Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"Boss, you are so handsome!" said Alori, who was immediately promoted from the female lizard of the Ursidae family to Milin's personal guard in the absence of Gray Feng.

"Why am I not happy at all when you praise me?" Milin complained, no longer paying attention to the prisoners.

"Although I don't understand what you are doing, boss, you looked very handsome just now!" Alori said with a smile.

"This is not the first time. Don't you know what I'm doing?" Although he had already despaired of Alori's Xiao Naoren, Milin still wanted to save him.

"E...recruiting soldiers?" Alori asked after thinking for a while.

"Do you think I need it?" Milin, who has a golden finger for recruiting soldiers, does not need to recruit soldiers like the locals in this world.

Although the reputation that Milin had gained in half a year was enough to recruit soldiers from some of the villages he had helped... just like those nobles, Milin had never done so due to trust issues.

It took Milin half a year to save only half a hundred yuan.

Although Goldfinger's products are good, they are expensive...and not generally expensive.

If the consumption that Milin used to save this family wealth is used to recruit local soldiers, Milin's current strength will have to increase several times...referring to the strength in terms of numbers alone.

This number is considered the upper limit for some small nobles who only have one castle and two or three villages as fiefdoms.

But now Milin can only be regarded as a reliable mercenary leader.

Even if the combat effectiveness of the troops in Milin's hands can grind the private soldiers in the hands of the so-called "small nobles" to the ground, those who hired Milin will only shout "You are the famous Lord Milin."

Instead of adding "honorable" in front of Milin's name and "master" after it... noble master Bayi?

"e..." Seeing that Milin denied his guess without hesitation, Alori thought again for a while and then said with a troubled face: "Then I can't guess."

"It took you so long to speculate on that possibility?" Milin said speechlessly.

"Anyway, I'm just your ultimate thug, boss, and I'm not a civil servant like Huihui who has to take care of logistics. Why should I have a brain?" Alori didn't care about the hatred in Milin's tone.

"What is the ultimate thug? Sooner or later, Hui Feng will be able to hold you down and beat you, you know?" Looking at Alori's confident look, Milin thought of happy things.

"Sister Gray Wind? I admit that her abilities are a bit weird, but I am the descendant of the dragon god Akatosh and the controller of time. Any power is meaningless in front of me!" Alori looked stupid. He looks stupid but he will never be fooled.

"Time..." Milin, who didn't know what he was thinking of, showed a subtle expression.

"?" Alori, who had no brains but was full of stress response points, immediately showed a puzzled expression. She felt that what Milin was thinking of seemed to have something to do with her, but it seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Noticing Alori's confusion, Milin, who kept a subtle expression, smiled and said:

"I take back what I just said that you might not be able to defeat Gray Wind in the future, but I'd better tell you the specific reasons why I did that."

Although he wanted to know what Milin had just thought, seeing that Milin didn't want to say anything, the obedient Alori immediately diverted his attention and said:

"Why, boss."

"It's not complicated. It's just to help these poor people." Milin said.

"Help? Help with revenge?" Alori used his own method to understand what Milin meant by help.

"Revenge? Yes, but that's not the point." Milin turned around and looked at the captives who were still surrounded by soldiers.

The soldiers who kept their posture unchanged for a long time made these prisoners realize that they seemed to have to do something to gain true freedom.

Faced with this situation, a few prisoners finally stooped down and picked up the weapons that were thrown at their feet. With the weapons in hand, they turned their attention to the bandits who were not far away from them.

Knowing what they were about to encounter, the bandits stared with wide eyes at the slaves who had allowed themselves to be whipped and whipped not long ago and never fought back.

Even though they had weapons in their hands and the bandits had their legs broken and tied up, the long-term slavery still left an indelible fear in the hearts of these captives.

Even if it was just a threatening look, these prisoners still did not dare to take even a step. One prisoner even dropped the weapon he had just picked up on the ground in fear.

Yonebayashi, who watched the scene with an expressionless face, continued:

"The weapons in your hands are easy to pick up and easy to throw away, but the weapons in your heart are not so easy to pick up."

Saying these words, Milin recalled what he had experienced during the three days he had just traveled through... or "tempering"

"Then what if they can't do it?" asked Alori, who also followed Milin and looked at the prisoners.

"It will be done." It was clear that the frightened prisoners had reached the point where they had to rely on their companions to stand firm, but Milin still continued with a confident look:

"What a fucked up world it is after all."

As soon as Milin finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion in the pile of prisoners who were about to ball up in order to stand firm, and a figure who had been protected in the center forced his way out.

The figure, who was slightly smaller than the other prisoners in terms of both height and body shape, shook off the unknown person in the crowd who stretched out his hand, trying to grab his arm. He bent down to pick up the weapon that had been picked up and then discarded. , walked quickly to the robber who was only about ten meters away.

This figure's behavior stopped Alori, who originally wanted to have a few words with Milin.

Milin also threw aside the script he had written to argue with each other and watched the scene with a smile.

There was a "chi" sound, which was the sound of the sword blade piercing the body, accompanied by a "clunking" sound that meant the sword blade poked into the bones.

However, these sounds were immediately replaced by the splashing sound of "sting", and the scarlet liquid made the smell that was already permeating the air a little stronger again.

"Ahhhh!" As if something was ignited, the prisoners who could barely stand on their legs just now raised their weapons and screamed like ghosts and wolves, and rushed towards the bandits who once enslaved them.

The robbers' intimidation turned to terror, and soon they were plunged into permanent darkness.

When the prisoners who had not been assigned weapons also rushed forward, the surrounding soldiers ended the encirclement and returned to Milin in a neat formation.

The carnival of revenge stopped only after the robbers used their body language to achieve the same ending as their other companions.

Facing the people who once again returned to the trembling state and approached him as if he wanted to express his gratitude, Milin, who was sitting on a stone, just waved casually.

"Is this what you said, boss, to pick up the weapon in your heart?" Alori looked at the prisoner who threw the weapon on the ground far away and turned away, seemingly understanding.

"At least the next time they encounter something like this, they have another choice." Milin's eyes still stayed on the organizations belonging to the bandits.

Not all those who were freed left; there was one who stood in that area and did not return with the captives who had greeted him.

After all the people's figures disappeared into the jungle, Milin stood up from the stone and walked towards the person who stayed in place.

As a personal guard, Alori followed and said strangely:

"Then...boss, aren't you worried that those people will become new bandits?"

"This is indeed a choice." Milin, who was slightly surprised that Alori could think of this level, said with a smile: "After all, I am not a savior."

"Boss, you are much more powerful than any savior. After all, boss, you want to..." Before Alori could speak, Milin raised his hand and interrupted.

Alori, who almost choked because he had to swallow the words, could only focus on the thin figure in front of him.

After getting closer, one can see that this thinness is not just caused by long-term malnutrition and torture. It can also be seen that the first warrior to wield a weapon is a half-grown boy whose body has not yet fully expanded.

Sensing the approach of Milin and Alori, who was still holding a dagger dripping with scarlet liquid in his hand, the half-year-old boy, who had most of his body stained with the same color liquid, raised his head stiffly and used the color of the liquid on his body to compare. Brighter red pupils looked at Milin.

"Your name." Milin said his question in a declarative tone.

"Ah...ah, ah..." The hoarse voice seemed to be regaining the feeling of speaking. After a long time, even if it was covered by dirt, dirt and blood, the warrior who still couldn't conceal his childishness said:

"Attila, my name."

"..." Milin, who heard this obviously female name, did not respond immediately.

When this strange silence made Alori turn his doubtful eyes to Milin for the third time, Milin finally spoke to the girl named Atila:

"You are mine now."

"..." The silence fell on Atila, but soon the girl lowered the dagger in her hand and lowered her head towards Milin.

"???" Alori really wanted to complain about how Milin had just said that he would not recruit soldiers, but why he immediately forgot about it, but the weird and unusual atmosphere made Alori suppress his curiosity in his heart.

"But I don't like the name Adila." Milin looked at the ring of the girl who bowed her head and said:

"From today on, your name is Attila. In the name of Attila, you will become my whip and punish my enemies."

"Yes, sir." The girl whose name was forcibly changed tightly grasped the weapon in her hand.