You agreed so readily?

Ren was overjoyed, but before he could say his thanks, Marius continued, "However, I have two preconditions that I must make clear to the Lord."

Sure enough...

Ren thought that it was not so easy, and nodded, "Your Excellency the patriarch, please speak."

Marius still smelled of alcohol on his body, just as the guard Dulan said, he had been in the temple all night, obviously after careful consideration.

"The conditions in Astarte are difficult, but this is the hometown where we Macragh have been holding on for thousands of years. No matter how many times the enemy has invaded, we have not fallen. If the lord has recruited the most elite warriors in the clan away , weakening the defense..."

Mariuston paused, looked up at the portrait, and continued: "I don't want to see the day when Astarte is lost, and the consequences caused by this, Lord Lord, may not be able to bear it."

He didn't say what the consequences were, but Ren was very clear.

This temple hides the loyal **** Gilman. Astarte is equivalent to his last kingdom of God. If it falls into the hands of the enemy, Gilman may never have a chance to rise again.

Ren suddenly felt horrified.

After the fall of the gods, it is almost impossible for believers to respond. Even the most devout mad believers have extremely dim fire of faith.

For example, Zoltan, the dwarf forging **** he believes in is completely silent, and the fire of faith makes a tiny little sign that will go out at any time.

The Macragge's beliefs aren't much better.

However, in the eyes of the soul, Marius's fire of faith is quite fiery, much brighter than the other Macragg people, and more conspicuous than yesterday.

Gilliman can communicate directly with believers!

Marius spent the whole night in the temple, probably talking to him.

Ren felt his heart skip a beat. He was under the eyes of a god. Even a seriously injured **** couldn't move and pretended to be a god. If he annoyed him, he would try his best to get up from the throne to give himself to himself. one strike…

He hurriedly said loudly: "I told the patriarch yesterday that Macragge's affairs are mine; Macragge's enemies are my enemies."

"I'll say it again today!"

"I, Rain Augustus, will never let Astartes fall. Any enemy who dares to invade Astartes, unless he steps over my corpse, no matter who it is, I must let They pay the price."

Ren looked like he was swearing, not only for Marius, but more importantly for Gilman to hear.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the statue, and vaguely felt that the pressure on him had weakened.

Ren continued his efforts and stated his plan, "Your Excellency the patriarch, I am going to build a training base for the Augustus family on the plateau. There is a teleportation array in the base, and it will reach my castle. If the patriarch allows me, I will The location of the base can be closer to Astarte, so that the Ultramarines can go home at any time to help the battle in Astarte."

"Training base... Lord Lord's ambition is not small." Marius raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

"It's not about ambition, it's just that the Augustus family needs strength to defend their territory." Ren explained casually.

Marius smiled with a thoughtful look on his face.

Ren didn't bother him, thinking that he might be secretly communicating with Gilman.

After a while, Marius said, "Okay!"

He looked at Ren, "Astartes is willing to form an alliance with Glamorgan. Lord Lord can recruit Ultramarines in Astarte, but Macragg can only be loyal to Lord Lord in their own name. Moreover, Lord Lord Your lord must guarantee that the Ultramarines will not be converted."

Ren immediately nodded in agreement, he never interfered with other people's beliefs.

Marius added: "As an ally, Glamorgan is obliged to participate in the battle in time when Astartes is attacked to protect Astartes' safety."

"It should be." Ren had this plan.

When the number of Ultramarines recruited is enough, find an opportunity to clean up the enemies near Astarte, which can not only relieve worries, but also harvest souls to enhance the strength of Ultramarines. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"The number of Maweirag people is limited, and the Lord cannot recruit too many people in a short period of time." Marius said here, his eyes were very curious.

He is a legendary warrior who can only withstand the interference of five symbiotes.

But according to Sicarius, Renn has already had thirty-one symbiotes before he became a legend. I really don't know how to do it?

Ren replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Patriarch, I am only going to recruit twenty-nine Ultramarines, and gather sixty to form five combat teams."

This is the upper limit he expects to withstand the interference of his inner voice, no more.

Even so, Marius was still shocked: "Sixty symbiotes!"

He pondered for a few breaths, this number can still be drawn for the entire tribe, and it will not hurt the bones, and according to Ren's plan, it is easy for the Ultramarines to come back.

"The alliance agreement, we will discuss and sign it in detail later, swearing and witnessing in the name of God." Marius said, "This is the first premise."

Ren put on a posture of listening intently.

"Second request..." Marius squinted his eyes and looked at Ren again, "Macragg people don't serve the weak, even if the lord has already convinced many people, but this rule cannot be broken, I represent Clan, challenge the Lord to the 'Makgola'."

"Makgola!"

Ren's face was astonished, of course he knew what tradition MacGora was.

Both sides of the duel cannot use spells, sneak attacks, or use overly powerful weapons and equipment, and only fight with the purest skills until one side falls or concedes defeat.

He thought that Marius would ask him to support Astarte with a batch of supplies every year, but he didn't expect it to be Macgola.

Ren was a little hesitant.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Marius, but he felt that it was meaningless and unnecessary.

Marius won, and he was still able to recruit Ultramarines. With such good conditions, few Macragg people could refuse, and it did not affect the prestige of Ultramarines.

If he wins, the prestige of Marius's patriarch will be damaged.

Ren looked at Marius and asked, "Your Excellency Patriarch, is this really necessary?"

"Have."

Marius replied indifferently: "It may or may not be necessary for the lord, but it is very important to me. Only by defeating me, or tying with me, are you eligible to bring me from Astarte. Leave my clan, otherwise I will not be able to explain to my lord with only a paper agreement."

The look of the legendary barbarian was very determined.

The color in his soul is also bright white, which shows that his mind has been determined, and he has not wavered in the slightest.

Ren probably understood that this is the glory of a legend and the dignity of a warrior. Gilliman once had the rank of honor, and Marius still followed it, maybe still looking forward to regaining the honorable position one day in the future.

After he thought about it, he replied seriously, "I accept your challenge of Macgola."

Marius looked approving.

If Ren refuses to challenge because of fear, then the agreement negotiated before will no longer exist, and he will do everything in his power to prevent Ren's recruitment.

"When?" Ren asked without hesitation, "I think the sooner the better."

He wanted to make a quick decision and settle things down.

Instead, Marius was a little stunned, and nodded happily: "That's what you want, just today, I'll send someone to arrange it."

Generally, Macgola just picks a place to fight.

However, this time is different. The leaders of the two forces will carry out the Macgola, which will affect future cooperation. It should not be too hasty, and there is a formal traditional process.

Half an hour later, the news that Ren and Marius were going to carry out the MacGora spread throughout Astarte, causing a huge sensation.

The duel location was chosen in the open space outside Astarte City.

The patriarch's guard used the blood of the beast to draw a large circle on the ground with a diameter of two hundred paces, and if he fell outside the circle, he would be considered a defeat.

Twenty-sided animal skin drums were placed outside the circle, and were played by strong barbarians one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At noon, the drums of war shook the sky, and the passionate rhythm resounded through the sky.

All the Macragge went out of the house. They climbed the city wall, the watchtower, or the roof of their house, and stood on a high place, looking down at the duel site outside Astartes.

The sound of the drums shook the sky, making the atmosphere extremely solemn.

People couldn't help whispering, and they were full of expectations for this time MacGora.

The vast majority of Macragg believe that the patriarch can win.

Marius is a rare and powerful warrior in the history of the clan. He is about to be promoted to the legendary middle rank just after the age of sixty. The life expectancy of the Macragg people is one hundred and fifty years old, and the patriarch is still very young, and he will definitely become a legendary high-level warrior in the future.

In their eyes, the patriarch is a symbol of invincibility.

In addition to his personal strength, Marius is better at commanding battles.

Over the years, the enemy's attack on Astarte has become more and more ferocious, and the number of enemies has become more and more numerous. Under the leadership of Marius, despite the difficulties, the enemy has been repelled with the smallest cost every time.

Looking at the patriarchs of all dynasties, there is no one better than Marius. Many Macragg people believe that Marius will make the tribe revive and rise.

Even some Ultramarines are not optimistic about Ren.

They know that Ren is very strong, more powerful than ordinary legends, but spells cannot be used in Macgora, and the boss should not be the opponent of the patriarch.

Only the thirteen extreme fighters who have followed Ren in the Wezeland battle have enough confidence in Ren.

When the sun was at its highest, Marius walked out of his residence on the fourth floor.

His face was resolute, his short black hair stood up like needles, a leather war skirt was wrapped around his waist, his feet were bare, his upper body was exposed, and the strength contained in his huge and strong muscles seemed to burst out. As thick as an ordinary person's thigh, the whole person is as strong and majestic as a wall.

Holding a two-handed greatsword, Marius rushed a few steps to speed up the run, and rose into the air with a bang.

boom!

With the sound of the drums of war, Marius jumped directly into the sky from the fourth floor of Astarte, and then landed heavily, smashing a big hole outside the duel circle.

"Marius!"

"Marius!"

"Marius..."

The barbarian cheered and shouted excitedly, cheering for his patriarch, and with the beating of the drums, he created a blood-boiling power.

Then, in the midst of everyone's attention, an arbitrary door opened in the open space outside the city.

Ren walked out of the portal and appeared in the sight of the Macragge.

This way of appearing is undoubtedly far less powerful than Marius, or at least not as exciting, and it does not meet the expectations of the Marirag people, which immediately caused a burst of boos and even cheers.

Marius looked at Ren and found that he didn't make any preparations, the same as the attire in the temple before.

He was about to remind MacGora of the rules, but Ren himself began to disarm himself.

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