Chapter 277

On the airship, Ren saw Sicarius dancing and talking.

He didn't listen with the voice of all things, but he could see the expression of the patriarch Marius constantly changing, stern, dignified, surprised, puzzled, etc. He asked Sicarius some questions from time to time, and couldn't help it Looking up at the airship, his eyes are very complicated.

"The Primarch...Modu...Wezeland...Earl of Glamorgan, Boss...Rambo's Spear...Blazing Dragon..." Some words came out of Sicarius' mouth.

Beside Marius, the other Macragges let out exclamations.

But Marius frowned.

Ren saw that the color of his soul was changing rapidly, like a big dye vat. There was excitement and shock, but more hesitation and worry. Obviously, he thought more about it than the average Macragge.

After Sicarius finished speaking, Marius fell silent.

The patriarch's reaction made Sicarius realize that something was wrong. The three Ultramarines who landed on the dragon looked at each other. They had been in the empire for many years and knew better than the tribesmen who stayed on the plateau. They vaguely guessed some of Marius idea.

"Patriarch?"

Sicarius asked cautiously: "Can the airship land? The boss and brothers are on it."

"Of course, brothers are welcome to go home." Marius glanced at the airship and said with a smile, "I also want to meet your boss. What kind of hero is it that makes you respect him so much?"

"Boss, he..."

Sicarius still wanted to say a few words for Ren, but was touched by Tyrion from behind, and quickly changed his words: "I'll notify the airship to come down."

As he spoke, he jumped onto the fire dragon and soared into the sky.

After a while, the airship slowly landed on the platform on the top of the huge rock in the city under the gaze of the Macragges in the entire city.

The door of the cargo compartment opened, and Ultramarines wearing enchanted armor came out one by one.

They were divided into two rows, and the two Ultramarines headed by them were holding battle flags more than four meters high. On the black metal flagpole, a blood-stained red square flag was fluttering. In the middle was a golden emblem with a crescent moon and a warhammer crossed. , the edge of the flag is surrounded by gold-like wheat ear patterns, the overall pattern is simple and clear, and it is unforgettable at a glance.

boom! boom! boom……

The heavy footsteps sounded in unison, like a thunderous war drum, beating on the hearts of every Macragge onlookers.

Even though there were less than 30 people, and they knew that they were their own clansmen, the Macragge people who had never left the plateau were still shocked by this extremely powerful aura. .

With a bang, two rows of Ultramarines stood facing each other, like a tall steel barrier.

Then, people saw a young human appearing.

He is wearing a close-fitting silver light armor. He is tall and strong, with a very handsome appearance, a faint smile on his face, a luxurious and restrained magic sword hanging on his waist, and a large blood-red cloak behind him.

According to the standards of the Macragge people, this young human was thin and thin, even inferior to the minors in the tribe. However, no one dared to underestimate him when he appeared in such a majestic formation.

Ren walked between two rows of Ultramarines. A breeze blew by, and his cloak fluttered and fluttered.

Marius' eyelids twitched. As a legend, his perception is many times sharper than that of his clansmen. He just looked at him twice and felt a strong coercion on this human being. It seemed to be covered by the cloak, and he couldn't Really see the details.

He went up to him and said loudly, "Welcome Lord Glamorgan to visit Astarte."

While speaking, the barbarian patriarch stretched out his big hand.

"Your Excellency Marius." Ren also stretched out his right hand, and his two hands, which were nearly three times the size, clasped together and made a crisp sound.

However, the two of them had no intention of competing, and separated after a little testing.

"Your lord is so young and promising!" Marius said half flattering and half sighing, "I heard what Sicarius said just now, and I thought my lord was at least forty or fifty years old, but I didn't expect such a thing. Being young makes me feel old.”

"Please call me Ren." Ren replied with a smile: "I have also heard about the prestige of the patriarch from Sicarius, and I finally saw it today. I am ashamed of the patriarch's strength."

"Really?" Marius was noncommittal.

The two said a few polite words to each other, and the scene looked harmonious.

Ren sighed secretly in his heart, the patriarch of Macragge didn't particularly welcome his arrival, and was even a little wary.

Empathy, in fact, is also understandable.

His purpose in going to Astartes is to recruit more Ultramarines, but the entire Macragge tribe has only more than 3,000 people in total, half of them are men, and the remaining half are women whose fighting power is no less than that of men, but they have no Primarch Symbiotic talent.

Deducting the children who have not yet grown up, there are actually only about a thousand Macragges who can become Ultramarines.

If they were recruited away, even if only half of them were taken away, the overall strength of the Macragge tribe would be severely damaged and they would lose their foothold on the plateau.

As the patriarch, Marius certainly didn't want to see this happen.

Ren thought to himself that he had no plan to recruit so many Ultramarines, and he couldn't bear the interference of so many symbiotes, and he also prepared compensation conditions for the tribe.

It's not the time to talk about the conditions when you are new here, you can talk about it later.

Ren waved his hand, turned around and said, "Brothers, move all the supplies down."

"Yes, boss."

The Ultramarines responded in unison, returned to the cargo hold of the airship, and moved down heavy wooden boxes one by one. Within a few minutes, they were piled up on the platform as high as a hill, and there were at least a few hundred boxes.

Ren said: "Patriarch, I heard that Macragge has been under threat and is in urgent need of supplies, so I purchased this batch of weapons, armor, potions, and some daily clothes and seasonings, which are not worth much. It is my gift to the tribe, thank Sicarius and the others for working for me, and relieve them of their worries."

Several Ultramarines opened a batch of boxes in public.

The chest was full of fine armor tailored for the Macragges, a total of 500 sets, matching two-handed greatswords, and 3,000 javelins made of black steel.

There are also two large boxes of healing potions, detoxification potions, and more.

With so many supplies, the eyes of the Macragges who were watching were shining. Marius was also a little excited, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "On behalf of all the Macragges, I thank the lord for the gift."

In fact, he really wanted to refuse, but this batch of supplies was too much, and it was just what the tribe needed urgently.

Ren said that it was not worth much, but Marius knew very well that at least it was worth more than 50,000 gold shields, and he had no connections in the empire, and he couldn't buy it even if he had money.

And not counting the freight, it was sent all the way to the Sain Plateau, which shows Ren's intentions.

Marius sent people to move the supplies down to the warehouse in the city, and then arranged for people to hold a welcome banquet for Ren.

Ren breathed a sigh of relief, he was short-handed, and Marius' acceptance of this batch of supplies was a good start.

He said to the Ultramarines: "You are all home, disband on the spot."

Only then did the Ultramarines take off their helmets, revealing their faces to recognize the clansmen, and shouts of surprise sounded out their names.

"Gron!"

"Kivat...Gilliman, you have changed so much that I didn't even recognize it..."

"It's you boy, Baredi. That's a shock to me."

"Hahaha, didn't expect that?" The Ultramarines were very excited, hugging their relatives and friends one by one, showing off their strength, and sharing their experience of the empire while going to their home.

They couldn't do without the boss, that is, Ren.

Seeing this scene, Marius shook his head invisibly, his eyes full of helplessness.

These tribesmen who came back from the empire have completely turned to their Primarch, and they are also Rennes' best propagandists among the tribe.

Marius let out a sigh, he knew that it would be difficult for him to stop Ren's recruitment of the tribe.

Rennes can give too much!

The first is power. Sicarius, Tyrion, and Otto are the best role models. All three of them have been promoted to legends. You know, there have been no legends in the tribe for decades, and the others follow Rennes. It's a miracle that all the clansmen have become high-level fighters.

The second is the equipment. Whether it is the tailor-made enchanted armor or the Rambo gun that Sicarius said, they are all weapons and equipment that the tribe people dream of. Especially Rambo's gun, although I haven't seen its power with my own eyes, I can feel its power from Sicarius' description.

The last is glory. Ren is a hero who is famous in the empire. The Ultramarines follow him to fight. In the future, they will surely become a world-renowned super army and leave a glorious page in history.

In addition, there are flying dragon mounts, generous salaries, and a good life in Modu, etc. Almost no clansman can resist such temptations.

Marius felt very powerless.

He looked at Ren, the young human lord, mysterious, powerful, and with an amazing background. It seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable fog, with countless secrets hidden in the depths.

"Your lord is really a good idea." Marius said with a complicated mood.

"Your Excellency the patriarch." Ren stroked his chest and saluted with sincerity on his face, "I swear in the name of the goddess that I have absolutely no malice towards the Macragge tribe. The affairs of the tribe are my affairs; the enemies of the tribe are my affairs. My enemy. Ren Augustus will always be an ally of the Macragges!"

When Marius heard this, his face softened a little.

However, he did not agree on the spot. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I hope the lord can do what he says, but forming an alliance is not a trivial matter, and it is not something I can decide. Please rest in the tribe and wait for the news."

Ren was suddenly surprised.

As far as he knows, the political structure of the Macragges is very simple, the strong are respected, and the patriarch Marius almost has the final say. Why can't he make a decision?