"Oh no, why did this guy land?"

"What are you waiting for? Kill him, I've wanted to eat eagle meat. ”

"Anyway, the scout's head is worth a lot of gold, right?"

The natives jumped up, one by one, as if they were staring at the scavenging vultures of the food, and they were too lazy to think about why they had landed in the camp full of enemies, with their barren brains.

"Someone, take me to your Supreme Commander!"

Downton didn't care about this group of guys in the slightest, put away the holy snow falcon, and walked towards the center of the town, and the general headquarters should be in the center of the camp, because the defense is the strongest.

The ogres winked at each other, ignoring Downton's words, and then roared, wielding their tattered hammers and swarming them.

These guys are so poor that they pick up all their weapons, and some even use maces polished from the stakes of whole large trees, and at most a few sharpened stones are tied to them.

Even if Abagun had enough wealth at his disposal, he would not be able to buy military supplies to arm them in a short period of time, and this is the question of substance.

"Haha, the head is mine, die!"

A scarred ogre, with his long legs, was the first to rush in front of Downton, swinging his hammer and smashing it into his head.

In the Dragon Hills, judging whether an indigenous is strong or not, you can know by looking at the weapon, and if you can get iron products, you will definitely be a fierce general born in battle.

Whoa!

The natives on the periphery shouted and cheered for the people, and in their opinion, it was a feast of cats and mice.

Downton didn't dodge or dodge, he exerted force under his feet, and suddenly a dash approached Scarface Ogre. Punch out.

In the eyes of the natives, Downton's fist could not be seen at all, only an afterimage that struck the warhammer and hit Scarface's chest.

When Scarface fell straight up, rolled more than twenty meters away, and smashed a wall. The sound of the wind breaking through the air with a fist came to the roar.

"How is that possible?"

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

"Is he the pinnacle of adjudication?"

The natives were all dumbfounded, and even those who were about to besiege Downton stopped in amazement, Scarface was a fifth-order ruling, and he was actually turned over by someone in a second!

Downton took a step forward, and with a bang, footsteps rang out, and the natives gathered in front of him stepped back in unison.

"What are you afraid of, go up together and release the demon servants. Heaps are piled up to kill him, even that eagle mount can be sold for a lot of gold!"

There were people in the crowd shouting loudly, boosting morale.

Some of the natives who had retreated were once again hideous, but before they could attack, they were suppressed by a roar.

"You're gathering a crowd to make trouble again? Who's taking the lead? Stand up for me, and the others get out, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Dwayne Johnson the Ogre rushed over with a group of centaurs. He took a whip and whipped it when he saw it. I made a pathway, and then I saw Downton standing on the street.

"Master, why are you here?"

The ogre leader with Dwayne Johnson's nickname was stunned for a moment, and then retracted his expression, "Get out of here, didn't you hear?"

"Can't I come?"

Downton frowned slightly, as he noticed that Johnson's expression was unnatural. And it is not right to act, the lord of allegiance should come, for whatever reason, to let his subordinates see him, not drive them away. To say that this guy has no heart, the undead don't believe it.

"No, this is the master's western realm, so naturally you can come at any time!"

Johnson slapped the horses, trying to squeeze out a smile, but when he saw that the ogres were looking at him, he didn't want to lose face, so his expression was awkward.

"Take me to Serex!"

Downton guessed right, Dwayne Johnson had no intention of rebelling, but he was going to fight in court, for more than a year, as the leader of the Ogre Legion, he had been dealing with the natives of the hills, relying on the supplies provided by Abagon, he could be regarded as enjoying the prestige of the master.

Due to the existence of racial contradictions, the natives do not believe in human beings at all, although they are temporarily obedient because of the material relationship, but most of the time they stay under Johnson's management, so they naturally regard him as the boss, as for who the Duke of the West is, they don't care.

Johnson used to have only a few dozen subordinates, and he dared to be a robber to burn, kill and plunder, and his courage was not insignificant, but now he is in charge of nearly 6,000 powerful natives, so he naturally has a new idea.

"I'm also a judge now, and with so many troops, I don't have a chance to fight!"

Johnson followed Downton, staring at his neck unconsciously, and he clearly remembered that before his master left, he was only adjudicating the second order.

"Do you have flowers on my head?

Downton teased.

"No!"

Johnson bowed his head.

"Master, are you back?"

Jackson, dressed in a tight hunting suit, was the first to run out of the mayor's hall, followed by Quasimodo, as Downton's demon servants, they have a soul resonance with their master, as long as they enter a certain range, they can sense each other's save.

"Master, I miss Jackson!"

The ghoul was also a slippery kneeler, prostrate at Downton's feet, and kissed his boots reverently, while Quasimodo was more disciplined and saluted more like a soldier.

Downton wanted to test Jackson's strength and threw a punch at it, but the guy instinctively shrunk his neck, but he didn't dodge, ready to resist.

"What rank, have you been lazy during the time I've been away?"

Downton stopped angrily and kicked Jackson in the ass.

"Hehe, I've been promoted to adjudication, Quasimodo is more powerful, it's already the peak of the adjudication rank, it's ready to accumulate more strength, and then impact the dragon slayer!"

Jackson nodded his head in a debriefing.

"Downton, are you back?" Celess rushed out of the hall and threw herself into Downton's arms with tears of joy, "Woo, you're finally back!"

"Hmm!"

Downton touched Celest's hair, "This time, hard work!"

Hearing this, Celestia felt that the hardships she had endured were worth it, the enemy army was overwhelmed, and Elaine was not there. She has the highest status, and Abagun naturally asks her for anything.

The Banshee of Death wanted to keep Downton's foundation, but she had never experienced such a thing, so she was exhausted, and everyone lost weight several times.

"Alright, let's go inside and talk!"

Downton patted Celes on the back. Motioning for her to let go of herself.

"Hmm!"

Celestia realized that her chest was next to Downton's chest, and felt the hot breath he exhaled on her face, and her neck was suddenly dyed red, and she was embarrassed and shy, and her head was lowered, and her two fingers were habitually twisted together.

Syllable!

Celest's toe kicked on the steps and nearly tripped over.

"Be careful!"

Downton helped Serex and instructed Jackson, "Report all the information you have gathered about the enemy and our troop deployment." ”

"A native, hill legion of ogres, bears, goblins, and a handful of gnolls. Five thousand in number, a thousand human regiments, a thousand orc foreign legions, and a thousand barbarian legions. ”

Jackson pursed his lips and complained loudly, "Not to mention the small number of troops, the morale is also very low, and more importantly." Those ogres are not obedient at all. ”

"Didn't I ask you to train them?"

Downton looked at Quasimodo, as he left. This is the chief instructor of the natives.

"The soldiers are expensive but not too expensive, the ogre is too big, and it takes too many resources to arm one, so I only focused on training a thousand people!"

Quasimodo can't help it, there is too little time. This is still the ogre itself is not bad, if it is replaced by a human, it will only be a year, and it will not even reach the level of going to the battlefield.

"Can loyalty be guaranteed?"

Downton walked into the room and found that it had been set up to look like a war room. A large map hangs on the wall.

"Yes!"

Quasimodo patted his chest and assured that he didn't understand the subtext of his master, but Jackson gave Johnson a vague glance.

"Drink tea!"

Celence was as happy as a little swallow, serving Downton tea and pouring water.

"What about Thyssen and the bones?"

Downton sat down on the throne and waved his hand, "Don't be restrained, you all sit." ”

Johnson subconsciously wanted to sit down, this year, as the head of the natives, he was sitting, others were standing, and now he suddenly changed his identity, which was very uncomfortable, but after seeing Jackson and Quasimodo standing beside him, he reacted and immediately stood up straight.

"Thyssen went to the front line to scout the enemy, and the bones worked overtime in the dungeon to assemble the abomination. ”

Jackson found the battle report and put it in front of Downton, "There was no battle between the large corps, only a few skirmishes, but they were all blocked by Quasimodo and Thyssen with people. ”

"What do you think, just say it!"

Downton flipped through the battle report as he instructed everyone to be casual.

"Master, although there is no shortage of food and clothing, but there are not enough weapons and armor, you can't let us fight with sticks and mallets, right?"

Johnson complained.

"The natives are in your charge, why are they not trained, but basking in the sun?

Downton asked.

"These guys are hard to manage, and it took me a lot of effort to get them to obey. ”

Johnson was interrupted before he could say more.

"I don't listen to excuses, I just look at the results. Downton looked Johnson in the eye, "If you want a weapon, you have to come up with a corresponding record!"

"Master, as long as you are armed, I promise to take them to charge first and repel the enemy for you. ”

Johnson patted his chest and assured.

"I'm afraid I'm taking them with you, right?"

Jackson scoffed.

"What do you mean by that?"

Johnson asked.

"Hmph, you get it. Jackson pointed to the door, "What's the matter with those ogres? These lazy guys don't usually stand guard!"

"Of course, it's for the safety of the owner, by the way!"

Johnson has lived in human countries, so he has a better mouth than those who are purely native.

"How do I see murderous intent in their eyes?" Jackson reminded, "Master, be careful, this guy has changed!" (To be continued......)