Chief Rostock looked around him dejectedly. There were only more than 200 defeated soldiers around him. At this time, he escaped from the pursuit of the Javelin Cavalry. They were glad that they were reborn after the disaster. Many Slavs lost their direction, and some fled straight to their hometown. There were only more than 200 people gathered around Chief Rostock. In addition, most of the baggage and supplies were lost, and morale was already extremely depressed.

"It seems that the only way to return to the territory and make plans." Chief Rostock wiped his face and thought he was perfect, but he was defeated in Mecklenburg Castle. Even his bravest warrior Xavier was defeated. At this time, there were only 200 soldiers left. If Aruod brought his army to pursue him, Chief Rostock knew very well that he would lose.

In the burned village that had temporarily settled, it suddenly started to rain. The only cowshed with only half of the roof was ticking. Chief Rostock looked up and looked at it. The cold rain fell on his face. The damn Germans burned the village. Now he and his soldiers could only tremble in the rain, enduring the hunger and cold, but this was better than sleeping in the wilderness.

Just when Chief Rostock and his soldiers didn't know how to spend the night, there was a joyous and lively scene in Mecklenburg Castle. After a fierce battle, people gathered in the lord's hall, sat together for a sumptuous dinner, and told each other about the dangers on the battlefield. Many people bragged to the women hiding in the tower.

"Harvey, your friends will receive my reward, and I will give them a piece of land in Mecklenburg County. But in return they must join the Blood Drop Brotherhood, under your jurisdiction. As an independent band of bands," Aroud said to Harvey, who was sitting next to him. He had always adopted an uncompromising attitude towards bandits, but a bandit gang that turned into a surprise at a critical moment, Aroud realized that it was an important addition to his strength.

"What if they don't agree?" Harvey asked Arod with a smile, but she glanced at the bald man sitting with ordinary soldiers for dinner.

Arod did not answer Harvey's question. He picked up a large piece of bacon and then cut it hard with a meat-cutting knife. This action is self-evident. Those who do not obey Arod's authority will become the meal on the plate and be eaten.

"Mr. Earl, Chief Rostock and his men seem to remain in our territory. Do you need to send troops to search and expel them?" Julian received a report from the Javelin Cavalry, and the dispersed Slavs seemed to be gathering again. If they obtain support from Rostock County, they may make a comeback.

"I'm not worried about this. The moment Chief Rostock left his lair, he was destined to die." Harvey took a sip of honey wine, her face slightly rosy. She gently scratched the wooden table with her fingers and said to Arod.

"Oh?" Arud looked at Harvey's face and narrowed his eyes. It seemed that this woman had some information, but Arud didn't plan to ask now.

The information of Julian and Harvey was correct. Chief Rostock was unwilling to fail like this. He led his army to retreat to the border, where was the junction of Mecklenburg County and Rostock County. Chief Rostock thought very well, and he was waiting for reinforcements and supplies from Rostock County. His messengers had already gone to pass the command, and as long as they persisted for a while, they could recover their vitality.

In fact, Chief Rostock didn't wait long. A team full of food and one hundred soldiers arrived at the camp in the early morning of the third day. Looking at the load of food and reinforcements, the camp made a long-lost cheer. They had been out of food for several days and some injured war horses were killed.

"My master, you are suffering." Chief Rostock's male pet looked at the chief's haggard appearance and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands. After Chief Rostock issued orders to the leaders who were loyal to him in the territory, he did not expect that the first person to support him was his male pet.

"You came too timely, baby." Chief Rostock hugged the male pet's slender waist and cried bitterly as if a child. He seemed to want to vent his grievances all over his body.

"My poor Chief, you need some comfort." The male pet said, then kissed Chief Rostock's forehead, and untied the leather straps of the chief's trousers all the way down, and buried his head between the chief's two quintes.

"Oh, um, hum." Chief Rostock's face mixed with complex expressions of pain and joy, and his wine-slot nose seemed to be even more red and shiny.

"My poor chief, you need something special." The male pet raised his head, looked at the chief charmingly with his blue eyes, and then took off his top to reveal his fair skin.

"Ah, baby." Chief Rostock growled excitedly, but the male pet fled from him like a loach. The chief followed him closely, and the two chased in the dense forest. The male pet made a giggle laugh and seduced the chief like a charming banshee in the middle of the night. Chief Rostock reached out and pushed away the dense branches blocking him, with a blank smile on his face.

"Come on."

"Baby, I've caught you. I've never played this kind of game before." Chief Rostock looked at the male pet leaning against a big tree and exposed his upper body. He was so excited that he also peeled off his leather armor, revealing his loose muscles and white chest hair, and opened his arms to walk towards the male pet.

"Swoosh." Suddenly, a sound of arrow breaking through the air sounded, and Chief Rostock was shocked. He had been fighting for many years and certainly understood the meaning of this sound, but he only felt a sharp pain in his shoulders.

"Who, who attacked me?" An arrow pierced his shoulder, blood flowing down the wound, Chief Rostock knelt on one knee, and he shouted to the surrounding bushes and jungles.

"It's me." A woman's voice sounded, and an archer wearing a gray cloak walked out from behind a tree. She took off her hood while walking, revealing her long red hair and a young and beautiful Slavic girl.

"You, you are Marty, the daughter of Momis. Why do you appear here?" Chief Rostock was shocked. He didn't understand why Marty attacked him. After Momis' death, his territory, Wielle County, was inherited by his daughter Marty. The girl was young and had no experience in war, so even Billis was disdainful.

"You Billis' lackey, didn't expect it." Marty looked coldly at Chief Rostock, who was kneeling on the ground and gradually bleed and weak, slowly walked to him, threw down the bow in his hand, and instead pulled out a short dagger from his waist.

"I did what you asked me to do. Can you let me go now? I can't see this bloody scene." The male pet shrugged and said to Marty.

"For you." Marty took off a heavy wallet around her waist and threw it to the male pet. After taking it, the male pet opened it and nodded with satisfaction.

"No, don't leave me behind." Chief Rostock reached out to the male pet, his hand stained with his blood, but the male pet just blinked at him and couldn't leave.

"Diet, anyone who becomes Billis's lackey will die." Marty kicked Chief Rostock to the ground with a kick, and then cut a deep wound hard on his throat with a dagger.
Chapter completed!