Every day, someone would be assigned to clean the square. As Saleen stood on the temple's podium overlooking the five-hundred soldiers who were assembled on the square below. He sighed, "It is still too little!"
When Saleen scanned the faces of the soldiers, he spotted the familiar Conan. Conan was in command of two-hundred barbarians. He was standing silently next to a skeletal warhorse, looking up at Saleen.
It was not true that the barbarians were not orderly. It was just that they had been oppressed for far too long, hence they never got the opportunity to establish their own civilization. After invading each other's land, the empires on the mainland had grown sick of this exhaustion. Eventually, they maintained a balance that lasted for almost one-thousand years. The barbarians never benefited from this balance.
