Chapter 113 Declaration of War from the Principality  (2)

Old John's ignorance and the act of sending the priest to release the doves really made Joan of Arc feel a little unhappy.

In fact, there are not a few wars between alliances, and the church is usually in the middle, accusing or persuading a country that does not abides by the alliance treaty.

But Joan of Arc didn't think about it. Just such verbal reprimands were beaten up when fighting with children. It was no difference when he went home to ask adults for help. Moreover, in the past, the church always stood between two countries, but this time it was just a civil war in the Principal of Edfran. No matter how much the church boasted, it would be unreasonable to interfere in the internal affairs of a country.

What's more, Old John had already made it clear when he left that when Yang Dashuan had not become the king of the Principality of Edfran, he could not stand up and say a word to help Lao Yang.

"That's not OK!" Joan of Arc's cheeks were bulging high, and he stamped his feet in anger. "Dad, can't let us go, right? Didn't he say he wanted to send a pastor to our place? April is coming soon, why haven't I seen a figure yet?"

Yang Dashuan wiped his nose awkwardly, "Actually they have come."

"Have you been here?" Leren was stunned for a long time, and looked at the empty church, unable to believe it. "Why didn't I see them?"

"You are busy that day, and I didn't have time to call you. The priests came a lot, and they stayed in our territory for a while before leaving. They said they were going to the Elf Empire and the Tribe, and they said there was something else. Roger was not there at the time, so I didn't stop them. Those who were going to send slaves to escort them were also rejected." Alice was embarrassed. "I originally wanted to tell you that I was too busy."

"What should we do?" Joan of Arc was anxious.

It is probably enough for a total of ten soldiers from the regiment to sweep across the entire wasteland.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here. I don't believe that those little bastards can come to our territory to make trouble." Yang Dashuan seemed relaxed.

In fact, he wasn't too worried.

Long before he arrived at the wasteland, he had heard about how fierce and united the robbers here were. Although he had not seen it at all, it did not mean that the robbers were really useless.

At least they know better than humans that their lips are dead and their teeth are colder.

"Master, don't worry!" Da Taibao looked at the three wives who seemed a little nervous in the face of the war and interrupted. "To be honest, those human armies may not be able to come to our territory intact!"

"Why?" Joan of Arc asked hurriedly.

Thirty thousand human soldiers can easily erase any tribe on the wasteland. Why don’t these slaves seem too worried?

"Master, madam. I dare to make a promise with you. If these 30,000 people arrive in our territory, they will probably not even be left." Da Taibao pounded his chest and looked at the wife with a puzzled look. Then he explained the reason. "Although the robbers on the wasteland usually do not interfere with the river, they will join forces at some point."

"For example, it's this time?" Yang Dashuan raised his eyebrows. This was really unexpected news.

"Yes, lord!" The big taiwan nodded repeatedly. "Humans can be said to often send troops to the wasteland, but they usually only wander around the edge for two or three days before leaving."

Leren looked at Da Taibao, a little puzzled.

She really didn't understand why these humans were so bored. She could kill the robbers in one go, but she only chose to wander around the edge of the wasteland for two or three days. Isn't this a waste of money and a thankless effort?

When Leren told Yang Dashuan about this, Old Yang was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about it. "I said you are a little tender, but you don't believe it yet, and you don't even know this."

"You understand!" Alice wrinkled her nose angrily, and the wrinkles on the tip of her nose seemed to have ripples in the spring water.

"The Human Alliance and the Bemon tribe have been in peace for more than 50 years, and the elves have been in the Nanyao Forest without getting involved in the war. There are some high-powered officials in every country, and they also want to promote their children. But if there is no merit, what should we do? The fastest place to get meritorious is the army. Join the army and go around the wasteland for a round or two, and cut off the heads of a few robbers. This is a great merit..."

"It's so dark!" Joan of Arc covered his mouth.

"Hmph, with such a human army, as long as our tribal warriors successfully cross the Suplati River, they can kill the last round and round in the alliance without any obstacles." Alice yelled and praised herself.

"Big Taibao, keep talking!" Leren waved his hand to signal the centaur to continue. "Why, sometimes the robbers will join forces?"

"Madam, the master is right. If the human army just wants to earn some merit, no one will be stupid enough to fight with the powerful human army. But if these armies are preparing to slaughter the natives of the wasteland, no one will be happy. At that time, the robbers on the wasteland will unite and drive the human army out of the wasteland." Otabo said respectfully.

"So as long as we release the news that the human army is coming, the robbers on the wasteland will naturally help us resist those guys!" Yang Dashuan slapped his thigh and was happy on the spot. "So, let Bru do these things. He is a bear goblin, and the bear goblins account for the majority in this wasteland."

"Master, that knight has spoken." said Otabo.

The name of this human knight is Bardo, and he is the son of Count Kefir.

Earl Kefire is a famous lewd in the Principality of Edfran. Most of the women in the upper noble circle have been slept with by him. Because of the strong family, her husband, who was cuckolded, had no courage to trouble Count Kefire at all. In addition, the women who had slept with Earl Kefire thought that this old man was more romantic, so the news spread more and more in the aristocratic circle, and finally reached the ears of the Regent's concubine.

A love of dusk began vigorously underground.

In the Principality of Edfran, Count Kefire is not only powerful, but also very rich.

His title was bought by Kefier's great-grandfather with money. Kefier was the richest merchant in the Principality of Edfran, and he controlled the largest Basha merchant group in the Principality of Edfran. Almost most of the merchants in the Principality of Edfran would wear the Kefran family's emblem on the cuffs - a scale with gold on the left and weights on the right.

Although Kefir is an abnormal **, it is worth sixty and there is only one son.

Because the family's titles were not hereditary, he planned to do something for his son, such as letting him experience it in the army and get an orthodox official position. Bado, this naughty young man, didn't know how to be tall and strong, and his son Kefiel belittled Yang Dashuan to a level that he could no longer belittle him, so he rode alone to the territory.

"Is it fun?"

Bardo, who was driven by two ogres, was thrown at Yang Dashuan's feet.

It can be seen that the Rosa beasts in the cafe are very suitable for his taste, and their faces are full of unsatisfactory expressions.

This young man is only in his twenties, probably not Kefir's species. Until Bardo, who was thrown to the ground, recovered, Yang Dashuan continued to ask, "Do you feel good?"

Bardo dared not lie either.

He had also seen the methods of slaves in the territory. For the sake of his life, Bardo still nodded honestly.

"Bah, it's so naughty." Joan of Arc blushed, spat, and pulled Alice and Leren out of the house. "Rogue, this kind of person teaches me a good lesson!"

Yang Dashuan smiled and nodded. "You need to say this, I will definitely make him feel good until he dies."

After asking about something irrelevant, Bardo honestly aroused all Yang Dashuan's curiosity.

Yang Dashuan didn't know whether Bado was Kefiel's son, but Yang Dashuan knew something from the young man's mouth. It turned out that he and his father had a relationship.

The dwarf elder was holding the notes aside. No matter what Bardo said, he kept memorizing it every stroke.

If the robbers on the wasteland really couldn't withstand these ten wings of human warriors, just the content on this kraft paper would be enough to ruin Kefiel's reputation.

"Is it Richard assigned to come to the wasteland this time?" Yang Dashuan looked at the content on the paper and smiled immediately on his face. The ogre Thad bit off Bado's finger, then grabbed his hand and pressed his hand.

"Yes, lord." Bardo covered his butt, and the flush on his face had not subsided.

He said, his eyes wandering on the slaves in the room.

These slaves were extremely strong, even stronger than the largest slave market in the alliance that flourished all night. The muscles that were as solid as rocks, Kong Wu's powerful nostrils, and the messy and wild breast hair all made Badu feel moved.

"When will they attack?" Yang Dashuan nodded with satisfaction and wrote down the kraft paper. "What is the composition of the troops?"

"Master, my father said that if I didn't go back in half a month, he would be ready to attack." Bardo raised his head and truly saw the real power figure in this territory. He suddenly felt a moment of palpitations. "This master is much stronger than my father."

"The soldiers of the ten corps include cavalry, infantry and archers... and one corps supply. It was indeed the Baxia Shang regiment, the richest earl in the Principality, who actually used a corps warrior as supplies." Yang Dashuan snorted coldly. "Bado, you will stay in my territory from now on. From today on, you will be my person. Bru, drag him out to make a mark, remember to be on the butt on the left. It is useful for me to keep him!"

In the gap between Yang Dashuan's questioning, the young mind completely drifted away.
Chapter completed!