Realm of Power

"Sir, we don't need those crappy daggers. We have our own sharp hunting knives. Those bulky javelins are not suitable for us. We have sharp arrows stained with demon blood. As long as we have enough arrowheads, we can shoot through everything. The enemy's throat!" Hunter leader Crolisat found Du Yu who was about to return to the hall.

As the leader of a mountain hunter, Crolisat has been leading his tribe of mountain hunters to hunt in the nearby mountains. Recently, he heard that the local lord had posted a summons for a high bounty and led more than a dozen of his tribe to hunt. A famous hunter came to earn a bounty. Winter was coming, and the money was enough to help his tribe survive the cold winter.

"Demon blood?" Du Yu looked at the muscular hunter leader Crolisate in front of him and was stunned. What is the demon blood in the mouth of this hunter leader? , are there really monsters in this world? After coming here for a few months, Du Yu didn't find that this world was not much different from his original world, at least there were no mysterious things beyond his cognitive scope.

"This is demon blood. We hunters usually carry some with us. As long as the arrows are infected with demon blood before the battle, the enemy hit by the arrowhead will have the injured part chopped off even if he does not die." Hunter leader Ke Luo Lisat saw the astonished look on Du Yu's face, took out a long hollow wooden barrel from his waist, and opened the cork plugging the mouth of the barrel. The pungent burnt smell coming from there made Du Yu sad. frowned.

Seeing Du Yu staring at the small barrel of demon blood with a strange expression on his face, Crolisate couldn't help but smile. Crolisate didn't know that Du Yu was already very excited.

The familiar pungent smell made Du Yu, who would faint at the smell of gasoline in his previous life, feel nauseous. However, Du Yu still resisted the nausea, took the small wooden barrel from Crolisate's hand, and took the small wooden barrel from the barrel. Pour out some black glue-colored liquid and smell it.

Yes, this is the smell of raw tar. I didn’t expect that there was oil exposed on the surface in the mountains near here. I couldn’t help but asked anxiously, “Is there any oil exposed on the surface of the Devil’s Valley, with boiling black liquid and four seasons?” Continuous flame eruption?"

"Sir, how do you know! Do you also know about the Devil's Valley? That is a place only us mountain hunters can reach." Crolisat looked at Du Yu with a panicked expression. The Devil's Valley in the hunter's mouth is The biggest secret of the hunter tribe is that it is said to be the place where the world and hell are connected. Does this legendary lord also know about that place?

"I will give you 100 gold coins, and you will prepare 500 barrels within half a month. These are small wooden barrels that you can carry with you just now. They should be filled with the magic blood you mentioned!"

"Really? Sir, are you sure what you need is demon blood?" Du Yu's words made Crolisate shout out in surprise,

Many nobles I had come into contact with in the past had already angrily cursed the hunters as minions of the devil just when they heard the hunters contaminating arrowheads with demon blood. It was even less likely that Du Yu would show such great interest in demon blood.

"Yes, it's the magic blood you're talking about! I'll keep this bucket as a sample to prevent you from cutting corners for me." Du Yu closed the cork of the small wooden bucket, although Crolisate looked a little reluctantly as Du Yu took it. The little wooden bucket was thrown in, but I still went down happily.

"With this raw tar, I will be able to organize a phalanx infantry capable of throwing incendiary bombs. By then, no matter what heavy knights or elite infantry you are, you will be turned into a roasted pig..." Du Yu used his hand He weighed the small wooden bucket in his hand and heard the "gurgling" sound of liquid sloshing inside. He couldn't help but feel satisfied and drifted away.

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"Raise your shield, advance three steps! Stab!" Under Statunko's command, 200 peasant soldiers lined up in ten rows on the castle playground uniformly raised their giant shields, forming a tight shield wall towards them. Although these peasant soldiers have only been trained for more than half a month, they already have the flavor of a regular army.

"Everyone remember, when you are twenty meters away, throw your javelin. When you are two meters away, draw your dagger and stab your body. No matter life or death, stab ten times in a row. You are not allowed to look back until the stabs are full." Statunko said to the peasants Bing screamed loudly, these standardized action breakdowns and standards were thought up by the idiot lord whom he despised.

Although Statunko believes that an outstanding warrior should be a brave and capable warrior, rather than a soldier who only knows how to perform unified actions according to instructions,

But I have to admit that for these farmers who have never been on the battlefield, the various fighting skills that I have taught them carefully are not as memorable as the few simple assassination moves taught by the idiot lord.

"Sir, on the battlefield, if we really just follow the instructions, we can survive and get rewarded?"

Although Statunko was still a teenager, when the peasant soldiers knew that this disabled boy with a slight limp was once a retinue knight who fought with the most ferocious Kujit cavalry in the north, no one dared to look down on this all-time leader. The adjutant screamed loudly at him with a grimace.

"Yes, as long as you follow the method taught by the lord, I believe you will come back with lots of gold coins."

As the departure time approached, the dozen peasant soldiers who gathered around him during the break asked Statunko anxiously. The eager and eager eyes made Statunko, who had always been tough-minded, have to go against his will. After nearly a month of training, Statunko found that he had a sense of trust in these peasant soldiers he had trained.

Statunko didn't say it clearly, but he also knew that this time he was going to attack the Locke barbarians occupying the western mountains. According to this training method, he might be able to get an advantage from those barbarians who had no fighting skills. If they were to fight against the northern The Kugit Rangers would have no choice but to wait for death.

"I wonder how the hunters in the mountainous areas have been trained by the adults?" Statunko looked at the scorching sun above his head. In the corner of the side wall of the castle in the distance, dozens of mountain hunters who had been recruited were sitting there. Under the command of the fat idiot lord, they practiced shooting. I really don’t know what the lord has to do to train these hunters who have been hunting and archery since childhood.

Due to the relatively remote isolation, Statunko did not notice that all the hunters’ arrowheads were wrapped in a small package, and the original arrowheads were hidden inside.

Due to the changes in the original sharp arrowheads, these hunters are still unable to control the new arrowheads very accurately. They often shoot in all directions due to insufficient estimation of the strength and wind speed.

This led these hunters, who were proud of their superb archery skills, to call this special arrowhead the "Wanderer's Arrow."

Although the hunters are still unable to accurately grasp the arrowheads used to launch tar bombs, Du Yu was very satisfied when he saw the arrowheads that could fly nearly a hundred meters.

This is originally a range attack weapon. As long as the arrow collides with the target, the tar packet will be pierced by the sharp arrow inside, and the tar inside will scatter. When coupled with the rocket fired from behind, the tar will cause The raging fire that cannot be extinguished can definitely catch the enemy off guard and suffer heavy losses.

"How are you preparing the supplies? We will set off in a few days." Du Yu returned to the bedroom and looked through the list of supplies sent by the old housekeeper.

According to the custom of the kingdom, the nobles' army must bring ten days' worth of food to the assembly area. During these ten days, the nobles are considered to be serving His Majesty the King, so they must bring all their own food and necessary supplies.

But after ten days, the king had to bear the food of all the noble armies himself, so the king's war never lasted long, and the longest one only lasted 98 days.

The thousands of noble troops who gathered that time not only ate up His Majesty the King's food, but also moved a lot of royal belongings to use as food to pay debts.

This system effectively limits His Majesty the King's right to recruit lords from various places at will. It can be said that it has contributed a lot to the stability of the kingdom.

"We have prepared food for 200 people for twenty days. Tomorrow I will ask the kitchen to move the pickled food onto the supply carriage. Just now the patriarch of the Keslato family came with his two daughters. I have arranged them in the guest room of the castle. I wonder if you are free to meet them in person?" The old housekeeper's eyes flickered as he looked at Du Yu who was looking through the list, and his hesitant look made Du Yu curious.

The old butler rarely arranged his own itinerary on his own initiative, but this time he unexpectedly asked if he wanted to see the other party's messenger. This was an obvious hint that there was something he couldn't say.

"The Keslato family? What's the matter with them? Take me to see them." Du Yu still has some memories of the Keslato family. It was a small lord on the edge of his territory, and he only took care of a few small lords. The village is only a minor lord in terms of title, which is far from being a marquis.

"I think they may be here to discuss an engagement." Seeing the confused expression on his young master's face, the old housekeeper looked at Du Yu hesitantly. The old housekeeper's words made Du Yu, who had just stood up, stand there blankly.

"Marriage contract? Who does the Keslato family have a marriage contract with?" Du Yu looked at the old housekeeper with an embarrassed face in confusion. This sudden appearance of a poor relative really surprised Du Yu, who thought he was still the "Diamond King"

"Last year, when the master was seriously ill, he decided to make a marriage contract for the young master with the nearby Keslato family. Although this aroused great opposition within the family, the master still insisted on entering into an engagement with the Keslato family. Engagement," the old housekeeper explained with a pale face.

In fact, Du Yu understood as soon as he thought about it. In order to prevent his idiot son from becoming a controlling puppet of the woman's family in the future, the old father in this body resolutely made an appointment with the Keslato family, the most impoverished family nearby. A marriage contract, so that even if the daughter of the Keslato family becomes the mistress of the Falcon family, she will not be able to fully control the entire family because she is not of noble birth.

This is probably also a kind of helpless fatherly love.

"Since it was decided by Father, please make arrangements and I will receive them grandly in the hall tomorrow!" Du Yu waved his hand to the old housekeeper. This made Du Yu feel that his thinking was a bit messed up. It turned out that he was in this world. There is also a future wife.

"Okay, I'll tell Lord Keslato right now. I think his two daughters will be very happy." The old butler breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since the young master recovered from his idiotic state to what he is now, he has a special knowledge of this door. The old housekeeper was really unsure whether the meaningful engagement could continue.

"You haven't told me yet, which one am I engaged to be engaged to?" Du Yu asked, looking at the old housekeeper who was about to bow down and exit his bedroom.

The old butler looked at Du Yu with a strange expression, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, "Young Master, the one I have arranged for you is a sister from the Keslato family!"