"Sir Aethelwolf, please come with us. Our tribe will do our best to express our gratitude." Amishta stared at him with a shining gaze. The Barbarians respected the strong and a man like Aethelwolf was very attractive to her. She was already in her late thirties, but she haven't found a man who was strong enough to subdue her. Who would have thought that she would actually meet Aethelwolf at this time? She didn't want to miss this chance.
Aethelwolf hesitated for a moment. He came here to investigate the Underworlders' movement, but he also coveted the strength of these Barbarian warriors. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to accept the invitation. "Alright, but I won't stay for long since I have something to do." He said.
Hearing this, Amishta nodded her head. "Let's go. I'll take you to our tribe." She then turned to her subordinates and shouted. "Take the corpses of these beasts! We will have a feast tonight!"
"Yes, Barbarian Empress!"
