Lord of all tribes

Chapter 96 The Sorrow of the Coward
"Sixth-level fighter? How about serving my Drummond family with all my abilities? I will grant you the position of captain."

Daliel stared at Hans with his drunken eyes. A sixth-level fighter is already considered a small master. Even in the Drummond family, he is regarded as the core of the upper-level leadership. For Rollin, there is such a sixth-level fighter guarding him. , Daryl was secretly jealous.

Although he is also a fifth-level fighter, only at this level can he understand that there are obvious differences in strength even within the same level, let alone a large class.

Daryl's strength can only reach the level of a fifth-level mid-level fighter, which is considered ordinary among fifth-level fighters, let alone facing a sixth-level fighter.

Using level [-] soldiers as guards, even if Daryl is the proud son of the Drummond family, it is impossible for him to have such treatment. A level [-] soldier can lead thousands of troops as a captain on the battlefield, so he is not proud. How could he live under a baron in Daryl as a guard?
That's why Daryl is very excited. Being able to bring in a level [-] master for the Drummond family is also a great contribution to Daryl. This time he lost his troops in the eastern battlefield, and he is worried about how to explain to his father. , if I can recruit a sixth-level expert, maybe my father will be relieved of his guilt if he is happy
Darryl was thinking in his heart, staring at Hans with more and more scorching eyes.

"What are you? I'm only loyal to my master." Hans bowed respectfully to Rollin, not forgetting to say something to Darryl.

Hans' mocking words reached Daryl's ears, making his face reddened by drunkenness even redder, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, showing the extreme unrest in his heart.

"How dare you be rude to me? I'll kill you!"

Daliel asked himself that he had never suffered such a great humiliation when he was so old. The potential grief and indignation seriously interfered with his rationality. He roared wantonly in the military tent, which caused dissatisfaction and condemnation of many noble lords.

But that's all there is to it. It's reasonable to condemn a few words casually. If it comes to using force to drive Daryl out, they still don't dare. They don't care about Daryl's face, and they want to sell Drummond The Earl was somewhat thin.

The Earl, who has always been arrogant and domineering, is famous for protecting his weaknesses.

Dalier once again raised the dagger that had just been unsheathed in his hand, wanting to show some color to the pair of people who don't know how to compliment him, but when he saw the bright sword glowing coldly, Dalier swallowed, Angrily put down the sword in his hand.

"Wait and see!" Darryl stared at Luo Lin with a falcon-like gaze, put down a harsh word, and ruthlessly opened the cloth door of the military tent and left.

A farce broke out suddenly and ended abruptly. Apart from Viscount Coxingda’s indignation because Daryl didn’t give him face, the atmosphere in the military tent returned to the previous scene of drinking and drinking, as if nothing had happened before. .

And Luo Lin, sitting in the seat before Daryl, greeted the nobles who wanted to make friends with a smile on his face, the goblet in his hand was filled with red wine again and again, and became empty again and again. none.

Luo Lin had to say that this Farsga red wine tasted really good, it was sweet in the mouth, bright in color, and eye-catching.

In addition to the delicious red wine, there are neatly cut mutton and beef in the military tent, and the carefully cooked cheese is extremely soft and melts in the mouth, which is extremely delicious.

Being on an expedition and living such a luxurious and enjoyable life, Luo Lin couldn't help but lament that being an aristocrat is really good, at least the food is ten times, a hundred times better than ordinary people.

Halfway through the banquet, Luo Lin also felt a little drunk. Looking at the room full of red wine and food, and looking at the noble lords who wantonly devoured food and wine, a trace of sadness rose silently in his heart.

The depravity of most of the nobles in the kingdom is a symbol of the decline of a kingdom. They have been blinded by the luxurious life, and they have completely become unwilling to make progress and muddle along.

"Everyone, we now have an army of tens of thousands, and today we have [-] elite troops from Baron Rollin joining us. I propose to carry out another siege!"

Perhaps because he drank some wine, Viscount Ke Xingda's face was a little rosy. He stood up on the main seat, raised his goblet, and impassionedly said a lot of heroic words about patriotism, saving the people, and making great achievements.

In the end, he actually proposed to start attacking Dark Light City again.

The scene fell into an embarrassing scene for a while, most of the noble lords in the military camp were still very sober, even if they were a little drunk, they woke up immediately after hearing Viscount Kexingda's proposal.

Siege?This incident left a shadow in the hearts of these lords and nobles. Once upon a time, their tens of thousands of troops followed Viscount Ke Xingda to the city of Dark Light, preparing to implement crowd tactics to wipe out the Aowei army with fewer than [-] defenders in the city.

But the reality gave them a big slap in the face. The strength of the Aowei soldiers was far beyond their imagination. Big hole.

Blood will arouse the fighting spirit of the strong, and at the same time crush the faith of the cowardly.

Obviously, this group of nobles who had been immersed in pleasure for too long chose to become cowards. They began to push each other, and they gave in to each other in a formal way, but they didn't want to be the ones who stood out and awakened the fighting spirit of the army with blood.

In the end, let it go, forming the pattern like today.

Now that Viscount Ke Xingda brought up the old matter again, and wanted to attack Dark Light City again, how could he agree to this group of nobles who were used to tasting fine wine in the warm military tents?
After a brief silence, there was a complete boom. The nobles who had been drinking and laughing with each other stood up one after another to explain the various difficulties of the siege.

They are aristocrats, and years of extravagant life have taught them to calculate. If they are businessmen, they are undoubtedly competent.

They are calculating the gains and losses, attacking Dark Light City will lose troops, and they may not get anything in the end, but giving up attacking Dark Light City and staying on this small but stable slope can at least guarantee their own interests. will suffer losses.

The comparison between the two made the cunning nobles choose the latter plan without hesitation. They all received the kingdom's call-up order, so they had to lead the army to come. However, if this feat is too difficult to obtain, giving up is also an option they recognize.

Opposition and quarrels erupted in the originally harmonious military tent, Viscount Ke Xingda's proposal was completely submerged in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)