110 Chapter 110 The ambition of the black barbarians

Seychel's order came sooner than expected.

However, in just three days, most of the Locke soldiers rode away, leaving only Carl in an unguarded city or town.

Residents of the Isengard area, who noticed these changes, felt uneasy in their hearts, and in the end, many chose to leave.

The Wrangler nation is indeed "come as soon as you say it, and say it when you go."

Of course, there are still a thousand soldiers in Fort Isengard.

However, their stay is obviously not because they feel Carl's favor.

They just couldn't leave because their family members settled down here as "073".

Carl watched all this and did not stop the Rohan people from leaving. His eyes were only slightly distant and fell into the distance.

"The opportunity is here, what are you waiting for?"

In the northwest direction, the sky is vast, seemingly without fluctuations, and everything is calm.

"The Adon River, which originates in the Misty Mountains, runs southwestward into the Ained region.

On both sides of this river, there lives a group of people who have dark skin and like to carve inexplicable patterns and characters on their bodies.

They are black barbarians.

At this moment, a few people are sitting around in the hall of a huge wooden house built by the Adorne River in the settlement of the black barbarians.

Their upper bodies were bare, but they were only covered with crude leather. From the gaps, they could see their black skin and strange lines exposed in the air.

Sitting here at the moment, it is the lord of the black barbarians – Woolf. As well as several of his clansmen and followers.

Several people did not speak, and the atmosphere seemed a little quiet.

After a moment of silence, Wolff in the first seat couldn't help turning his head to the attendant beside him and said:

"Aren't people here yet?"

"Your Majesty, not yet," the attendant replied.

Wolff sat down again, but there was still a hint of urgency on his face.

I still remember that last time, an old wizard in a white robe suddenly came here on both sides of the river. The wizard offered to help them deal with Rohan and helped him develop poison.

The poison developed was thrown into the Anduin River, and the effect was unexpected. The troubled Rohan Kingdom was panicked and unstable.

This made him overjoyed.

And he was preparing to take the opportunity to wage war on Rohan.

But he didn't expect that just after the oath meeting that day, the figure of the old man in white robe disappeared overnight.

And those poisonous disasters that should have killed the inhabitants of the Anduin River were also eliminated and retreated, and the Kingdom of Rohan suddenly recovered from the misty wind and rain.

This made all his plans for the war come to nothing.

Wolff felt extremely angry and pitied this.

He only blamed God for injustice and ill fate and did not stand on their side of the savage people.

However, just when he was disappointed and thought that he would never have such a good opportunity again, a rumor spread within Rohan.

And hearing this news, he sensitively felt that his chance seemed to come again.

Now, as long as the news is true or false, he will launch his army to attack Rohan and Isengard.

"Your Majesty, here we come, here we come," the guard's call interrupted Wolff's thoughts.

A figure came in from outside the house. The figure was dressed in commoner clothes, with brown hair, small eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his smiling face looked like a daisy.

"How is it? Is the matter confirmed?" Wolff asked in a deep and eager voice as soon as the person approached.

"Hehe," the person here smiled, his voice a little sharp, "It has been confirmed that King Rohan has handed over this area to a kid…"

"And, for some unknown reason, that kid seems to have provoked the king, and the king angrily told people to withdraw his troops and leave."

"There are no garrison troops in many places now, and this is when the strength of the Isengard region is at its most vacant.

"Now, as long as your lords move quickly, then you can reach Isengard Fortress directly without much hindrance or wasted time.

"And Isengard, there are only a thousand Rohan soldiers now, I think, this should not be difficult for you." The voice seemed a little flattering.

"Have you confirmed that the information is correct? If you dare to deceive me, you should know what will happen.

"Hahaha, of course, the great Lord Wolff, how dare the little one lie to you? You are the upcoming ruler of our Rohan, and I will depend on you in the future!

Hearing the words, Wolff looked at the person in front of him, but sneered in his heart.

Even though he was a citizen of Rohan Kingdom, he was loyal to him for the sake of money and status, but he was nothing more than a villain.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Wolff did not doubt that the person in front of him, who was afraid of death, dared to lie to him, so he nodded, suddenly stood up, and shouted:

"Go down, quickly order the soldiers, all set off, target Isengard."

Isengard Fortress is the main city of Isengard, serving as the political and military center of the entire region. The existence of such a key fortress means that, once it is captured, the rest of the area will fall into their hands.

In such a favorable situation, Woolf naturally knew what he should do.

Consequently, the army of the black barbarians was dispatched one after another, with rough eldest sons holding the reins of mammoths, marching toward Isengard Fortress on foot.