Warhammer Wizard

On the airship, Ren saw Sicarius dancing and speaking.

He didn't listen to the voice of all things, but he could see that the expression of the patriarch Marius was constantly changing, stern, dignified, surprised, puzzled, etc. From time to time, he asked Sicarius some questions, and he couldn't help it. Looking up at the airship, his eyes are very complicated.

"The Primarch... Modu... Wezeland... Earl of Glamorgan, Boss... Rambo's Spear... Fire Dragon..." Some words came out of Sicarius' mouth.

Beside Marius, the other Macragge exclaimed.

But Marius frowned.

Ren saw that the color of his soul was changing rapidly, like a big dye vat, with excitement and shock, but also hesitation and worry. Obviously, he thought more than the average Macragge.

After Sicarius finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

The reaction of the patriarch made Sicarius realize that something was wrong, and the three Ultramarines who descended on the dragon looked at each other. They had been in the empire for many years and knew more than the clansmen who stayed on the plateau, and vaguely guessed something about Marius. idea.

"Patriarch?"

Sicarius asked cautiously: "Can the airship be brought down? The boss and the brothers are all on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome to go home." Marius glanced at the airship and smiled: "I also want to know your boss, what kind of hero is he who can make you admire him so much."

"Boss he..."

Sicarius still wanted to blow a few words for Renn, but was touched by Tyrion from behind, and quickly changed his words: "I'll tell the airship to come down."

As he said that, he jumped on the fiery dragon and soared into the air.

After a while, the airship slowly landed on the platform on top of the huge rock in the city under the watchful eyes of the Macragg people in the entire city.

The door to the cargo hold opened, and Ultramarines in enchanted armor came out one by one.

They were divided into two rows. The two extreme fighters at the head held battle flags more than four meters high. On the jet-black metal flagpole, there was a blood-stained red square flag flying. In the middle was a golden emblem with a crescent moon and a warhammer crossed. , The edge of the flag is surrounded by a golden wheat ear pattern. The overall pattern is simple and clear, which is unforgettable at a glance.

boom! boom! boom……

The sound of heavy footsteps was uniform, like a thunderous war drum, beating on the hearts of every Macragge who was watching.

Even though there are only less than thirty people, and they know that they are their own clansmen, this powerful aura still shocks the Macragg people who have never left the plateau. .

With a bang, the two rows of extreme warriors stood facing each other, like a tall steel barrier.

Then, people saw a young human appear.

He was wearing close-fitting silver light armor, with a strong and tall figure, extremely handsome appearance, with a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hanging around his waist, and a large blood-red cloak behind him.

By the standards of the Macragge people, this young human was so thin and weak that it was inferior to even the minors in the clan. However, no one dared to underestimate him when he appeared in such a majestic battle.

Ren was walking in the middle of the two rows of extreme warriors, a breeze blew, and the cloak fluttered and squeaked.

Marius's eyelids twitched. As a legend, his perception was many times sharper than that of the clansmen. He just looked at him twice, and he sensed a powerful pressure on the human body, which seemed to be covered by the cloak. Really see the bottom line.

He greeted him and said loudly, "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to Astarte."

While speaking, the barbarian patriarch stretched out his big hand.

"Lord Marius." Ren also stretched out his right hand, two hands that were nearly three times different in size clasped together, making a crisp sound.

However, the two of them did not intend to compete, and they separated after a little test.

"Lord Lord is really young and promising!" Marius said, half flattering and half sigh, "I heard Sicarius just now, I thought Lord Lord was at least forty or fifty years old, I didn't expect that Being young makes me feel old."

"Please call me Ren." Ren replied with a smile: "I have heard about the prestige of the patriarch from Sicarius for a long time, and I finally saw it today. I am ashamed of the strength of the patriarch."

"Really?" Marius was noncommittal.

The two said a few polite words to each other, and the scene looked peaceful.

Ren sighed secretly in his heart, the patriarch of Macragge did not particularly welcome his arrival, and was even a little wary.

Thinking differently is actually understandable.

The purpose of his visit to Astarte was to recruit more Ultramarines, but the entire Macragg clan had only more than 3,000 people in total, half of them were male, and the remaining half were females as fighting strength as males, but they had no primarch. Symbiotic talent.

After subtracting the immature children, there are actually only about 1,000 Macragg people who can become Ultramarines.

If they were recruited, even if only half of them were taken away, the overall strength of the Macragg tribe would be severely damaged, and they would lose their footing on the plateau.

As the patriarch, Marius, of course, did not want to see such a thing happen.

Ren thought to himself that he had no plan to recruit so many extreme warriors, and he couldn't bear the interference of so many symbiotes, and he also prepared compensation conditions for the tribe.

It's not the time to talk about the conditions when you are new here, you can talk about it later.

Ren waved his hand and turned back: "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, boss."

The Ultramarines responded in unison, returned to the airship's cargo hold, and removed heavy wooden boxes one by one. Within a few minutes, they piled up on the platform as high as a hill, at least several hundred boxes.

Ren said: "Patriarch, I heard that Macragge has been under threat and is in urgent need of supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some daily clothes and seasonings, which are not worth much. It is my gift to the tribe, and I thank Sicarius for their service to me and relieve them of their worries."

Several Ultramarines opened a batch of boxes in public.

The box is filled with fine armor tailored for the Macragg people, there are five hundred sets in total, as well as matching two-handed greatswords, and three thousand javelins made of black steel.

In addition, there are two large boxes of healing potions, anti-poison potions, and so on.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the Macragge people onlookers gleamed, and Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "For all Macragge people, I thank the Lord for the gift."

In fact, he really wanted to refuse, but this batch of supplies was too much, which the tribe desperately needed.

Ren said that it was not worth much, and Marius knew very well that it was worth at least 50,000 gold shields. He had no connections in the empire, and money could not buy it.

And not counting the shipping cost, it was sent all the way to the Sain Plateau, which shows Renn's intentions.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down and sent them to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged for people to hold a welcome banquet for Ren.

Ren breathed a sigh of relief and was short-handed. Marius' acceptance of this batch of supplies was a good start.

He said to the Ultramarines: "You are all home, disband on the spot."

Only then did the Ultramarines take off their helmets, revealing their faces to recognize the clansmen, and screaming in surprise, calling out their names.

"Gron!"

"Kivat... Gilman is on top, you've changed so much, I didn't even recognize it..."

"It turned out to be your boy, Baredi. I was really surprised."

"Hahaha, didn't expect it?" The Ultramarines were very excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, and sharing the experience of their empire while going to their homes.

Their words were inseparable from the boss, that is, Ren.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, his eyes full of helplessness.

These clansmen who returned from the empire have completely fallen to their primarch, and they are also Ren's best propagandists in the clan.

Marius sighed, knowing that it would be difficult for him to stop Ren's recruitment of his tribe.

There is so much that Ren can give!

The first is power. Sicarius, Tyrion and Otto are the best role models. All three of them have been promoted to legends. You must know that there have been no legends in the tribe for decades. Others follow Ren All of his clansmen also became high-ranking warriors, which was a miracle.

The second is equipment, whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo spear mentioned by Sicarius, they are all weapons and equipment that the clansmen dream of. Especially Rambo's gun, although I haven't seen its power with my own eyes, I can feel its power from Sicarius' description.

Finally, there is glory. Ren is a famous hero in the empire. Ultramarines follow him to fight. In the future, he will become a world-famous super legion and leave a glorious page in history.

Others include flying dragon mounts, generous salaries, and a good life in Modu. Almost no clan can resist such temptations.

Marius felt very powerless.

He looked at Ren, the young human lord ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mysterious, powerful, and with an amazing background. He seemed to be shrouded in a fog that could not be seen through, and there were countless secrets hidden in the depths.

"Lord Lord is really a good way." Marius said with a complicated mood.

"Your Excellency the Patriarch." Ren saluted his chest with sincerity on his face, "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no malice towards the Macragge tribe. The affairs of the tribe are mine; the enemy of the tribe is My enemy. Wren Augustus will always be an ally of the Macragge!"

When Marius heard the words, his expression softened slightly.

However, he did not agree on the spot. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I hope the Lord can do what he says, but forming an alliance is not a trivial matter, and it is not something I can decide. Please rest in the tribe and wait for the news.".

Ren was a little surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Macragge is very simple, the strong are respected, and the patriarch Marius has the final say. Why can't he make a decision?