Hero’s Creed

Ogres are native to the Western Continent, and the specific years of their existence are beyond test. When people discovered this race, they had prospered for more than 100,000 years, from the endless sea in the south to the frozen ground in the north, Footprints are everywhere in the mainland.

Although they are indigenous, they also have their own civilization, which is not inferior and complete.

It is said that the body of the ogre has a trace of blood from the ancient giants, probably to survive in a cruel natural environment. During the long years of evolution, they have strong limbs, comparable to the power of Warcraft. Correspondingly, the brain His development has been delayed a lot, so the IQ of the entire race shows a downward trend, but there are always some cases in any ethnic group.

The double-headed ogre is such a existence, and may not be as powerful as ordinary ogre warriors, but IQ is absolutely bursting. They are natural shamans. They have the ability to communicate with nature and elements. It is a record of tribal civilization. And inheritors.

Seeing this ogre in front of him, Downton understood the situation of Johnson. Once the ogre was born with two heads, it was the natural chief of the tribe. I am afraid that the boulder was instigated by it to resist his own, otherwise Its barren IQ, who knows what to do to blackmail.

"Dear Duke of Xijing, I am the Great Shaman Gordok of the Bloodmaul tribe, you can call me Bloodmaul!"

The naming of tribes in primitive tribes is very simple. For example, chiefs and shamans can be directly named by the tribe. In addition to representing the identity, it is also easy to remember.

"My Emperor Polo. Does this guy speak Continental Chinese? Accent is good!"

Jackson exclaimed, it was like seeing a primitive man in animal skin suddenly burst out into a pure Breton language with a London accent.

"Ogres have a longer history than humans. Counting on, we are the real masters of the Western Continent, why do you think we are barbaric?"

The blood mallet asked Jackson in reverse, his words were clear and well-organized, how could there be a bit of the atmosphere of the mountains and earth? If it is not an ogre identity, it is more like a scholar.

"I'm not interested in discussing history with you. Explain your intention!" Downton is a scepter anyway, Gu Panjian. Confident and elegant, "If it's cooperation, please come in for a cup of tea, if it's blackmail. Then don't open your mouth, my regiment never fears war!"

Bloodmaul shrugged his shoulders and stepped up the steps.

"Big Shaman!"

The ogre guard who was at the front was startled, and he stepped forward to persuade the blood mallet, in case the opponent's black hand attacked, and no one protected what to do?

Although these natives are simple in mind, they are not stupid. Those barbarians from the Northland have not bad single combat effectiveness. And to be simple and simple, for Downton, is willing to give his life. What's more, the immortal hatred of those who own the reputation of the war machine has also been gathered. Although the number is not large, the individual has completely exploded the ogre.

"It doesn't matter, even if the Duke Downton wants to kill me, he will be upright and deter you."

The blood mallet waved. Overtaking Downton at a confident pace, he first walked into the mayor's hall.

"Master. What about those humans and orcs?"

Casimodo looked at the soldiers with cold eyes, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

"Wait for me to solve the indigenous problems, and then clean them up!"

Downton couldn’t help it. There were too few troops, otherwise he would rather have a cleansing. The benevolent general would never become the **** of war, and the iron-fisted means were indispensable at all times.

"Sirace, tea!"

Downton sat down on the throne, showing his position.

"Let a high princess serve tea, I am really flattered!"

The blood mallet fell back and thanked Celes.

"You're welcome!"

Ceres was not rude, but it seemed weird to see a large ogre being more polite than a gentleman.

"Explain your intentions!"

Downton had originally planned to take a sip from the teacup, which proved to be non-toxic. He did not expect the blood mallet to be clean and clean, so he drank it directly.

"Good tea!"

Blood Maul praised and opened the subject straight to the subject, "I'm a native, I don't understand the corners and corners, in a word, we want to become the half master of the Western Realm!"

Sarah is a princess. Although she is dissatisfied, she will not intervene when the man speaks, but Jackson will not work. Hearing the blood mallet, he jumped up.

"What are you kidding? If the master gives you half of the Western Realm, he will become the laughing stock of the entire Western Continent and be nailed to the column of shame!"

It is already a huge shame to cede the ground and sum up. If the other party is still a low-lying indigenous, not only Downton's reputation is ruined, but his descendants will live in sarcasm every day.

"I would rather die to war!"

Downton sneered, it didn't matter.

"Master Duke, please listen to me to finish talking!"

Bloodmaul beckoned everyone to calm down.

"I understand what you mean, and even if I give you the west, the other three dukes will not allow an indigenous to become the lord. With your wisdom, you should understand, so you are the lord in my name, but secretly Have actual control!"

Downton had been taught by Homer for so long, and it would be too stupid to see these things.

"Good." Bloodmaul said bluntly, "Duke, don't be too busy to refuse, or you don't have the right to refuse at all."

"joke!"

Jackson retorted.

"Under your command, the Human Corps is the most, but the least useful. They fight the most downwind. The barbarians are good, but the number is too small, so you can only rely on our hills and natives. Everyone understands that this is a game. In the life-and-death battle, we shed blood and gave our lives. How many families lost their husbands and children? Isn't this effort not enough for us to occupy a piece of land?"

The blood mallet asked.

"What do you want the land to do? There are so many in the dragon hills, whatever you live!"

Jackson didn't understand.

The blood mallet rolled its eyes, too lazy to answer the idiot.

"I know. It's too hard to live in the hills. Those who are indigenous, whether they eat or wear, are very bad. If they can stand firm in the human kingdom, they can enjoy a better life."

Ceres saw the ogres that Casimodo had just recruited and walked out of the hills to fight for a bag of salt and died several times.

Blood mallet nodded.

"You want to reintegrate into the human kingdom, no, are you accepted by mainstream races?"

Downton stared at the blood mallet's eyes and couldn't help but praise, "Admire!"

Blood mallet stunned. Unexpectedly, Downton guessed his true purpose and hesitated. He decided to be honest.

"Any race does not want to be treated as indigenous, and it is despised and disgusted no matter where we go. This is the way in our life, but I don’t want our descendants to still live in discrimination. We need respect, we need equality, we want all races All look at us!"

"My Emperor Polo, don't people who do this kind of thing are great people?"

Jackson was dumbfounded, worthy of being a two-headed ogre, and wisdom was extraordinary.

"Pioneer?"

Ceres was stunned and immediately recalled the historical books she read. Martin Luther King, Saint Gandhi, Washington, aren't they all similar characters?

"If I remember correctly. When I recruited the natives, I already marked the town for you to trade freely!"

As a lord. Downton didn't want to live next to a pioneer. There was blood and fire between the same race. As an alien, it would eventually evolve into a war. Throughout history books, there are no exceptions.

"I am very grateful for everything you have done for us!" Blood Maul rose to salute. "This is why I am willing to talk openly with you."

Blood Maul is truly grateful, Downton is the first human he has ever seen without discrimination against indigenous people. Even the occasional killing is due to indigenous greed and cruelty.

"It's no use complimenting me, I don't have to talk!"

Downton shook his head and was ready to send the guests away. There was no indigenous. It seemed that he could only borrow troops from the priests of Andrea and Sissi. No matter how bad it was, he could hire mercenary regiments. Fortune of 100 million, there is no desperate man who is not afraid of death!

"and many more!"

Seeing Downton is iron-hearted, the blood hammer is a little urgent. "You have to think about it. Once you have broken through the Western Realm, if you lose the duke’s position, you will be exiled even if you are not hanged on the scaffold. End."

"It doesn't matter, but before that, I will make the enemies who commit the crime pay an unbearable price!"

Downton shrugged his shoulders, and the information was not equal. If Blood Hammer knew his hole card, he would definitely not say that.

"Go!"

Jackson drop off.

"Wait, one-third, okay, one-fifth of the western border is always okay?" Seeing Downton didn't reply, the blood mallet gritted his teeth. "Okay, I just need to be close to all the towns on the hillside Isn’t that demanding?"

"Not high, but I can't do it!"

Downton's neat rejection, giving himself free trade to indigenous towns, and being taken away by them are two very different concepts.

"Duke, you probably don't know the strength of our hilly indigenous, 100,000, we can mobilize 100,000 indigenous, help you into the king capital, it is possible to win the entire Dranke."

Bloodmaul followed the temptation, "You will never be satisfied if you are a Duke of Western Realm?"

"If you can recruit one hundred thousand soldiers~www.readwn.com~You guys called over long ago? Do you have to wait until now?"

Celice asked back.

"Not to mention how to reconcile the conflicts between your tribes, with abundant supplies, they will indeed be recruited as they are now, but then, what do I arm you with? Wearing animal skins, holding stone mallets and Go to fight against the heavily armed human regular army? Ha ha, are you stupid, or do I look like a fool?"

Downton sneered, "Who wouldn't paint the pie? The key is whether you can eat it?"

The blood mallet is speechless.

"It takes at least 30,000 gold coins to arm an ogre. Have you thought about it? A group of unloyal soldiers may escape to the hills at any time. When I lose my wife and break the soldiers, who will cry?"

In Downton’s words, “I’m still young, I would rather spend a few more years to cultivate soldiers with high welfare, at least they are Westerners, and my interests are consistent, I can enjoy the dividends brought by the war, Even if it fails, there is no way to escape." (To be continued)