Chapter 125 The Lord of the Two Lands

"King, Isengard is ahead, should we rest our army first, in case those black barbarians take advantage of our weak physical strength and take the opportunity to raid.

Alger Slater, his adjutant, suddenly rushed to Seychelle and said to him.

Hearing this, Seychel frowned, instinctively not wanting to stop the army.

Because he urgently wants to rush to the city gate of Isengard immediately, and then tell those savage black barbarians to get out and accept his beating.

Then hand over his daughter Syudea and go back to their Ened.

However, despite the urgency in his heart, he also knew that the army under his command had indeed been on the road for a few days, and they were all exhausted. The sharp black savage people may not be able to please.

The order was "Go down, set up camp around, arrange for the soldiers to rest, and be alert." Seychelles said.

However, Seychel didn't know that their army had been probed by the scouts of the black barbarians at this moment.

The green grass swayed for a while, but a black barbarian showed his head from the ground, then looked in the direction, and walked towards Isengard.

They are the scouts trained by Carl, and they can be regarded as the quick-witted and quick-witted people among the black barbarians.

Before long, Carl received news that Seychel had been stationed 30 miles away.

At night, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in Rohan's camp.

"King, Lord of Darkness, come to see him!" Adjutant Alger said to Seychelle.

"What?" Seychel was startled. "That guy Woolf wants to see me? How many soldiers did he bring?"

Isn't the lord of the barbarians the same guy as Woolf? They are in a hostile relationship now, and he wants to see him? Isn't that what he wants to fight?

"Quick, gather your troops and prepare to fight." Seychel said subconsciously.

The overall combat power of the black barbarians was not comparable to that of Rohan's cavalry, but they could not be underestimated, and Seychel dared not underestimate them.

However, as his words fell, he saw that his adjutant Alger did not move at all.

"What's wrong?" Sechel frowned.

"That, King, Woolf brought a few men, not his army," explained Alger.

"How many people?" Seychel was stunned, "You mean, didn't he come to trouble us?

"I think, it should be like this." The adjutant nodded.

Although he also felt strange about Woolf's behavior.

Sechel finally calmed down, and then stroked his white beard, pondering for a while, but couldn't come up with the slightest clue.

The hatred between Rohan and the dark savages has not begun in their generation.

Ever since the Rosil people migrated to the Calenathon Plain and established a kingdom here, they have already started conflicts and wars with the black barbarians.

From King Aiol to his generation, there have been dozens of generations and hundreds of years of change.

Among them, they fought and fought, and they have experienced no less than a hundred times of wars with the black barbarians.

Both sides have long regarded each other as water and fire, and when they meet, they will only draw their swords and face each other.

However, now the lords of these savage land, Woolf, actually want to see him?

Isn't he afraid that he will kill him? Or does he have any basis for thinking that he can't hurt him?

Thinking to himself, Sechel nodded, "Call them in, I'll see what tricks they can play! Humph!"

"Yes!" The adjutant led the way…

Looking at the night, Sezel's eyes were filled with a faint evil spirit. Woolf, does he really dare to come here to meet him?

Sechel's suspicion did not last long, because the adjutant had returned again, but there were a few more people behind him.

And the leader, Seychelle recognized it at a glance, who else could it be other than that guy Woolf?

He will never admit wrong.

Because, he and Woolf, as the leaders of the contemporary Rohan and the dark barbarian land, the conflict between them has never been broken.

They had known each other for a long time, and they could not wait to kill each other immediately.

Sechel narrowed his eyes, looked at the person who came, and said in a deep voice:

"Wolf, I really didn't expect that it was really you. You dared to come to my army alone. Could it be that you are ready to admit defeat and surrender to me?"

Hearing this, Woolf's originally calm face turned into a burst of anger.

Of course he also hated the Rohan King Seychel, after all, he was the one who kept the dark barbarians from marching eastwards, so that his people had been suffering in the bitter cold land of Ened.

But thinking of the purpose of this trip, he couldn't help but hold back his anger, just snorted coldly and said:

"Seychel, it's not me who wants to see you this time, but my master.

After all, Woolf stepped back and revealed the figure behind him.

Sechel was still a little puzzled, but as this Dao of the Blade figure entered his eyes, he became even more affectionate.

"Carl? You're not dead!" Seychel was stunned.

What exactly is going on?