On the airship, Renn saw Sikalius talking with joy.

He did not listen with the sound of everything, but he could see the expression of the patriarch Marius constantly changing, stern, solemn, surprised, confused, etc. He asked Sikalius some questions from time to time, and couldn't help but look up at the airship, his eyes were very complicated.

"Prim...Modu...Wiseland...Earl of Glamorgan, Boss...Rambo's Gun...Fire Dragon..." Some words were spoken from Sikalius's mouth.

Around Marius, the other Makuragers exclaimed.

But Marius' brow frowned.

Renn saw that his soul color was changing rapidly, like a large dyeing vat, with excitement and shock, and more hesitation and worry. Obviously, he thought more than ordinary Makurag people.

After Sicalius finished speaking, Marius fell into silence.

The reaction of the patriarch made Sikalius realize something was wrong. The three extreme warriors who rode down on the dragon looked at each other. They had been living in the empire for many years and knew more than the tribesmen who stayed on the plateau. They vaguely guessed some of Marius's thoughts.

"Class leader?"

Sikalius asked carefully: "Can you let the airship land? The boss and brothers are all on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome home." Marius glanced at the airship and smiled, "I also want to know what kind of hero your boss is, which can make you admire him so much."

"Boss, he..."

Sikalius wanted to whisper a few words for Rennes, but Tyrien touched him from behind and quickly changed his words: "I'll go and notify the airship."

As he said that, he jumped onto the fiery dragon and soared into the air.

After a moment, the airship slowly landed on the platform on the top of the huge rocks in the city under the gaze of the Makurag people throughout the city.

The door of the cargo hold opened, and extreme warriors wearing enchanted armor walked out.

They were divided into two rows, and the two extreme warriors in the head held a battle flag that was more than four meters high. On the black metal flagpole, a red square flag dyed like blood was flying. In the middle, there was a golden emblem crossing the crescent moon and the warhammer. The edge of the flag was surrounded by golden wheat ear patterns. The overall pattern was simple and clear, and it was unforgettable at a glance.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The heavy footsteps were sounded neatly, like a deafening war drum, beating in the hearts of every onlooker Makurag.

Even though there were less than thirty people and knew that they were their own tribe members, this extremely powerful aura still shocked the Makurages who had never left the plateau. The dangerous aura came to their faces, making them feel astonished.

With a bang, two rows of extreme warriors stood face to face, like tall steel barriers.

Then, a young human appeared.

He was wearing close-fitting silver light armor, strong and tall, with a very handsome appearance, a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hanging around his waist, and a blood-red cloak behind him.

By the standards of the Makuragians, this young man is thin and even less than the minors in the tribe. However, no one dares to underestimate him when he appears in such a majestic formation.

Rennes walked among two rows of extreme warriors, a breeze blew, and the cloak flew and flew.

Marius's eyelids twitched. As a legend, his perception was many times sharper than that of the tribe. He just looked at it twice and noticed the powerful pressure on this human body, as if it was covered by the cloak, and he could not really see the details.

He went up and shouted: "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to Astart as a guest."

While speaking, the barbarian leader stretched out his big hand.

"His Excellency Marius." Ren also stretched out his right hand, holding the two hands, which were nearly three times the size difference, making a crisp sound.

However, neither of them wanted to compete, so they tried it a little and separated.

"Lord is so young and promising!" Marius said half flatteringly and half sighing, "I thought Lord Lord is at least forty or fifty years old when I heard Sikalius's words just now. I didn't expect that so young made me feel old."

"Please call me Rennes." Rennes replied with a smile: "I have heard of the reputation of the patriarch from Sikalius. I finally saw it today. I feel ashamed of the patriarch's strength."

"Is that?" Marius refused to comment.

The two of them said a few polite words to each other, and the scene looked harmonious.

However, Renn sighed in his heart that the patriarch of Makulag was not particularly welcomed by his arrival, and was even a little wary of it.

It is understandable to think from the perspective of others.

His purpose in Astart was to recruit more extreme warriors, but the entire Makurag tribe had only more than 3,000 people in total, half of which were men, and the remaining half of the women were no less powerful than men, but they did not have the symbiotic talent of the Primrose.

If you subtract the children who have not yet grown up, there are only about one thousand Makurages who can become extreme warriors.

If they were recruited, even if only half were taken away, the overall strength of the Makurag tribe would be seriously damaged and lose its foothold on the plateau.

As the patriarch, Marius certainly didn't want to see this happen.

Ren thought to himself that he did not have a plan to recruit so many extreme warriors, and he could not withstand the interference of so many symbiotic vocals, and he also prepared compensation conditions for the tribe.

When you are just a new arrival, it is not the time to discuss the conditions. You can talk about it slowly later.

Renn waved his hand and turned around and said, "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, boss."

The extreme warriors responded in unison, returned to the cargo hold of the airship, moved down heavy wooden boxes, and piled them up on the platform as high as a hill, at least a few hundred boxes.

Ren said: "Captain, I heard that Makulag has been threatened and urgently needed supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some of them are daily clothes and seasonings. It is not worth much. It is a gift to my tribe. Thanks to Sikalius and others for serving me and avoiding their worries."

Several extreme warriors opened a batch of boxes in public.

The box is filled with exquisite armor tailored for the Makurag people, with a total of 500 sets, as well as supporting two-handed giant swords, and three thousand javelins made of black steel.

There are also two large boxes of healing potions, poison removal potions, etc.

With so many supplies, Marius was also a little excited and hesitated for a few breaths, and finally said, "I would like to thank the Lord for the gifts for all the Makuragians."

In fact, he really wanted to refuse, but this batch of supplies was too much, which was urgently needed by the tribe.

Renn said it was not worth much, but Marius knew it very well. It was worth at least 50,000 gold shields. He had no connections and status in the empire and could not buy it even if he had money.

And the freight is not included, and I traveled thousands of miles to the Sain Plateau, which shows Rennes's wishes.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down and send them to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged personnel to hold a welcome banquet for Rennes.

Rennes breathed a sigh of relief, and the staff was short, and Marius accepted the supplies to a good start.

He said to the extreme warriors: "You all got home and disbanded on the spot."

It was not until then that the extreme warriors took off their helmets, exposed their faces and recognized the tribesmen. A series of surprised screams sounded, calling out their names.

“Gron!”

"Kiwat... Gilman is here, you have changed so much that I didn't recognize it..."

"It turned out to be your boy, Barreddy, I was really scared."

"Hahaha, didn't expect it?" The extreme warriors were all excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, and sharing their experiences in their empire while heading to their homes.

They can't do without their boss, that is, Rennes.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, his eyes full of helplessness.

These tribe members who returned from the empire have completely turned to their primrose and are also the best propagandist of Rennes in the tribe.

Marius sighed softly, knowing that it would be difficult for him to stop Rennes from recruiting his tribe members.

There is so much that Rennes can give!

First of all, there is power. Sikalius, Tyrien and Otto are the best role models. All three of them have been promoted to legends. You know, there has been no legends in the tribe for decades, and other tribe members who follow Rennes have also become high-level warriors, which is a miracle.

The second is equipment. Whether it is the enchanted armor tailored or the Rambo gun mentioned by Sikalius, they are all weapons and equipment that the tribesmen dream of. Especially the Rambo gun, although they have never seen its power with their own eyes, they can also feel its power from Sikalius' description.

Finally, there is glory. Rennes is a hero who is famous in the empire. The extreme warrior follows him to fight. In the future, he will surely become a world-famous super legion and leave a brilliant page in history.

Others include flying dragon mounts, generous salary, a wealthy life in Modu, etc. Almost no tribe can resist such temptation.

Marius felt very powerless.

He looked at Renn, the young human lord, mysterious, powerful, with a stunning background, as if shrouded in an invisible fog, and countless secrets were hidden deep in it.

"Lord is such a good method." Marius said in a complicated mood.

"Your Matriarch." Renn shook his chest and saluted with sincerity on his face. "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no malice towards the Makurag tribe. The tribe's affairs are my affairs; the tribe's enemies are my enemies. Renn Augustus is always an ally of the Makurag people!"

When Marius heard this, his face calmed down slightly.

However, he did not agree on the spot. He thought for a long time and said, "I hope the Lord can do what he says, but forming an alliance is not a trivial matter, nor is it something I can decide. Please rest in the tribe and wait for the news."

Rennes was suddenly surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Makurages is very simple, and the strong are respected, and it is almost up to the patriarch Marius alone. Why can't he make a decision?
Chapter completed!