The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire - Chapter 114

[Chapter 113 Pride and Humility]

At this moment, in the camp, Jones, the patriarch of the Anson tribe, is with his elders. In the clan’s political hall, they are discussing how to deal with the army in the south.

At this time, there was a strange sound from outside the hall. It seemed that there was someone making a noise outside the hall?

Patriarch Jones was already frowning, but he couldn’t help but frown even more, a little angry.

“Who’s outside? Don’t you know that we are all discussing important matters? It affects our mood. Believe it or not, I will pull you out and deal with them!”

As the words of Patriarch Jones fell, the chaotic scene outside was suddenly startled, and the voice dissipated. Slowly, but after a while, a guard came in and saluted Jones and the elders.

“Lord Patriarch, there are more than 20 people riding on red fire beasts outside, saying that they came to convey the order on behalf of the Crilan tribe patriarch. My subordinates don’t know what to do, and are thinking of coming to ask the patriarch for instructions?”

Hearing the guard’s reply, Patriarch Jones and the elders were suddenly shocked. There were more than 20 people riding on the red fire beast. This is not something that ordinary people can send.

At least in the entire northern region, only the Creland tribe can have such strength. Now they send these people here, is it about the army in the south?

Thinking of this, Patriarch Jones and the elders were suddenly shocked, and their faces couldn’t help showing joy.

The Creeland tribe sent messengers at this time. Could it be that there are reinforcements coming?

At this time, it is time to deploy our tribes and assemble the army to resist that army. Well, it must be like this. As the hegemon of the north of the Edra Alliance, he will not let the enemy provoke his authority.

Patriarch Jones and the elders quickly walked out of the council hall and rushed to the gate of the camp. From a distance, they saw more than 20 people riding on red fire beasts standing proudly in front of the gate.

His brows could not help but wrinkle, and he felt that those people were a little too arrogant. After all, he was also one of the three major tribes in the northern region, second only to the Creland tribe.

However, thinking that his tribe still needs the support of the Creland tribe, this reluctance lasted for a while in his heart.

After a flash, he then greeted the envoys with a smile on his face.

“Welcome a few messengers to the Ansen tribe. This patriarch doesn’t know that the messengers are welcome, and I hope the messengers don’t take offense!”

In order to win the support of the Creeland tribe, Patriarch Jones put down his dignity as the patriarch of a large tribe of 5,000 people to please these mere guards and servants.

Sure enough, the few on the opposite side were the patriarchs who saw this big tribe, and now they are also flattering themselves in every possible way, and they couldn’t help feeling a little complacent in their hearts.

I thought that I used to be in the tribe, but only a mere bodyguard, usually facing elders and patriarchs, or even a clan general with a little status.

They must be humble and get along with them carefully, for fear of offending them in the slightest, and they will be knocked down into the abyss and become a low-ranking person in the clan, or they may simply become cannon fodder and be the first batch when they are at war with the enemy. Mountain battlefield man.

Now that I have got the good job of being an ambassador, I represent the Creeland tribe, and I can also shake my prestige in those small tribes and even big tribes, watching them humiliate me, to make up for my conscientiousness in the tribe. psychology.

“You are the patriarch Jones of the Ansen tribe. You don’t look very good. You can even be the leader of the clan. Forget it, it’s not something that a foreigner like me can say who can be the patriarch of the Ansen tribe. Patriarch Jones, kneel. Take your order, Chief of the Criland Tribe, Great Northern Commander, has an order!”

After carefully looking at the Jones patriarch for a while, I found that this man was indeed arrogant and had an extraordinary bearing. His strength was deeply restrained, and he did not reveal a trace of vindictiveness. It seemed that he was already in the third rank.

However, the commander of the guards still looked arrogant. After looking carefully, it dragged him for a long time. He seemed to want to imprint the humble appearance of Patriarch Jones in his mind, so as to use it as a bragging and fart talk with his companions after he went back. .

“The messenger laughed. As the patriarch of the Ansen tribe, how could Jones easily kneel to others, even in the face of the leader, and stand upright, how could the messenger not understand?”

Hearing this messenger, whose strength is only second-order, was so arrogant in his tone and thoughts that he even wanted to force himself to kneel before this ant.

If he hadn’t needed the support of the Creeland tribe, Patriarch Jones would have wished to torture to death this arrogant ant, who didn’t know how to advance or retreat, right now.

However, for the sake of the tribe’s army, Patriarch Jones could only swallow his voice, and went back to the past with a joking tone, so as to remind the messenger in front of him not to forget his identity and to do what he can do with his identity. matter.

Sure enough, when I heard Patriarch Jones’s words that were neither soft nor hard, the face of the messenger in front of him changed, and I realized that I was a little too arrogant, but out of my self-esteem, I still snorted coldly, even if I revealed the past. .

“Since Patriarch Jones doesn’t want to kneel due to his status as the team leader, I will not force it. Now I announce the order of the Northern Commander, the Patriarch of the Creland Tribe!”

“The commander of the north, the great lion, Lord Boris, decrees that a group of enemies who know nothing of the heights and heights have come from the south,

In order to maintain the majesty of the northern male lion, Jones, the patriarch of the Anson tribe, led the surrounding southern tribes to repel the group of mice that could not stand on the table.

The great lion is watching you from behind, show your bravery to your great leader!

”

With the arrogant words that are unique to Westerners, the messenger in front of him read out the order of the chief of the Creland tribe, and the expression of the chief Jones in front of him changed and became very shocked.

“Lord Messenger is joking, right? With our tribe alone, even if we add the surrounding tribes, we can only use 3,000 people. How can UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com be able to fight against those 50,000 people? What about the army?”

Patriarch Jones was shocked and angry, and there was a trace of murder in his words. It seemed that if the messenger in front of him was wrong, he would directly attack the killer.

The messenger’s face panicked, and he finally thought of the person in front of him. He was the great patriarch of a tribe of 5,000 people, and his strength was above the third rank. Regardless of his identity or ability, he was a well-known leader on the plains.

No wonder I felt a little uneasy in my heart before the accident. The patriarch did not send those elders or generals, and Oupai himself, a low-ranking messenger, came here. Did he expect this to happen?

Thinking about it, the face of the deceased couldn’t help becoming paler and paler, and his tone became trembling. He slowly turned towards his eyes, and his emotions were obviously out of control, Patriarch Jones explained.

“Patriarch Jones, our patriarch Boris wrote it like this. If you don’t believe it, you can take a look at it. These have nothing to do with me!”

Hearing the messenger’s explanation, Jones didn’t care, he waved his hand and took a serious look at the order he took from the messenger.

After looking at it carefully for a while, I read it word by word, for fear that I didn’t understand what it meant, but in the end I found it sadly that the order in my hand was no different from what the messenger said.

That abominable Boris just wants to make himself fight with the army of 50,000 people in the south.

Does Boris want to use the hand of that place to get rid of his own thorn in the flesh?

Isn’t he afraid of me being wiped out?

Is he the next one to be wiped out?

When did I become so short-sighted when I held you!

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