! And, just wait, this place will become stronger and stronger!"

What berserkers, what wizards, let me show you the power of the masses!

(End of this chapter)