Bloodmaul followed suit, "You won't be satisfied just being a Duke of the West, right?"

"If you could recruit 100,000 troops, you would have come here long ago, right? Why wait until now?"

Celes asked back.

"Let's not talk about how to coordinate the conflicts between your tribes. With abundant supplies, we will indeed recruit them like now, but then, what will I arm you with? Wearing animal skins, holding stone hammers and

Go fight those heavily armed human regular armies with wooden sticks? Haha, are you stupid, or do I look like a fool?"

Downton sneered, "Who can't draw a pie? The key is can you eat it?"

Blood Hammer was speechless.

"It takes at least 30,000 gold coins to arm an ogre. Have you ever thought that a group of unloyal soldiers may escape back to the hills at any time. Who will I cry to when I lose my wife and lose my troops?"

Downton hit the nail on the head when he said, "I am still young, and I would rather spend a few more years training soldiers with high benefits. At least they are from the West, and their interests are consistent with mine, and they can enjoy the dividends brought by the war.

Even if you fail, there is no way to escape." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!