"Demons, I won't let you succeed!"
Natives The strong man yelled, and he continued to shoot arrows, but Ryan remained unmoved. The horse under him was able to dodge such arrows.
"Yes, the relationship between your tribe must not be that good, right?"
"Northlands's Winter's Chill are getting closer and closer to the area where you live. The land between tribes is no longer wide. Sometimes in order to chase prey, you will run into the territory of other tribes, right?"
"Under such circumstances, how could conflicts and wars not occur?"
"Our arrival has stopped your war, but if given the chance, the men of those tribes will never mind enjoying your women and using your sons as slaves."
"Let your women bear them sons, and then his sons will call your sons."
"Hide?"
"To be honest, if you hide it, I won't look for it because I can't find it."
"But you know the answer to what I just said."
"We outsiders can't find it, but what about the other Nativess in this world? Can they find it? If they find it, what will they do with the wealth that belongs to you?"
"Your mother might also be walking around, and your father might be killed by them, or he might be killed by us right here."
"You are dead, but your relatives are still alive..."
"Perhaps, they are more miserable alive than you are dead."
"Well... it's hard to say, just in case..."
Ryan's words were ambiguous at first, but every word he said would arouse countless reveries among these Natives warriors.
Often, the worst thoughts in their hearts are the most devastating things.
"You should be able to tell that in my army there are no flags from the enemies you encountered before."
"That noble likes to use war to solve problems, but I don't want too many soldiers to die, whether they are your soldiers or the soldiers behind me."
"Unfortunately, if I can only kill you, I can only pay a small price."
Ryan kept shaking his head, and ahead, Natives no longer shot arrows. They were holding on to their weapons tightly. If they continued to stand, they would probably exhaust all their energy.
The rhythm of their breathing was messed up, and the dense crowd of soldiers outside made their inner panic turn into despair.
Ryan Strike while the iron is hot and give these brainless barbarians a step forward.
"How about this? On behalf of all the nobles behind me, I will make a deal with you."
"I promise that no soldier will break into your tribe or kill your people."
"But as a deal, you need to help us hunt the beasts in Mountain Forest."
"As long as I live, this deal will be fully effective."
Ryan took out the parchment that had been prepared long ago. Knight Retainer behind him pulled out an ox. Ryan chopped it down with a sword, and the ox's blood splashed on the parchment.
"This is your tradition, so let's conclude the contract this way."
"Agree?"
Ryan said loudly, the Knight's Greatsword in his hand flashed with a cold light. As long as Natives continues to refuse, the army behind him will break through this seemingly weak defense.
"We... agree."
As if something beloved was parting with him, the strong man Natives stooped a lot, causing the soldiers to put down their weapons.
Ryan, who turned around, expected to see a group of shocked and admiring eyes, but instead he saw a group of people looking at him like they were ghosts, and they stepped back in unison.
What the hell?
Ryan quickly realized that people in this world are still too simple. Even if nobles are fighting among themselves, they will not really do anything strange, not to mention that these are knights who are fulfilling the spirit of chivalry.
The strongest fortress is often breached from within. This truth is not yet generally recognized.
"Baron Ryan... Did we win?"
Baron Enzo was still a little unbelievable, looking at the Natives soldiers who had slowly opened the door and walked out dejectedly.
In the past, there were examples of subjugation without fighting, but those were between nobles, and it was because of the exchange and compromise of interests that the war was calmed down.
And there are very few examples. The nobles are gentlemanly and at the same time primitive and barbaric, and they like fighting with blood and fire.
Looking back at the Natives soldiers who looked like dead people, Ryan blinked and said:
"What are you doing?"
"It's just a friendly transaction between us. We are equals. It's not that you surrendered or were defeated."
After saying that, Ryan asked curiously:
"Are you going hunting today?"
These Natives looked like they had tied themselves up and surrendered in defeat, which made Ryan think they looked like they had experienced a war.
"Huh?"
A group of Natives men blushed. It took great courage for them to suppress the shame in their hearts, thinking that their failure to die in this war was a blasphemy to Deities.
For this reason, the strong man at the head has lost a lot of prestige.
What happened to what the other party said now? You have already surrendered, and you say we did not lose?
I don't understand?
At this moment, a group of strong men broke the body that they had managed to catch, and they were all in a hurry. They wished that an ant nest appeared on the ground and they could count the number of ants in it.
"I... we... we..."
The leading man blushed and spoke incoherently. At this moment, the voice of Ryan came again.
"Are you going to pick up your relatives hiding in the mountains?"
"Relatives... oh, yes, we are going to bring them back."
Ryan smiled and nodded, turning his head to look at the soldiers behind him.
"What are you still doing? Make way for our friends."
Ryan After saying that, the soldiers were crowded, and soon a road was squeezed out.
A group of Natives barbarians wearing animal skins trembled through the majestic prison-like military formation, and then ran into Mountain Forest as if they were fleeing.
After they left, Baron Enzo came to Ryan and whispered:
"Do you want to wait for them to bring everyone back and then arrest them together?"
Ryan glanced at this Baron, this idea is very wrong.
"How is it possible? I am a noble and I will not use my reputation to frame these Natives."
"When I say it's a transaction, that's a transaction. It's a transaction between all our nobles and these Natives."
After Ryan finished speaking, his eyes were meaningful. He was not doing this to live in harmony with Natives.
But to deal with the upcoming Marquis of Northwind.