The Chief of Rostock looked at the letters brought to him by Billis's messenger. The letters were some orders from Billis. What made Chief of Rostock uncomfortable was that he was not Billis's minister. His lord was the Great Chief of Mecklenburg, the father of Billis who was dying on the sickbed. However, after Momith's death, the hero Kang Tuoyi was framed and lost. The position of the heir to the position of the Great Chief of the Chief of the position of the Great Chief fell on Billis. If Chief of Rostock wanted to have a good life in the future, he would have to ignore Billis' orders, not to mention that Chief of the Rostock, who knew it, did not want to provoke the ruthless Billis.

"My master, what's wrong with you so much?" At this time, a pair of hands stretched out from behind Chief Rostock. The arms were white and soft, but they were different from women's hands, and they were stronger and stronger.

"Hehe, my baby Dick, isn't the self-righteous guy Billis. I haven't been loyal to him yet. He actually ordered me to attack the Germans who invaded Mecklenburg County in the tone of the monarch." The bald chief of Rostock, "chiluo" in his twilight years, was wearing his upper body. His chest was covered with white breasts, and his pamperedness made his muscles loose and his face was covered with a wine-slotted nose.

"Then you should refuse him." He also hugged Chief Rostock from the bed behind him naked, but he was a young Slavic man with fair and handsome face, long millet hair, and even and tight muscles. However, the two of them looked like "qingen". As believers of the Lomwa religion, they advocate nature. Compared with the Catholic ban on chickens and rapes, many Slavic nobles have their own favorite men.

"But what Billis said is right. After the Germans took control of Mecklenburg County, their power gradually grew. According to my spies, Germans immigrated to Mecklenburg County every day." Chief Rostock jumped up from the soft bed. Although he was already in his twilight years, Chief Rostock was also a mighty warrior when he was young. Even now, the male pet hurriedly put on his clothes naked.

"Chief. What are you going to do?" Although the male pet is a man, he is handsome and castrated. He is a Viking purchased by Chief Rostock from the north and soon becomes the heart of Chief Rostock.

"Hey, I haven't been active for a long time. It's time for me, the old guy, to move my muscles. Baby, you can stay in the castle." Chief Rostock kissed the male pet's cheek. He reached out and patted his butt, and walked out of the bedroom with a laugh.

Chief Rostock strode out of the wooden fortress castle. His territory extended into the narrow terrain surrounded by the sea on three sides of the Baltic Sea. The air was always filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze. Chief Rostock stretched his head out of the wooden window. He looked at the drunken soldiers drinking in the castle. The soldiers lay tilted around and fell asleep. Some slaves and servants carried things past them. The dogs raised in the castle licked their vomit beside the soldiers. A strong soldier pressed the female slave into the corner of the wooden house, uncovered the female slave's skirt and shook vigorously.

"Xavier, you energetic male dog, lift your pants. Take your sword, prepare your horse, and don't waste your energy on women. This time, go poke the dirty Germans with your sword." Chief Rostock lay down at the window and roared at the warrior who was venting on the slave. The righteous warrior raised his head and looked at Rostock, lowered his head and roared in his throat. The slave under his body also twitched in a low voice.

"Ah. OK, damn it." Xavier pushed away the female slave under him. He blushed, had short brown hair, two beards on his lips. He stretched out his thick arms and wiped his forehead.

"Quick, stop being too slow." Chief Rostock looked at Xavier's appearance and couldn't help but shake his head. The bravest warrior under his command was always so rebellious, but his force was indeed unquestionable, because he was a hero as famous as Kang Tuoyi.

"Get up quickly. Lazy guys, idiots." Xavier lifted up his pants and tied up the leather belt around his waist. He walked to the tilted soldiers, stretched out his leather boots and kicked them hard on the soldiers, and woke them up.

"What's wrong?" The Slavic soldiers rubbed their eyes and asked Xavier sleepily.

"Take your spear and big shield, the chief is going to fight." Xavier cursed to his men. After a while, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the castle. Chief Rostock rode his horse, and he followed his noble cavalry. These twenty noble cavalry were wearing chain mail and chain mail hoods, and they were wearing sharp battle axes.

"Xavier, I have sent envoys to the town, and soon a hundred medium-sized infantry will meet us anywhere, and the leaders in the tribe will lead heavy infantry and rural light infantry to follow me." Chief Rostock grabbed the reins with his hands. With the help of his followers, he wore armor sewn with leather and iron armor. He held a short pure iron rod in his hand. The head of the rod was smooth and spherical. This blunt weapon could blow the head of the human head and bloodied with a wave, and was also a symbol of Chief Rostock's authority.

"Yes, my chief." Xavier pressed his hand on his chest and bent over to Rostock, then took the reins of a horse from his own hands, then quickly turned over the horse, followed by Chief Rostock out of the castle, followed by soldiers holding spears and large shields. The sound of horns sounded in the tower of the castle, and the melodious sound of horns fluttered in the sky, while Chief Rostock's army lined up in a long snake-like formation, winding out of the castle, and the flag representing Chief Rostock fluttered high.

"Look, Chief Rostock's army." The peasants on the wasteland outside the castle saw the army coming out of the castle and said to each other. The children in the village laughed and followed the army on the grass. In the eyes of innocent children, the arrogant cavalry and the mighty infantry were simply the heroes in their minds, while the peasants looked at the familiar faces. Some women could no longer help but turn around and wipe their eyes. They didn't know that there were many people who could come back alive.

"What's wrong?" asked curiously, the traveler who was selling iron needles and some pickled fish in the village.

"Oh, you don't know. The front of the team is the chief of Rostock County. All the troops in the castle are dispatched. This is a big war." The villagers in the village said to him while selecting the goods from the travel merchant's backpack.

"War, the gods of Lomwa are above, who are you going to fight with? I don't want to be blocked by war in the journey to Willer County." The travel merchant lamented and said, "What merchants fear the most is war. War will block traffic, and chaos will plunder caravans and merchants.

"Don't worry, they are going to trouble the Germans in Mecklenburg County." A village woman with a huge breast said to the traveling merchant with a small piece of fabric.

"How do you know?"

"My lover is the guard of Rostock Castle. When I brought him breakfast, I heard the chief shouting to Xavier to kill the Germans, so it was impossible to attack Willer County." The big-breasted village woman twisted her waist and swayed her hips and said proudly. The others ignored her, but her husband was originally a farmer, but in the autumn, she was eaten by a hungry bear. She became a widow and hooked up with the guards in the castle. She lived a better life than the other farmers in the village.

"Ah, that's good." A look appeared in the eyes of the travel merchant inadvertently, but he quickly concealed the goods he took were rarely seen by farmers. Unlike the caravans with silver coins in the market, he accepted eggs, fur and other bartering methods. Therefore, the travel merchant was very popular with farmers after several trips, but most people only knew that he was a Slav.

"Is there any such fabric?" After plundering, the peasants were very disappointed to see that the fabric with beautiful patterns disappeared, so they asked the travel merchant.

"I only got so much this time, and I will bring more next time." The travel merchant smiled and took the eggs and fur exchanged by the peasant women, stuffed all of these things into his skin. Then he leaned on a wooden stick and stepped on the mud under his feet, and left the village with a smile. A group of chickens waving their wings and clamored and flew to the side. He walked to the dense forest far away from the village with a wooden stick. He looked around carefully and found that there was no one, he took out a small iron cage from his other skin.

"Gugu, Gugu." Inside the cage was an owl. The gray owl stared at the traveling merchant with round eyes, and his sharp mouth moved from time to time. The traveling merchant put on the iron arm ring, opened the cage and reached out to grab the night owl. The owl's sharp claws grabbed the iron ring, and a small iron ring was placed on its left leg.

"The army of Chief Rostock was dispatched, and the target was directed to Mecklenburg County. Lord Wang was ready, and the enemy's army would arrive in four days." The traveling merchant pulled off the linen from his clothes, then took out a small graphite strip. He did not know how to write it. He drew a simple pattern of Chief Rostock's coat of arms on the strip, and then pointed an arrow at the black lion, and at the same time he wrote Arabic numerals in the middle of the arrow. After drawing, he drew a large drop of ink below the strip.
Chapter completed!