"..."
"..."
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty!"
When the Barbarian Strange King appeared in the human camp, it had already been completely occupied by the barbarians. One after another, the tall and mighty barbarians set down their spoils and knelt before him, performing the rituals of the Barbarian Tribes.
Moving forward, the Barbarian Strange King eventually stopped in front of the large tent at the heart of the camp.
Here were gathered three hundred surrendered elite troops of the Guards, all kneeling on the ground with their clavicles pierced, including a robust middle-aged man who was seated cross-legged in the center.
Surrounding them, the flickering light of the fires cast shadows on the fully armored tower-like barbarian elites, armed and standing erect.
As if sensing something, the middle-aged man in the center slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the barbarians who were approaching through the snow.
