Chapter 120 Seychelles’ warning

The times are fair, it will leave everyone a stage that belongs to him, let them play, either brilliantly or dead.

But it is undeniable that the history staged on this stage is ultimately written by those who stand on it.

Carl is now teaching the savages to write their own history.

This is just the beginning of history, everything is smooth, everything is in order, but, at some point in the future, it will shine brightly.

"Hehehe!"

At this moment, under the city walls of Isengard, countless dark shadows are walking along the stone road with messy footsteps.

They were all gasping for breath, and the sweat on their bodies was like rain, but none of them cried out tired, and none of them stopped.

After days of exercise, the people of the dark land have become accustomed to the daily training that Carl arranged for them.

The training content "zero seven three" is probably, running, running with weight, resting and then running!

Run from day to night, as far as possible without hurting your body, until you die.

Such behavior, at the beginning, was indeed unreasonable for the black barbarians.

They couldn't understand why their owner Carl did this.

They thought that if they had time to do these things, it would be better to practice swords and guns and sharpen their weapons. After all, it was much better than running and wasting energy.

However, the master's orders are everything, and the thoughts buried in their minds make them choose to obey.

In addition to the grace of not killing, their masters brought them shelter, food, and possibly hope.

Therefore, no matter how tired and puzzled, facing the rising morning light, the soldiers of the dark barbaric land still got up early in the morning, got up from the bed, and ran along the city wall in a neat line.

Carl stood on the wall and watched the performance of the black barbarians, and was very satisfied. The will of these barbarians was much better than he imagined.

But also, after all, these rude fellows live in the Ened region.

That area is not only deficient in resources, barren and sinister, but also encounters severe freezing temperatures several times a year. As the masters of this place, the black barbarians can adapt to such difficult conditions and survive for centuries. Will is of course needless to say.

However, despite the stubbornness of the will, the physique of the black barbarians is not very good.

It is precisely because of this that Carl will give these black barbarians "military training" so that they can improve their physical fitness faster.

Just looking at it, a rush of footsteps came from behind.

At first glance, it was Woolf.

"Master, a letter from the Kingdom of Rohan." Woolf handed over a letter.

"A letter from Rohan?" Carl was not surprised when he heard this.

This letter is really normal.

Because now the whole of Isengard has been occupied by the dark savages whom Rohan regards as a feud.

And, their princess, Syudea, is here too.

So, how could they be indifferent?

Carl opened the envelope, and the familiar handwriting appeared in front of him again.

I saw on the letter paper:

"Wolf, barbarian, how dare you take advantage of Rohan's unpreparedness to kill Lord Isengard and occupy the territory that originally belonged to Rohan.

Your ambitions and actions have angered all Rohan people.

I have decided to send troops to conquer. For now, you can only leave safely by giving up the territory of Isengard and retreating, and handing over Princess Syudea.

Otherwise, tomorrow, the cavalry of Rohan will not only enter the city, but will also step into the land of Ened.

I advise you to be careful.

–From, the admonition of Seychelles. "

After reading the letter, Carl shook his head for a while, and Seychel really still had such a deadly temper, and he still spoke so hard.

You know, now that the whole of Isengard has been occupied by the savages, how could the savages retreat because of a word or two of threats?

On the contrary, if Woolf had read this letter now, he would probably be furious, so he would gather his troops and prepare to fight.

This letter has no other purpose other than to serve as a warning to the black barbarians.

However, Carl thought about it and put away the letter.

On the Oshank Tower, looking at the beautiful scenery of the surrounding wilderness, Syudea was not happy.

She has been feeling very lost these days.

Because, Carl seems to prefer to hang out with those savage people, and doesn't want to let her be with her.

"Humph! It's obvious that she despised me, and said that she couldn't bear to let me bask in the sun, liar, Damn it's liar, Syudea slapped the flowers in her hands fiercely, and kept mumbling and complaining in her mouth.

After complaining for a while, she calmed down again and explained to herself:

"I'm not gentle enough, or the things I make are unpalatable. Although, as a wife, it is indeed a little unqualified, but I can learn, why do you hide from me like this."

"Hate, hate, hate to die!"

Cough cough! Just as he was talking, there was a sudden coughing sound behind him.

Syudea was startled and turned around quickly, and when she saw Carl, her face couldn't help showing a look of joy.

However, at the next moment, he reacted, but he suppressed the joy, stopped his feet, looked at Carl with a cold face, and hummed softly:

"What are you doing here? Not going to accompany your dirty and smelly barbarians.

Carl felt a little helpless, but he also knew that what he was doing now was indeed a little inhumane and a little ignorant to Syudea.

Therefore, she is not angry with Shiyudaya's complaints.

He just walked slowly to her, took out the letter paper he had just read from his arms, and handed it to her:

"Look at it!"

Syudea took it suspiciously.

While Syudea was watching Stunned God, Carl explained to her:

"Princess Shiyudya, you've been away from home for a long time, and now your father can't hold it anymore, and your mother misses you, so I advise you to go back to Edoras as soon as possible."

Syudea raised her head, and she was surprised by the letter, but she was moved by Carl's words, and she became a little lost.

There was suddenly silence between the two.

a long time,

"Where am I not good enough?" Syudea's faint voice came.

Carl looked at Syudea, whose eyes were slightly red, but pretended to be calm, and said slowly:

"No, princess, you are fine, no one can deny that."

Carl shook his head, then looked at Syudea who was still sad, thought for a moment, hesitated, and then said,

Sidya, "You have to know that some things are not as beautiful as they seem, and imagination is not necessarily reality. If you give up everything, you may not get what you want."