He made great achievements in battle.

"Who said humans don't want foreign status, such as becoming foreign elves? It's just that elves are too arrogant. They absolutely look down on humans. Taking a step back, many humans in third-rate countries also want to get the status of the nine empires. Who doesn't yearn for a happy life?

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Oak argued.

"Anyway, this Black Hand clan belongs to Downton. Let me first state that if you cause trouble, don't blame me for being rude."

Homer threatens.

"Don't worry, even if I wanted to do it, I wouldn't be able to do it. Although these guys who only know how to kill are good at bravery, their brains are not very good. Otherwise, they wouldn't be sent to protect the clan."

Oak laughed at himself.

Think about it, if you had a better mind, who would have been attacking the Forge for thousands of years, just to drive Smaug away? For this ideal, they have lost several generations of men.

"Okay, from today on, you are my followers, and I will grant you fiefdom, Homer, and wine!"

Downton personally helped Black Hand. The worst of these people were dragon slayers. This kind of cavalry was so powerful that even an idiot knew how to win over them.

“Good wine!”

Taking the wine barrel handed to him by the elemental arm, the black hand opened an opening and poured it directly into his mouth. As soon as it entered his throat, he couldn't help but roar.

"Nonsense, that is the elven wine that has been stored for three thousand years. You drank thousands of gold coins in one sip."

Su Ya swallowed and couldn't help but sneered.

"What?"

The dwarves were shocked and froze in place. As we all know, dwarves are addicted to alcohol, but this poor tomb-guarding clan would never have the chance to enjoy such an expensive and delicious drink.

"Come, drink, and celebrate your joining my army." Downton laughed, "As long as you follow me, you won't suffer any loss."

If they just joined because of their oath, now these dwarves have more reasons to fight for life. No one in this world does not want to live a good life.

"Master, you are the most generous human being I have ever seen."

Blackhand gave a thumbs up.

"You are also the strongest warrior I have ever seen!"

Downton's words are not a compliment. Who dares to compete with him at the peak of the dragon-slaying level? If he is brought back to the Western Region, he alone can intimidate the other Dukes of the Three Realms.

"As long as there are holidays, I believe I can wash away the dwarf brand on them and make them completely loyal to me."

Downton clenched his fists.

"Good idea!"

Daheni applauded. It was not that she had never thought of causing trouble, but she had no chance of succeeding with the dwarves' treasure and the status of a foreign king of the hill.

"I'm so unwilling!"

Xuerle was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. This force had already surpassed him. Of course, compared with the Hohenzollern family, it was still nothing to mention.

"So now, do you still have the confidence to keep me?"

Downton turned around and asked Dahne and Xuerle.

"Downton, don't be arrogant. One day, I will kill you."

Schürrle roared.

"Aren't you worried about me killing you here?"

Downton frowned.

"Haha, are you kidding? Do you know who I am? The heir of the Hohenzollern family, kill me, and you will be exterminated!"

Xuerle seemed to have heard a big joke, patting his belly and laughing. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!