"I was the first to get here!"
Although the Celtic warriors led by Kulin were fewer in number, they had their own ideas. They were indigenous people and were more eager to achieve fa and accomplishnts on this land.
Clegane was now waiting to form a cavalry squad and then return to his hotown with so n, trying to recruit more Sarmatian horsen who had integrated with the indigenous people. He himself had fellow townsn and childhood playmates, and with the title of knight, it was no problem to recruit so follower horsen.
To wear fine clothes but not return ho is like wearing glorious clothes while walking at night.
First gain achievents in battle, then return ho in glory, and bring so people out to strengthen his personal guard.
A seamless series of actions, also expanding his team.
Outside the camp.
Duncan glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Kulin was visibly excited; he didn’t even draw his weapon, but rather gestured with his sheath towards the opponent.
This was too humiliating!
The knight of the Horned Land was enraged, imdiately drawing sword and lifting shield, charging towards Kulin’s massive figure. He had so skills, trained since childhood, though more in riding skills, his foot combat was of dium proficiency.
Clang!
Crash!
In a duel, the strength of a two-star fighter was revealed without reservation, the noble rider’s one-handed sword was blocked by Kulin’s sheath, then with a single full-body collision, he effortlessly toppled the opponent, not giving him ti to lift his shield, the whole person was thrown off balance, and when he reluctantly looked up, the sheath was already at his neck.
This guy’s footing was unstable; on horseback, he might have displayed greater strength.
"With just this level, you dare challenge Lord Duncan?" Kulin’s expression was sowhat disdainful.
He was a traditional Gaulish Oathsworn Warrior, elite heavy infantry of the first echelon, capable of engaging the Imperial elite Forbidden Army, daring to face Sparta’s heavy infantry phalanx head-on before the common era, and was among the very few top-tier infantry types capable of penetrating the Sparta phalanx.
Honestly, the noble knight of the Horned Land couldn’t match him at all; even charging on horseback, he had the ability to counterattack.
Severus recruited not many people, but the overall strength was strong.
Of course, the real elite troops hadn’t arrived yet; the Old Temple Guards of the Polytheistic Church recruited by the Crow Queen - Triss were the main focus.
Duncan stepped forward, reaching out to lift the knight of the Horned Land who was full of sha and resentnt.
He glanced at the side towards Kulin, who imdiately retreated respectfully, no longer carrying the arrogance and disdain from before, returning to the ranks of the Celtic warriors.
The guy could really act.
Duncan patted the shoulder of this knight of the Horned Land and said, "What’s your na?"
The knight of the Horned Land replied respectfully, "Talon-Sari."
Duncan pondered a mont and said, "Bring the people from the River Valley here, reorganize and retrain them, my fleet will transport more grain and weapons from North Africa soon."
Still depended on Anya to get a foothold.
Rich lady’s kindness.
Talon’s troop actually only had a third possessing combat ability, the others were at militia level, only able to be mixed into auxiliary corps. After the reorganization, there were less than three hundred who could be viewed as regular infantry under Duncan’s command, with over two hundred being auxiliary soldiers, incapable of fighting hard battles.
Today’s happenings seed like a signal, and when more than ten people ca on the third day, Duncan finally realized sothing was off.
"Is my reputation really this widespread?"
"Why did hundreds suddenly co to join ? And Welsh archers?"
On the morning of the third day, it got even more intense.
Most of those who ca in the past few days were landless refugees whose hos were ravaged and occupied by Saxon pirates, mainly exiled Canti people, Brigantes, Ventans, etc. They were indigenous tribe mbers, branches of the Britons, who fled to the mountains after defeat, longing to reclaim their holand.
When Duncan saw a dozen ’Welsh archers’ with one-star skill today, he finally realized the profound impact of his legendary level on himself.
The Wales region hadn’t been occupied by the Barbarian Race; they ca purely for Duncan’s fa!
That was the territory of King Uther.
The leader of the Welsh archers seed puzzled, and when faced with Duncan’s inquiry, he answered honestly, "I don’t know either...’
"The Druid priest said, to deal with the invading Saxon Barbarians, co here and follow Lord Duncan!"
"So we decided to co here together."
They mainly wanted to establish accomplishnts; life for mountain folks wasn’t easy, and they hoped to cross class barriers through military achievents.
Druid?
The Mist-covered Avalon?!
Duncan imdiately thought of the fairies guarding Avalon. He had also heard so outrageous rumors about himself recently, many of which had so connection to Avalon. Because of this, indigenous people maintaining the traditional faith were flocking to him, rapidly enlarging his legion scale to nearly six hundred.
Duncan’s legendary level seed not only to reinforce the Dinsion Space but also to increasingly manifest its real-world influence.
In just half a month, his na had spread throughout the entire Britannia Region.
.........
Is Avalon helping ?
Duncan reorganized these Welsh archers into a nearly one hundred-mber strong long-range unit, all of whom brought their own provisions, weapons, leather armor, arrows, etc.
The British Hunters were considered second or third-tier archer units, reorganized into ’British Auxiliary Archers’ after integration.
Talon brought over three hundred people, mostly farrs, herdsn, and militian, mixed into two hundred-man squads, reorganized into ’British Coastal Guard’.
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