Lord of all tribes

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There will always be a group of people in this world who wish to fantasize about some unrealistic things.

Obviously, House is typical of this group.

These people who are good at fantasy are not saying that there is no success, but it can only be said that this ratio is a bit too low.

People who can really climb to the top often have a very low definition of themselves. They grow up slowly invisibly, and their existence is to complete a certain mission.

They have a fixed and realistic goal, and wait until this goal is achieved before setting a new and foreseeable goal.

The gray-robed man didn't seem to have said much from the beginning to the end. Even if Carol exposed his identity, he didn't choose to justify or reprimand him.

He seemed to have turned into a puppet during this period of time, leaving only the instinct to move, but lost the ability to think.

Earl Jon couldn't understand what the gray-robed man was thinking, and House also didn't have this ability. Only Carol glanced at the gray-robed man from time to time, and then showed a secret smile.

The overall pattern is fairly harmonious.

At least not directly to the point of blushing.

Everyone's eyes continued to return to the battlefield. At this moment, under the leadership of Mikir, a thousand heavy infantry in heavy armor had gradually approached the tower of Garadi City.

They arrogantly raised their butcher knives, trying to knock down this low-lying city wall in the most explosive way.

On the first day of contact, the high-moralized Wobe Fortress army defeated the Galady army guarding the city wall with a tough attitude.

Seeing more and more soldiers of his own side enter the city wall of Garadi, Mikil, who was commanding the battle not far away, showed a smile as he should.

He thought that he had paid too much attention to the Galatia leader before, thinking that he could bring some surprises to himself. Who would have thought that it would be the same, vulnerable to a single blow.
Mikkel laughed heartily a few times, looking very proud.

Indeed, he has this qualification to be proud of. Over the years, almost all the defenders of Wobe Fortress have been trained by him himself. On weekdays, Viscount Carroll gave orders when he needed combat command, but he really commanded tens of thousands of troops calmly on the battlefield. It's still him Mikkel!

If he was born in a noble family, he doesn't need to be too noble, just an earl's family is enough.

Then, relying on his ability, Mikil felt that now he should be planning hundreds of thousands of troops in the entire kingdom, not just the tens of thousands of regular troops of the kingdom who are here to fiddle with the Wobe Fortress.

Of course, this is an unrealistic fantasy. Every time Mikel starts to fantasize, he will choose to stop it immediately. In his mind, fantasy is not allowed, because it will erode his sanity and change his mind. Don't think about making progress!
Everything should be fought for with both hands!
I may not be a direct descendant of those noble families, but I can make my children be.

Mikil is a very self-disciplined person. He seldom shows some exaggerated expressions, because he wants to establish a harsh commander-in-chief image and lead the army, and it is still an elite army, which is not as simple as imagined.

During those years at the Military Academy, for Mikkel, apart from getting to know more people from the upper echelons of the kingdom, the biggest gain was actually forging his fortitude and tenacity.

This is his hope and guarantee along the way.

Viscount Carroll is a shrewd 'businessman', he will not let his efforts go to waste.

The reason why he cultivated Mikil was because Mikil could create more benefits for him.

Facts have proved that this always wise Lord Viscount did not choose the wrong person.

Mikel declared with practical actions that he is indeed a capable person.

The war once reached its climax.

After a thousand heavy armored infantrymen successively entered the low-lying walls of Garadi City, Mikil's expression gradually relaxed.

As long as they could gain a firm foothold on the city wall, the [-] light infantry who followed would be able to support them in a short time, completely pulling away the advantage and not giving the enemy a chance to breathe.

Mikil's plan is perfect, he has deduced it countless times in his heart, just to be safe, because he knows that the consequences caused by a little mistake are not something he can bear.

He knows his position, Viscount Carroll can cultivate him, let him go all the way to where he is today, and he can also kick him into the abyss with one kick, he must complete everything that Viscount Carroll does order, because he has no right to choose.

The continuous retreat of the Garrades led the heavy armored soldiers of the Wobe Fortress to become more and more rampant. At the beginning, they could form a certain formation in groups of three or five. After most of the heavy armored soldiers climbed onto the city wall, they I have been fascinated by the lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of me.

Amidst the cheers of their generals, they abandoned the so-called formation and chose to charge at full speed.

The [-] light infantry who had been following them were about to approach the city wall of Garadi City at this time. Gradually, it seemed that this low-lying city wall was really vulnerable.

This is the time!
Luo Lin gave a soft drink, his eyes became hot and deep.

Not long after he yelled softly, the Dragon Guards who had been gathering around him took the lead in charging.

Dozens of high-level combat forces shot together, and their momentum was quite majestic.

Immediately afterwards, the puppet team launched a battle towards the enemy in front of them under the command of Luo Lin's mind, and then, the barbarians, the magic sword guard
All of a sudden, the elite troops led by Garadi came out, covering the entire inner city wall of Garadi City in an instant, and collided with a thousand heavily armored soldiers of Wobe Fortress who had already arrived on the city wall.

Even though, the thousands of heavily armored soldiers in Wobe Fortress are powerful, and all of them are wearing heavy armor enough to protect against crossbow shooting. Coupled with long-term training, such an army is worthy of the title of elite.

In the northwest of this vast kingdom, they should be a symbol of invincibility in any lord's territory, even the city of Versilia is no exception.

It's a pity that it is doomed that the Galactic leader cannot be regarded with common sense.

More than 100 puppets of the fifth and sixth ranks are enough to collapse the heavy armored soldiers in front of them, let alone a squad of barbarians. The visual impact of the strong bodies of the barbarians is too strong. Their wolves Hitting these heavily armored soldiers with tooth sticks often makes them retreat more than ten meters, and then falls heavily, vomiting blood.

The heavy armor they were proud of became like thin paper in the hands of these people in front of them, without the slightest deterrent effect, and the weird puppets could even deform the heavy armor on them with bare hands!
The sense of horror spread quickly around the heavily armored soldiers.

(End of this chapter)