"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 fame and accomplishments on this land.
Clegane was now waiting to form a cavalry squad and then return to his hometown with some men, trying to recruit more Sarmatian horsemen who had integrated with the indigenous people. He himself had fellow townsmen and childhood playmates, and with the title of knight, it was no problem to recruit some follower horsemen.
To wear fine clothes but not return home is like wearing glorious clothes while walking at night.
First gain achievements in battle, then return home in glory, and bring some people out to strengthen his personal guard.
A seamless series of actions, also expanding his team.
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, immediately drawing sword and lifting shield, charging towards Kulin’s massive figure. He had some skills, trained since childhood, though more in riding skills, his foot combat was of medium proficiency.
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 time to lift his shield, the whole person was thrown off balance, and when he reluctantly looked up, the sheath was already at his neck. Read complete version only at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
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 somewhat 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 shame and resentment.
He glanced at the side towards Kulin, who immediately 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 name?"
The knight of the Horned Land replied respectfully, "Talon-Sari."
Duncan pondered a moment 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 seemed like a signal, and when more than ten people came on the third day, Duncan finally realized something was off.
"Is my reputation really this widespread?"
"Why did hundreds suddenly come to join me? And Welsh archers?"
On the morning of the third day, it got even more intense.
Most of those who came in the past few days were landless refugees whose homes were ravaged and occupied by Saxon pirates, mainly exiled Canti people, Brigantes, Ventans, etc. They were indigenous tribe members, branches of the Britons, who fled to the mountains after defeat, longing to reclaim their homeland.
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 came purely for Duncan’s fame!
That was the territory of King Uther.
The leader of the Welsh archers seemed 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, come here and follow Lord Duncan!"
"So we decided to come here together."
They mainly wanted to establish accomplishments; life for mountain folks wasn’t easy, and they hoped to cross class barriers through military achievements.
The Mist-covered Avalon?!
Duncan immediately thought of the fairies guarding Avalon. He had also heard some outrageous rumors about himself recently, many of which had some 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 seemed not only to reinforce the Dimension Space but also to increasingly manifest its real-world influence.
In just half a month, his name had spread throughout the entire Britannia Region.
Is Avalon helping me?
Duncan reorganized these Welsh archers into a nearly one hundred-member 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 farmers, herdsmen, and militiamen, mixed into two hundred-man squads, reorganized into ’British Coastal Guard’.