A feast

After the warrior rats shared Ironhide's flesh and blood, Targaryen's body also changed.

At the moment of advancement, Targaryen felt an itch in his body and his whole body felt warm, as if something was being changed.

This transformation lasted for a long time, and lasted only a few days after returning to the territory, but the changes it brought were also huge.

Targaryen, whose whole body became harder, became the first first-order warrior in the territory.

But these are all things for later.

After taking care of the trivial matters in the village, Iket burned the entire Iron Fist tribe to the ground.

As long as he can't take it away, not even a hair will be left to his opponent.

This scene was also seen by the jackal hiding aside.

"Great Shaman Samir! Why are we just watching here!"

Because Iket captured a group of prisoners.

"Yes, I've always been like this."

It was also the first time for the jackal captives to see such a wonderful sight. After all, no matter how prosperous the tribe was, it could not compare to the visual impact brought by two thousand acres of wheat fields.

But Ictor had already made plans for the future of these jackals.

Wilbur sat down under Ictor's persuasion and continued to watch the jackals laughing and joking.

This time, the jackal troops arrived in time, and there were hundreds of them in number.

"Really? Lord, I didn't expect you to be so kind to foreigners."

However, the other party retreated in front of him, and Ictor didn't know what they were thinking.

A tribal warrior said dissatisfiedly that although the tribe did not station troops in the Iron Fist tribe in the end, the surrounding tribes had reached a consensus of "supporting them in case of any situation."

Feeling that the surrounding smell had dissipated, a scout rat hurriedly ran to Iket and reported:

From the fact that he did not encounter any effective resistance during his two expeditions, it is not difficult to see that the organizational skills of the Jackals were worse than he expected.

The mood of the captives gradually changed. Not to mention being treated like dogs, as long as they could live in this paradise with abundant food, there was no problem even if they were treated like animals.

Ictor's eyes were quite playful, and he had already seen through Wilbur's little thoughts.

But Great Shaman Samir could not make up his mind.

"Chief of the clan, they have withdrawn."

Ictor didn't think too much about the enemy's internal affairs. After harvesting a large amount of loot, he just wanted to return to his territory and build the cannon.

"Shut up, Neil, you're just a kid!"

The team stopped to repair in the fields, and the Ratmen began to bury pots and make rice.

There is also the territorial female rat team. In addition to the task of breeding, they have also inherited a series of dirty jobs. At this time, they were carrying mallets to the river to do laundry.

It's almost time for the bandits who are eyeing these grains to take action.

I also understand why the rats are making rice in the pot.

Launching an attack now may indeed have the effect of a surprise attack, but in that case, wouldn't victory or defeat have nothing to do with God's power?

He didn't form an alliance just for the sake of tribal justice. To be precise, the gnolls in the alliance were just victims of the gods.

"Not only will you not be able to save anyone if you rush out now, you will actually harm these one hundred elite warriors!"

Everyone stared at the golden wheat fields, thinking about the future, and imagining how great it would be if they could have such vast fields.

When he thought of this, Ictor felt very angry. After all, the people staring at these supplies were none other than the jackals in front of him.

In the eyes of the young tribal warriors, it is completely possible to fight the opponent 50-50.

But he planned to tease Wilbur a little.

It would be better to say that compared to Bemke, who is obviously rushing to work, Black Ax is the true form of a warrior of God!

"The plan has failed. Everyone should return to their respective tribes to prepare for the war. The next step is the last moment."

"Don't you dare to fight?"

Regardless of the cohesion of the tribe or the morality of the totem, they could not agree to launch a raid.

When you walk out of the forest, you will see stretches of wheat fields.

"Maybe the tribe is not monolithic inside."

Ictor was a little confused. There was almost no concealment in the Jackal's ambush, and he was easily discovered by the Hawkeye Brigade.

"In that case, Lord, can I inform your new subjects of this news?"

"Wilbur, my stupid cobbler, don't worry, it's just about having enough to eat. In my territory, this is just the most basic requirement."

Wilbur said humbly, as if he had entered the role of a diplomat, just waiting for Ickert's reply.

Samir's mind was thinking at high speed, and soon, a more powerful warrior of God took shape in his mind.

Mothers showed the wheat fields to their children, their eyes full of envy.

"Well, the connection method of the armor needs to be reconsidered, and it also needs to be able to resist the magic gun. In addition, Bemke's mind is still too clear, and the Black Ax must be completely incapacitated by then."

Nothing happened on the way.

Samir said to the gnolls, and the tribal warriors once again failed and could only return to their respective tribes in despair.

Samir also agreed with Manshi's point of view, but for a priest of God, he obviously would not consider it morally.

The jackals were ordered to unload the goods and then gathered next to the wheat field.

Bemke did fall, but his failure also brought experience to Samir, helping him perfect his most satisfying work.

When the ratmen took their swords and surrounded the jackals, Wilbur's face suddenly turned pale.

I just hope nothing goes wrong again during the general attack.

Seeing these captives, the most philanthropic Stoneskin tribe couldn't bear to take action.

Several soldiers asked Wilbur about this, hoping that he could convey their thoughts to the lord.

They fear that their actions will prompt the Skaven to massacre their fellow humans.

He soon understood the meaning of watching them eat.

Maybe you can still make some money.

His goal is to present the most perfect! The most powerful warrior to the gods! And prove him with a great battle! In order to gain the attention of the gods!

It's just a few jackals killed, it doesn't hurt at all.

"Lord! Just now the jackals expressed their surrender to you. They hope to farm for you for generations in exchange for your tolerance. The tribesmen's wish is only to keep one-tenth of their rations.

They say that gnolls live in the world just to have a full meal."

Chief Manshi cursed and scolded the young man who wanted to sneak attack.

Once Wilbur heard that it was indeed feasible, he confidently ran to report to Ickert.

"Chief Manshi is right, you really can't be impulsive now."

"My Mr. Cobbler, it's time for lunch. Is there anything else you want to report to me?"

Only then did Ictor realize that his wheat was about to ripen.

"Watch them eat? Okay, Lord."

"Notice? No, no, no, no, no, come on, yes, just sit here with me and watch them eat."

It was already noon when we returned to Windsor.

The breeze blew, pushing up the golden waves of wheat. In the fields, many rat men could be seen catching insects among the wheat that was taller than them.

"I said that having enough food is the most basic requirement of our territory."

Ictor poured out the red wine while watching the ratmen hacking the earth into the color of the wine.

This was the first time that Iket had to negotiate terms when being a prisoner.

Taking a sip of the sour wine, Ictor said to Wilbur the cobbler:

"Isn't it quite romantic to die in the wheat field of your dreams?"
Chapter completed!