This is not unrelated to the barren lands of the Manyu army. It is in a drought state for most of the year. The land is severely desertified. It does not have the fertile land of the Asia Minor Plain occupied by the Lancelot royal family, nor does it have the rich and diverse mineral resources in the Kingsley family territory. It can only take a shortcut and make a decision to traffic in humans.

In this regard, the Manyu military leader has a unique geographical advantage. The Odin grassland is separated by a mountain to the north and the Andes Mountain Range is the highest quality slaves. Compared with the Odin orcs who can only train as gladiators and miners, the Andes Mountain Range is more popular.

Whether it is arable land, mining, or handicrafts, they are competent, and have excellent physiques. Cultivating them into gladiators is also a good choice. Although they are not as brutal and bloody as Odin orcs in the arena, their agility and intelligence are not as strong as the other party.

Andys Mountaineer either does not produce excellent gladiators. Once they are out, the possibility of reaching the top is often high, which is recognized in the gladiator industry.

In the past thirty years, Solo City has even taken the fast lane of development. Among them, the supreme ruler of the contemporary Manyu army, Bog Slav Feren, Duke of Feren, was a master of the great talent and strategy, and had a long and near attack, and increased support for the gladiator and slave industries, which played the most critical role.

Before the Duke of Borg ascended the Duke's throne, the gladiatorial industry was just a reserved industry under the leadership of Manyu, with a certain scale, but it was not prevalent.

After he came to power, he strongly encouraged the spirit of gladiator and spent a lot of money to build the largest gladiator on the Assan Continent, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people to watch the gladiator together.

The world-famous first gladiator competition was held here, with a reward of up to 100,000 Byron gold coins and a supreme honor from the king of gladiator.

Many successful champions and knights were moved, and several of them participated in the name of Liberty Gladiator without hesitation. This was unprecedented and completely detonated the gladiator.

Countless lords and nobles traveled thousands of miles to Solo City to see the prosperous times, setting a precedent for special industries to drive tourism.

Since then, the gladiatorial competition every three years has become the biggest event in Sauron City. At that time, the Lords and nobles who like adventure and blood in the entire Byron League will gather here to participate in the grand event.

Bastille also made an indelible contribution in this matter.

Comparing the Manyu army leader to a giant, there is no doubt that the city of Solo is the heart of this giant, and Bastille is one of the giant's arteries, continuously transporting fattening to it.

Now that the great artery has been cut off, the news brought by the weird fox Kleist even shocked the Duke of Borg, the supreme ruler of the Manyu army.

Kleister abandoned the city and fled did not mean that he was timid, but he was more cautious in life and made the most selfish choice. In fact, when it comes to his own interests, he has always been very brave.

After leaving the city and fled, Kleist did not flee in a hurry, but instead turned around outside the city, turned back to Bastille, and waited around for three days.

It was not until the fourth day that he had to clean up his garment and set out on the way to the city of Soro. After observing the enemies in Bastille for three days, he could 100% make it possible for Old Botton to turn around, and the two were not opponents of the same magnitude at all.

With this inference, Klester transformed himself into a transformation, no longer a garrison who abandoned the city and fled, but a lobbyist seeking help. As soon as he entered the city, he became a guest of honor in the Duke's Mansion.

As for the sons of Old Borton in Solo City, he was a group of idiots. Without Old Borton, they were nothing.

According to the domineering character that Duke Borg has shown in recent years, even if he retakes Bastille, it can only be controlled by the Feren family and there is no possibility of leaving it to outsiders to take care of.

Borg is very big, especially after middle age, he no longer charges like he did when he was young. Even if he maintains a certain amount of swordsmanship practice every day, he still cannot prevent his body from developing horizontally.

Sitting high on the throne, he is like a mountain of meat, which has become an inevitable model of the Feren family, his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather...

Anyone who can live forty years old will be like this now, and it is proportional to lifespan. The longer you live, the larger your size. Borg's body size is already among the top three in the historical records of the Feren family.

Beyond his great-great-grandfather and becoming the number one in the Feren family, both in terms of size and achievements, has always been one of Borg's greatest pursuits in his life.

If you think Borg is ugly, you are very wrong. Even if your figure turns into this, your appearance is still correct, and you will take care of your beard and hair meticulously, and you will be full of kingly appearance.

When he was young, he was one of the best handsome men in Manyu's army. Those noble ladies and girls loved their lovers, and they took the biggest talk with him for a romantic night.

Someone once joked that Borg's greatest achievements were not to completely solve the disaster of the mountain people under the leadership of Manyu's army, but to illegitimate children all over the continent. If the Lancelot royal family had direct female members in the previous generation, Borg might be able to achieve the true unification of the Byron Alliance with his own appearance.

After a long period of contemplation, Borg remembered that there were still people waiting for his reply. After finding out in one sentence, he sent Klester.

This made the fox, who was full of words, go crazy and depressed. If he didn't even have a chance to speak, how could he use this matter as a staircase to become a VIP in the Duke's Mansion and then become a Grand Secretary of the Manyu Army Leader?

Was it because he was one step late that Duke Bog had already received the latest news from Bastille? Or was this old fox losing interest in Bastille?

The speculation of the strange fox Klester was worried about gains and losses, but he rejected it one by one. During the three days he spent squatting in Bastille, many of the Bastille soldiers escaped, but they were all big-headed soldiers and had no knowledge at all. It was a problem whether they could find the leader in any direction, let alone to Solo City as soon as possible to report the news and receive rewards.

What's more, many mountain hunters chased out from Bastille. On the way to the capital, he encountered several groups of Bastille soldiers on the way, and there were many Bastille soldiers on the side of the road. Even if the news he brought was not first-hand, it was definitely the most comprehensive.

As for Borg losing interest in Bastille, it is even more impossible. If Solo City wants to maintain its current prosperity, the mountain slaves transported from Bastille are indispensable. Once the supply of goods is cut off, the slave industry in Solo City will be severely impacted.

The gladiator industry has little impact in a short period of time, but it will inevitably be affected in the long run. What's more, Bastille itself is also a famous money tree. Unless Bog becomes completely confused, he will never give up here.

"Sir Klester, Sir Klester, please stay." A young waiter rushed over.

Did Duke Borg suddenly figure it out? The weird fox Kleist was refreshed, but his face was perfectly reserved, "Are you?"

The young waiter performed an impeccable manner, showing the style of the Duke's Mansion, and smiled and said, "I am just an ordinary waiter in the Duke's Mansion. The name is not worth remembering by the Jazz. I just invited the Jazz to move on behalf of my master to the side hall to speak. My master has heard of the Jazz for a long time and I believe there are many common topics."

"Who is your master?"

"His Excellency Baron Patleme."

"Please thank the Baron for his invitation on my behalf. But I have important matters now and cannot be separated. I will definitely come to visit me in person when I look back. I also hope that Baron will not turn me out."

The weird fox Christ showed an impeccable smile. Not to mention the second heir of the Feren family, even if he was the invitation of Philip, the first heir, he would refuse immediately.

This kind of family battle is not something he, the newcomer, can participate in, not to mention that Duke Borg's face is rosy and has a long breath. Except for being too obese, there is no problem. It is no problem to live for ten or eight years. Holding this thick thigh is the most important thing at present. Because of the small loss of the big, the wise will not do it.

After saying that, Klester of the Fiction did not give the young waiter a chance to speak again, and quickly left the Duke's Mansion, which was so fast that even many regular knights could not match.

When the young waiter brought the news back, the gloomy young man, who was 50% or 60% similar to Bartley, threw his beloved coffee cup into pieces on the spot.

"What is he? He dared to refuse my invitation. Believe it or not, I will let him see the sun tomorrow!"

"Don't calm down." The young waiter was obviously not as modest as he was, but was just an ordinary waiter, at least not in front of Baron Patleme, the second heir of the Feren family. "It is precisely because of this that this person deserves some effort to make friends with him."

"How to say it?"

"If the other party follows him rashly, it means that the other party is just a countryman without political vision. Apart from the news he brings, he has no use in himself."

The young waiter talks happily at this moment more like a wise man who reads classics, rather than a servant who doesn't know a single word.

"From the other party's reaction, he knew the master's name and the meaning behind it. He was afraid of being involved in the affairs of the duke's family and thus affecting his career. This is a manifestation of a smart person."

"You mean, I'm a big trouble, sir?" Patleme was a little embarrassed and glared at the young waiter fiercely, as if you didn't give me a perfect explanation and I wanted you to look good.

The young waiter spread his hands and said, "The dispute over the heirs of a military leader, let alone ordinary people, is a big trouble for even those lords and nobles. It's a big trouble, especially the master is still the second heir. It's normal that there is a brother as dazzling as the sun in front of him, and it will not be favored by others."

"Even you say that." Patleme collapsed on a chair like a deflated ball, waving his hands, "Since that's the case, we won't fight, clean up, and we'll return to that deserted territory tomorrow with only a few thousand savages."
Chapter completed!