Chapter 193 Prologue to Illyrium
Manicino rested against the pillars of the temple and touched the leather armplate of his comrade. The weather in Illyrium this season is pretty good. There are a few sparse withered grass sprouting from the bare mountain rocks. The soldier next to him is pulling out a piece of weed from the ground, stuffing it between the two rows of back teeth and grinding it idly. .
“What for?” said the warrior, “Can’t wait any longer?”
“What am I in a hurry for?” Manicino replied, “How long will it take Lord Guilliman to let us retreat? Even if I Worry, we can't squeeze into the front row, and we can't see what Lord Guilliman is talking to those barbarian chiefs."
"Then don't poke me." The soldier continued to bite his dick. Grass, squinting his eyes, as if this could dispel the messy bloody smell in the temple.
Robert Guilliman was ordered by King Conor to put down another barbarian rebellion in Illyrium. As soon as he arrived here, he led his army to bypass the tight defense line in the resistance area, took a small path and broke into Illyrium's secret temple to kill them all.
No one knows how their young but overly tall commander Robert Guilliman found the well-hidden secret temple of the barbarians, but as soon as they saw the tombs of the barbarian ancestors scattered around the temple, everyone was confused. Know they've come to the right place.
When the priests and guards of the temple fell one after another like wheat blown down by the wind in the light reflected by Guilliman's sword, the barbarians attacked them from all directions, desperate to break away from their well-constructed buildings. Robert Guilliman's talent for war was fully demonstrated when he came to protect their holy places and ancestors. He drives the rebellious barbarians into a path leading to nowhere, like a swimming fish into a net or pot.
The soldiers are waiting for the commander's order to catch all the barbarians who are stupid enough to leave the defense line. But they were ordered to retreat.
Lord Guilliman wants to fight the barbarian chieftain alone in a one-on-one duel.
Manichino poked the soldier next to him on the arm armor again, this time changing the position and slapping the opponent on the forearm. He received a punch from his comrade for this, but of course, it was not very strong.
"What's wrong with you?" the warrior growled in displeasure, "Have you been so annoying lately?"
"Let's take a bet on how many chieftains Lord Guilliman can kill." Nichino said, "If I lose, I will give you all the dinars I earned this month. If you lose, just give me one dinar."
"You boy, you don't have any Relatives just live comfortably." The soldier spat out the grass in his mouth. After Manicino made a few jokes about his lack of elders, lovers, and children after joining the army half a year ago, everyone started to make fun of this annoying guy too. joke. "I bet three."
"Only three?" Manicino said, "Lord Guilliman can defeat at least thirty chieftains with his bare hands. You must lose."
"After killing three chiefs, how can a fourth dare to come forward? Remember to pay when you go back." The soldier scratched the healing scar on his arm and resisted scratching it. Although Macragge's medical condition allows them to not worry about infection and other problems, it is not a problem to always be unable to control their hands.
"Is this going to cost money?" Manicino also pulled a piece of grass from the ground. After noticing that the grass stem was stained with the blood of the temple priest, he threw it away in disgust.
The warrior shrugged: "Don't plan to get into debt just because you are tall and strong. How many are you betting on? Thirty people? Then you just haven't considered what kind of cowards those chiefs are."
"No, you can't win." Manicino grinned mysteriously, "Because I bet zero."
"What kind of barbarian would it take for Lord Guilliman to be unable to kill any of them?" ?” The soldier stared at Manichino in surprise. To the Macraggeans, Robert Guilliman was a legend through and through.
Since Conor Guilliman suddenly announced that he had an adopted son one day, the little Guilliman who appeared in front of people has grown taller day by day. However, as a few years have passed, he has risen from a boy to a taller boy. To an incredibly amazing giant.
No mortal can defeat Robert Guilliman, even if the giant is facing a duel with his bare hands - this is a consensus that does not need to be emphasized.
"You really have no sensitivity to worldly affairs." Manichino said, "He will not kill any more chiefs today, whether with bare hands or with a knife. You only think about the chiefs, why don't you think about us Robert Guilliman? He knows the barbarians so well that he even uncovered their secret temples. If Lord Guilliman just wants to kill all the barbarians, why bother?"
He? He made a gesture and used his hand as a knife to chop back and forth on the stone.
"He dueled with the rebel barbarians according to their rules." The soldier said, "I think this is smart enough."
Manicino shook his head: "I still bet zero."
< br>They were waiting by the temple. Lady Tarasa Yuden, the housekeeper, followed Robert Guilliman and participated in the core part of the mission to conquer the rebels. The soldiers who were ordered to retreat crowded in the front row and tried to get through the gaps in the heads of their comrades in front. I could see a close-up view of the duel, and the soldiers piled up in the rear could only find things to do on their own.
They were not allowed to actually touch the ancestral graves of these mountain rebel barbarians, nor were they allowed to continue their killings. Roboute Guilliman's extraordinary foresight ensures that his decisions always have a reason, and the warriors carefully obey his orders.
While waiting, they seemed to see several bright meteors streaking across the top of the Illyrium Mountains. Regarding this strange but fleeting thing, the warriors discussed for a while and were forced to stop - because the giant was walking out of the valley, unscathed and dazzling.
Robert Guilliman wears gold and blue armor, and is accompanied by the chamberlain Jotun and the barbarian leader holding an ancient golden ring on the left and right sides of his body. His unparalleled demigod appearance was born out of the mundane but higher level of handsome outline. Summarizing all the coins in Macragge with the Archon's head for countless years, from the best of each face Picking a few lines here and there and combining them, Robert Guilliman jumped out of the surface of the coin and came to the front of the person. For such an extraordinary person, his body of more than three meters tall naturally became a supplement and emphasis on his noble status, while his intelligence and talent were another manifestation of brilliance and sublimity.
The warriors did not know how Guilliman completed an unknown peace negotiation in the valley. Perhaps it had something to do with the extra golden ring in the chief's hand. In any case, the sincerity of the barbarians almost jumped out of their rough faces, and the depth of caring in Ms. Euton's expression was quite touching.
"Dueling is their rule." Manicino stood up with the army and stood at attention in front of Robert Guilliman, even though the blond giant might not be able to see him. "Not ours. Our rules are peace and negotiation, so Lord Guilliman will definitely bring them into our rules."
The warrior snorted, "Jean, you are too tall, Block my sight, I can't see Lord Guilliman."
Manicino stretched out his hand: "A dinar."
The warrior clapped his palms. "Go back to you. How much money have you won from us!"
(End of this chapter)