"You're saying that the tribes have formed an alliance to attack my territory?" Suhlen was not too surprised to hear the news from Foror.
"Yes, master," Foror said respectfully as he lay on the ground.
"Get up. If it's true, you've done a great job," Suhlen put the piece of wood on the table.
"Thank you, master!" Foror said excitedly. He even wanted to kiss Suhlen's boots.
"Johnson, send a few people to scout the territory. See if the gnolls, goblins, and kobolds have gathered."
"Yes, boss. I'll go arrange it right away," Johnson said as he turned around and left.
After the arrangements were made, Suhlen began to gather the rest of the Barbarian Guards. Everyone's vacation was canceled. Suhlen even gave the remaining women and children weapons.
Although the women and children were women and children, they were not weak at all. If it weren't for the childish look on their faces, it wouldn't be a problem to call them adults. As Barbarians, even though they were still underage, their physiques were no weaker than the average Florentine citizen. They might even be stronger.
Suhlen did not plan to let the women and children fight. He gave them weapons so that they could maintain order and defend the city. Suhlen did not plan to passively defend.
This territory had just been developed. If the gnolls, kobolds, and goblins were allowed to attack, the newly developed farmlands outside the territory would be destroyed. The blacksmith shop by the river would also be destroyed. This was unacceptable to Suhlen. He had invested thousands of Kinnar and spent so much time on it. If it was destroyed, he would go crazy.
The blacksmith shop had made many weapons recently. After the scrap metal was melted down and recast, it had become refined iron. The quality of the weapons made with the refined iron was excellent. There was a half-body armor, a two-handed axe, a horn helmet, a pair of boots, a skirt armor, and three hand axes.
This was the standard equipment of the Barbarian Guards. If one were to buy it in Calt, it would cost at least 300 Kinnar. The most expensive one was the half-body armor. It was made of refined iron and cost at least 150 Kinnar.
This set of equipment weighed at least a hundred pounds. Normal people would find it difficult to walk with it, but the Barbarians could still walk as if they were flying. It was as if they were wearing leather armor instead of iron.
Over thirty barbarian warriors in metal armor and holding sharp axes stood together. Even the weakest of them was over two meters tall, and an invisible aura of killing intent washed over them. A timid person would probably be scared to death by these war machines.
Other than these Barbarian guards, Suhlen had only prepared some axes and spears. Their armor was also some leather armor, and at most, only metal plates were embedded in their vital parts. There were not many leather armors, and most of them were replaced by barbarian guards.
Although the mercenaries had joined the territory as free citizens, they would still pick up their weapons when the territory was in danger. They were considered veterans. Although their strength was average, they were still capable of staying behind to guard the territory.
The five hundred serfs all retreated to the city to hide. Suhlen had spent 1,500 Kinnar to buy these serfs. They were to be used as farmers in the territory. He did not plan to let these serfs fight. Even if they picked up their weapons, they would be nothing more than food to the goblins and kobolds.
The thousand goblins, kobolds, and gnolls were locked up to prevent them from causing trouble when Suhlen was not around. After everything was arranged, it was already evening. Suhlen brought the Barbarian Guards back to the Lord's castle for dinner.
When Zeon and Johnson went back to buy slaves last time, Suhlen specifically asked him to bring back a chef from Calt. After a few days of training by Suhlen, this chef could now cook food that suited his taste.
Johnson took a bite of the wheat flour pancake. The wheat flour used to make white bread was baked into a pancake, and he rolled it up with a roll of roast duck meat. It conquered his taste buds instantly, and he devoured the pancake in a few bites.
"Boss, this roast duck roll is amazing!"
Suhlen did not pay attention to this glutton. He picked up a piece of boiled mutton with his chopsticks and ate happily.
"Did the scouts come back?"
"They're back!" Johnson ate the rest of the roll in one bite.
"What's the situation like?" Suhlen saw Johnson eating so happily, and couldn't help but grab a roll and roll some roast duck. He rolled it up and took a big bite.
"Those tribes are still fighting for dominance." Johnson sneered. "Those tribes in the wilderness are all bandits. It's not easy to get them to listen to you. None of them are willing to suffer losses. If they want to unite, they won't succeed without a few internal fights! "
"They really are a bunch of mobs!" Suhlen said. "How many of them are there?"
"The camp is too messy. I can't calculate how many of them there are, but I estimate at least five thousand." Johnson picked up another roll and took a bite.
"Five thousand? These trash are looking down on us too much. Do they really think they can win with numbers?" Suhlen laughed disdainfully.
"But we can't be careless. A lion will go all out to catch a rabbit, not to mention a war. Be careful."
"My lord is wise!" Johnson flattered.
"It's good that they're working together. It saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one. This time, we can deal with them all at once. It saves me a lot of trouble!" Suhlen said as he took a sip of ale.
"By the way, do you remember where the tribe's allied forces are?"
"Of course. I asked Foror to bring two goblins to keep an eye on them."
"That's good!" Suhlen nodded and continued eating. "Let's go after dinner!"
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After dinner, Suhlen left the camp with his barbarian guards under the cover of the night. It was still cold in the wilderness at night. Suhlen tightened his clothes.
"Those damn tribes in the wilderness. They should've just stayed put. Why did they have to come looking for trouble? Now I have to travel in the middle of the night."
Suhlen was in a bad mood. As a noble with a territory, he couldn't sleep on a thick velvet bed at night. There were no pretty maids to warm his bed, and he had to travel with a group of rough men. He was in a bad mood.
There was no velvet bed, no pretty maids to warm his bed. There were only thirty-five muscular bald men who were more than two meters tall. Warm his bed? Unless you wanted to have a taste of being covered by them.
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