A bunch of weirdly dressed people?

Come and seek refuge with Dansen?

In the castle conference hall, Danson and Roland looked at each other, and were a little confused.

Danson walked to the main seat and sat down, asking, "Did these people say what they are?"

The sergeant nodded: "Yes, the person who led the lead, named Meganson, said he was a witch doctor. Some people said he was a beast trainer, and some people said he was a bird-singer... In short, it sounds mysterious."

Danson turned to look at Roland: "Homeid, what do you think?"

Roland had already understood it in his heart, and he smiled and said, "General, these people should be hiding wild mages. After the news of your defeat of the Iron Legion spread, these wild mages immediately became very confident in you. They came to join you, not only to seek your protection, but also to help our career."

"More than 100 wild mages came to join us, hiss, good news, good news!" Danson showed excitement.

When he shouted the slogan "Glenmai people united and expelled the light spirit" at the beginning of his uprising, many people responded, and many warriors and mages came to join him.

At that time, he felt that everything he did was very smooth, and he easily captured Bashar and Berryland, as if he was favored by the Creator.

Until the light spirit appeared and the black witch entered the city, the feeling of smooth sailing slowly disappeared. Some of the warriors who had defected to him died in battle and some defected, and the frustration of being abandoned in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Now, there are actually coming to join him again, and there are more than 100 wild mages, which makes Dansen realize that he must have gone the right path!

He immediately said to the sergeant: "Go and bring them all in, and I will meet them in person!"

"Yes, General!" The sergeant turned and left.

After waiting for the sergeant to leave, Danson immediately turned to Roland and said, "Homid, what do you think about this?"

Since Homid is far-sighted and has outstanding insights, he has many ideas. In the past half month, Danson has developed the habit of asking for his opinions in everything.

Roland thought for a while and said, "Although these people came to join, they were large and had unknown identities. When I met them later, I would like to give two suggestions to the general. First, don't make a promise easily. Second, keep a distance and be vigilant just in case."

More than a hundred wild mages said they were here to join, but no one knew their real purpose, let alone the spells they learned in the past. If there were evil god believers mixed in, or were light spirit spies, it would be easy to get into an accident.

After Roland reminded him, Danson's joy suddenly restrained a lot and his mind recovered. He nodded repeatedly: "Homid, what you said is, I was a little dizzy just now."

Roland said again: "Master Alina is more professional than me in identifying the believers of the evil gods, so I suggest you invite her too."

Danson agreed deeply and asked someone to invite Alina again.

Alina arrived soon, Roland briefly said the matter, and she smiled: "General, you are looking for the right person. No believer in the evil god can escape my eyes."

After a while, the sergeant brought a group of people into the conference hall.

The dress of these people is indeed very strange. Some wear straw hats and straw raincoats, some have deer antlers on their heads, some have bird beak masks, and many people have various terrifying patterns on their faces.

This group of people appeared in the conference hall, giving people the feeling of demons dancing around.

Danson felt a little disappointed. Although it was a good thing for someone to join him, who are these people?

As soon as the impression was bad, Danson became more happy. He smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, you are all capable people. I am very curious and want to know what abilities do you have? Can you introduce yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deer-antured man walked up and saluted Danson respectfully: "General, my name is Meganson, and I am from Crates. I am a witch doctor, good at treating abscess, exorcising evil spirits, and attracting souls. I am also good at using some herbs to treat common diseases, and also have a good set of treatment methods for external injuries such as knife wounds and arrow wounds."

Dansen nodded repeatedly when he heard this. Although he was not interested in exorcism, what he said later was still very useful to the Red Eagle Army.

"No, not bad. Mr. Meganson, you stand here first. Then, next."

Another weird man with a wolf head pattern on his face walked up, and he said in a rough voice: "General, my name is Walford, I am good at psychics, summoning the wolf god to lean over..."

Before he finished speaking, Roland said, "You believe in the evil god Van Menis?"

The weirdo was stunned, and then his face turned angry: "Sir, Van Menis is the great wolf god, not the evil god!"

Roland ignored him and turned to Dansen and said, "General, in the 728th year of the solar calendar, the followers of the evil god Van Menis once spread a werewolf disease in Arora. Those who get sick will turn into a bloodthirsty monster with wolf-headed human body within three days. This chaos caused about 6,000 innocent people to die."

Danson gasped and said angrily: "The Red Eagle Army will never protect the believers of the evil gods! Mr. Wolfo, given your kindness, I will not punish you this time, but please leave Bashar City immediately!"

After he finished speaking, Elena, who was standing beside him, said coldly: "Soul of Van Menis, I want to remind you not to be fooled with the general. My owl will monitor you all the way."

As he said that, the snow-feathered owl fell from the beam, and his dark red eyes stared at Walford.

Wolfo showed fear in his eyes, but he was still unwilling to accept it: "General, I have never done any evil. I came to Bashar City, just to help you."

Dansen flatly refused: "Stop talking, the Red Eagle Army does not need the help of the evil god!"

After hijacking the Black Witch, Danson was extremely resistant to anything related to the evil god.

Wolfo was unwilling to accept it and turned to look at the witch doctor Meganson.

Meganson hesitated for a few seconds, but still spoke: "General, as far as I know, Wolfo did not do evil. He killed several people, but they were all for self-protection."

Danson turned to look at Roland.

Roland said: "Mr. Wolford, you can stay, but you must give up your faith in the evil god Van Menis."

Wolford shook his head repeatedly: "No, I will never give up. My Lord has given me strength and saved me in danger many times. I will never give up on him! Never!"

Speaking of the back, his expression was already a little crazy, and the wolf head pattern drawn on his face became more and more ferocious. Under the dim light of the whale oil lamp, he almost came back to life.

Dansen was frightened and immediately said, "Since this is your choice, then that's it. Come and take him down!"

Wolf glared at Roland and Alina with a resentful look, and turned to leave.

Danson continued: "Next!"

Afterwards, more than a hundred wild mages introduced themselves one by one.

Roland and Alina were helping to identify.

By 10 o'clock in the evening, 83 wild mages were left behind, and more than 20 wild mages were expelled and sent out of Bashar City.

These 20 wild mages were either involved in the belief of evil gods, or had misconduct, or had close ties with the Iron Duke and were suspected of being spies.

Finally, Danson said to the 83 wild mages who were left behind: "Everyone, this young man beside me is Mr. Homid, the chief mage of Bashar City. Next, he will be responsible for arranging your work."

The wild mages who came to join this time were generally older, with an average age of about 30 years old, and their mana was higher than the previous ones, and their personality was obviously much stronger than the previous ones.

For example, the witch doctor Meganson, judging from the magic power he showed, his magic power strength is at least 4,000 points, which has reached the level of an intermediate mage.

When these people saw Roland, they saw that he was so young, and many people immediately showed a hint of contempt in their eyes.

A middle-aged man wearing a cloak of razed rattan and a straw crown said directly: "General, are you joking? How capable can Mr. Homid be so young? What qualifications do he have to arrange for us?"

Danson was stunned, suddenly became angry, and immediately increased his tone: "I want to remind you that although Mr. Homid is young, he is a formal mage graduated from the Royal Academy of Arts and Law. He has strong magic power and profound magic. Even the bald god of death Rockway died at his hands. If you despise him because of his youth, it would be a great fool!"

As soon as these words were said, many wild mages showed surprise in their eyes.

Whether it is the bald god of death, Lockeve or the Royal Academy of Arts and Law, they are very famous and cannot help but ignore it. Many wild mages have lost their contempt in their eyes.

The middle-aged man was also a little surprised: "It turned out to be a mage from the Royal Academy of Arts and Laws. He is amazing~ amazing~ tsk tsk."

This attitude is not respectful, and it always makes you look down on me.

Danson was very dissatisfied and was about to give this guy a lesson. Roland suddenly pulled his arm. He turned around and saw Roland looking at him with a smile.

"General, it's very late. You've been working hard for days and should have a rest early. Let me solve these small things."

Danson was slightly stunned, and then he understood what Roland meant.

He looked at the wild mages in the hall with sympathy and said to himself: "Wild boys, may the Creator favor you."

"Okay, Mr. Homid, I'm really tired, so I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, Danson turned around and left the conference hall.

All the magic matters belong to Roland, which is the tacit understanding between him and Roland.

After Dansen left, Roland showed a faint smile on his face: "You have been in trouble after a long journey to Bashar City, so I will arrange for you to rest first. If you have anything, we will talk about it tomorrow."

There is nothing wrong with this, but the witch doctor Meganson suddenly spoke, "Master Homid, I have a request."

Roland smiled and said, "You said."

Meganson saluted Roland first, and then said respectfully: "None of us has ever seen the world and admired the Royal Academy of Arts and Law. You are a wizard from the Academy of Arts and Law. I wonder if you can let us see the orthodox spells from the Royal Academy of Arts and Laws?"

"Hmm?" Roland frowned slightly, and he looked at the group of wild mages carefully.

The witch doctor Meganson was respectful to him on the surface, but secretly he was unruly. The other wild mages were vaguely headed by the witch doctor Meganson, including Wolfo, a former expelled evil god believer.

The situation is obvious. These wild mages with unruly personalities have become a group, and the leader of this team is the witch doctor Meganson.
Chapter completed!