Chapter 124 (1/2)

”I'm the garrison commander in Loveland.” The soldier followed Alfred into the hotel. He glanced at the sparse people sitting in the hotel. There were not many people, about thirty or forty, but most of them were northern barbarians.

The soldier's eyes flashed a trace of disdain.

Although it was well hidden, which of the people present was an ordinary person. Basically, Sean, Cecilia and William easily caught the slightest contempt in his eyes, except Alfred with his back to him and Arnold, who was naturally stupid.

The northern barbarians are not good soldiers in the eyes of anyone who thinks they have a little knowledge or military knowledge. Their IQ is hard. At least before that, William thought so, and he didn't make a little change until that night. After a series of observations, William found that the northern barbarians were not unfit to be soldiers, but it took a long time to make them form real combat effectiveness.

Of course, no pains, no gains. William thought that if the northern barbarians were trained, they might really be able to build a strong army that is not afraid of death.

The reason why the pure white wings of St. Joels empire are so powerful is that they are all composed of fearless knights? If the northern barbarians can develop like that, their combat effectiveness will not be much lower. Moreover, the most important point is that it is very easy to supplement the northern barbarians. More than 50% of the slaves in the whole slave market are northern barbarians, and there are countless northern barbarian tribes in the vast ice area in the northwest corner of the mainland.

The only thing that bothers William is how to improve the strength of these northern barbarians as much as possible.

You know, the strength of fearless knights is real superior gold. Of course, a knight regiment composed of thousands of superior gold can force the holy puppets of Maggie Empire not to dare to fight head-on.

The strength of the northern barbarians, that is, they barely reached the lower bronze, and the average level was even only apprenticeship.

William yawned, then turned to face the so-called commander with his ass and began to think about how to comprehensively improve the combat effectiveness of the northern barbarians. After all, this steel wing really belongs to the army under his name, so of course he needs to be well rectified and trained. As for communicating with the commander who obviously changes the position of his nose and eyes, he is not interested at all.

Seeing William's attitude, the green veins on the commander's forehead jumped, but he still well suppressed his anger, because these people were not his army at all, and he knew what the quality of the mercenary Corps was. Instead of breaking up with each other here, it's better to hurry up and deal with business. If something goes wrong because of him, his position as commander will come to an end.

”I'd like to ask when you can leave?” The commander said in a rather polite tone, ”the deal is at noon the day after tomorrow. Sir Paro hopes to settle the matter before that.”

The meaning of this is not difficult to understand. I hope Sean and others will start as soon as possible, preferably now.

But Sean could not be led by the nose. Now he was convinced that Sir Paro, an old and cunning fellow, wanted to use them as cannon fodder, so he said coldly: ”tomorrow morning. Now everyone is tired and needs a rest, and Fred has just painted magic patterns. He needs time to rest to adjust his state Your excellency, commander, come back to us tomorrow. ”

”Lord, I hope you can start now.” The commander's attitude was still very polite, but there was a bit of indisputable command in his voice.

It was an instinctive pressure to rise from jazz to city Lord. It was obvious that the commander wanted to suppress Sean and others through Paro's name. If it is an ordinary mercenary regiment, it is likely to obey the other party's orders and commands. After all, no one will be stupid enough to offend a city Lord, especially now on the city Lord's territory.

But obviously, Sean is not the so-called general mercenary Corps.

He waved his hand impolitely, as if he were driving flies, and said coldly, ”tell the city Lord that we need to rest. We won't leave until after six o'clock tomorrow morning. If you can't wait, take someone out by yourself. ”

”You!”

”Fred, anno, see you off.” Sean didn't give each other a chance to speak at all and simply ordered him to leave.

Alfred didn't know why Sean's attitude changed so quickly, but Sean's attitude was so tough at the moment. As a member of his command, Alfred naturally took Sean's order as the first criterion. Naturally, Alfred walked up to the commander and politely said an invitation. But the commander didn't seem to buy it. He still stood in place and stared at Sean. His eyes were a little colder. His momentum had begun to accumulate.

Arnold didn't have so many scruples. He got up from behind the table and went directly to the commander. Alfred was talking, and he stood and looked at him. However, the commander not only ignored it completely, but even sent out a killing intention. The smile on anno's face disappeared in an instant. He was more sensitive to the murderous spirit than anyone. He directly grabbed it at the other party's collar and wanted to subdue the commander on the spot.

But before Arnold's hand reached out in front of him, the commander's hands moved together in an instant, and the latter came first to put on Arnold's right wrist and elbow. As long as his hands worked at the same time, he could break Arnold's right hand immediately.

Almost as the commander's hands moved, Alfred followed - he took a step back, waved his left hand back and grabbed the flame lion's fangs on the table. The long handled halberd was like a child's toy in his hand. When it was waved by his left hand, it was gently thrown onto his right hand. With a slight lift, the spear tip of the halberd was already on the commander's throat.

The burning sensation from the tip of the gun made the commander's pupils shrink suddenly. But soon, his eyes changed from surprise to shock. The hard object feeling from his chest made him understand that not only his throat was held by a sharp weapon, but also his chest. While he bowed his head, he looked at another magic weapon.

Two magic weapons!