Scene 46 The Growth of Valhalla (Part 2)

After listening to Monica's mechanical tone, Brando was almost stunned, and couldn't help but blurted out: "Valhalla is a replica of Babel! Monica, do you know the age of the gods and people?" s legend?"

Monica regained her composure, quickly shook her head, and her tone returned to normal: "No, my lord, I don't know. "More and More""

"Wait, how do you know this?"

"No, I don't know either, but since the World Tree Fortress was upgraded, as one of its general managers, this knowledge seems to have automatically appeared in my mind." Yes, I can't tell."

Brando was slightly taken aback, and calmed down: "In other words, Valhalla is likely to be a creation from the age of the gods?"

"I'm not sure about that, my lord."

"Forget it, anyway, at least know that it belongs to us." Brando waved his hand and decided not to get entangled in these messy issues: "Let's go back to the original topic. Build elf arrow towers on the road. So I only need to build twenty arrow towers, Monica."

"I understand, my lord. However, the territory now needs more magic power and material ratio, and what you allocated to us before may not be enough." Monica replied respectfully: "Thanks to your lord, Valhalla is growing fast."

Brando gritted his teeth. It's okay that Monica didn't mention this. When he mentioned it, he remembered the mountains of colorless transparent crystals he saw under the World Tree before. The saving of these things is an example of the wealth that this World Tree Fortress has consumed for half a year.

But this is just the beginning. Each arrow tower on the list needs to consume nearly 200,000 mana and a huge amount of supplies. Magic power can also be transformed with crystals, but all materials must be transferred from the territory.

He couldn't help but groaned in his heart: "From now on, the proportion of magic crystals produced in the Black Forest that you will use will be doubled from 20%. In addition, in terms of supplies, I will let Uta and Antitina Satisfy you first..."

"Thank you so much, Lord Lord." The light spirit Monica flew around excitedly in the sky.

Obviously, she said so much earlier, in fact, it was just for this sentence.

But Brando actually knows better than her how a higher-level magic territory is a waste of money, and the Elf Arrow Tower is just the beginning. With the Elven Arrow Tower. Archers and ballistas are needed first, followed by wizards and magic apprentices.

All of these require money.

Brando rubbed his forehead and asked, "How's the wind shooter training, Monica?"

"Just about to report here, my lord." Monica replied immediately: "The wind shooter hall has been built, and the first batch of trained soldiers are mainly tree elves from the ring of trade winds. Later, some soldiers from The elves in other places, such as some wind elf mercenaries and wild elf refugees from the north, but from the third batch, humans are the main source of soldiers; but judging from the degree of training completion, elves are still the potential best The wind shooter—”

This was beyond Brando's expectations. The number of elves in the human world is not much, let alone a place like Tonigel. As for the elves' archery talent far surpassing that of humans, this is also reasonable.

But when he heard Monica say that there are 465 tree elf wind shooters in the army, 187 other elf wind shooters, and only 160 human wind shooters, I still couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Why are there so few humans? Could it be that the elimination rate is too high?"

"This is also a factor. Your lord."

At this time, a voice came in, and Brando turned around when he heard the familiar voice, and he saw Flo with a serious face coming over. The wild elf girl came to him with several rolls of parchment. He replied: "However, the key reason is the strange rules that you, the lecherous lord, have set - you must be a girl to become a wind shooter - most of Tonigel's humans are refugees, there are few women, and their physique and age match The requirements are even less, and due to the elimination rate, the remaining ones are naturally rare."

The elder sister of the wild elf glanced at her lord—her current attire was very different from before. Since the deck composition became the Vanguard of the White City, her attire has also changed from the original mercenary uniform to a more formal elementalist robe, but the robe is still monochromatic, which is because of the sharp drop in level—then said lightly: "Now everyone in the entire territory already knows about your special hobby, Lord Lord. Although it is normal for a normal man to have such fantasies. But Flo also hopes that Lord can pay attention to his reputation."

"What!?" Brando was stunned: "When did I set such a rule?"

He suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but ran to the tree wall to take a look, and sure enough, he saw a large group of elves and human archers training in the direction of the wind shooter hall on the ring road, all of them were women. And they were all women with high qualifications, so he was almost dazzled.

Brando quickly took a deep breath and turned around and asked, "What's going on?"

He never dreamed of it. He didn't ask about the development of Valhalla for a few months, but this damn World Tree Fortress has built a real female army for him. Of course, that's not to say that this is bad. Of course, Brando also hopes that his subordinates can be more pleasing to the eye, but as an army, men are indeed much more convenient than women in many ways.

"This..." Monica hesitated. Then he replied: "The wind shooter in Valhalla was originally inherited from the silver elf's princess guard, so..."

Brando shut up immediately.

Of course he understood what the Silver Elf's princess guard was. The name Princess Guard does not actually mean that this army is the guard of the Silver Elf princess, the name is actually a metaphor, because every warrior in this army of archers is the most outstanding female of the Silver Elf.

According to the setting of the Amber Sword, it can even be said that this army is the Amazon female warrior in the history of Warnd.

After hearing what Monica said, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, probably never dreaming that he would inherit such an army in his hands.

"Princess Guard," he asked subconsciously: "Could it be that Valhalla's wind shooters have the same fighting power as the Princess Guard in history?"

That's an army of the same level as the Silver Elf and Dragon King Cavalry——

"Of course not," but Monica immediately dispelled his expectations: "After all, the wind shooter is only the lowest-level unit in Valhalla, and it can only be said to be a simplification of the princess guard in terms of form."

"Then what is it capable of?" Brando asked.

"My lord, you can see for yourself."

In fact, there is no need for Monica to remind, Brando has already looked in that direction. On the lower ring road, behind the wind shooter hall is a huge training ground. The first batch of tree elf wind shooters were divided into several groups to fight each other. Brando immediately saw the looming figures of those elf women. In his cognition, there was only one type of spell effect that had such a sign.

"Invisibility?"

"Yes. Wind Archers are typical field troops. Their greatest ability is their ability to remain invisible for a short period of time during a battle, or to sneak for a long time before a battle." Monica replied: "But the current Valhalla The wind shooters are also equipped with the wind shooter armor designed by you, Lord Lord, so in fact they also have short-term flying and gliding abilities—"

Up Martha!

After hearing this, Brando couldn't help being surprised. It is conceivable how useful the invisible shooter is on the battlefield. One of the major flaws of archers on the battlefield is that they lack the ability to fight in close quarters and are easy to be discovered. Generally speaking, once the formation of archers is approached by cavalry, they may collapse immediately.

But the Wind Shooter is clearly something else entirely. They don't even need protection. Once approached, immediately use the flying ability provided by the wind shooter cloak to distance yourself, then use the invisibility to re-enter the cover state and wait for the next shot.

sky! Brando can fully imagine how terrifying that would be. But the only problem now is that the number is still too small, otherwise this war will come in handy.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked, "Flo, did you get any new news from Denell?"

"Not this time, my lord." Flo replied with the same look: "This time it's about a certain Madara lord, a guy from Silman's side who has been favored by the Lord asked our messenger to bring The news came back. Just as the adults expected, the army of undead has begun to gather in Yusong area."

"Blood Wand." Brando closed the lord interface with a 'snap', and he stood up: "The undead have already started to leave. Then the time for Earl Denell to leave should be soon. The time is faster than I expected It's still a little early, it seems that Grand Duke Anleke must have some new progress, which makes him feel a little imminent."

"His Royal Highness asks when you are leaving? Your lord?" Flo replied again.

"your Highness?"

Brando was slightly taken aback, and there was a sudden commotion on the side of the square. He raised his head, just in time to see Her Royal Highness leading a group of people walking from the Moon Tower - they must have entered the central hall of the World Tree through the ring road and came up to the square.

Her Royal Highness took several female officials through the center of the square, and she glanced at her younger brother who was bound firmly by the roots of the ancient tree. It was only then that Brando noticed that he hadn't reminded him for a while, that His Highness the Little Prince seemed to have completely succumbed to the tentacle's majesty, his little face turned red from being strangled, and his sword was thrown away. There, he kept 'panting'.

Seeing this scene, Princess Griffin couldn't help but frowned and shook her head slightly.

She walked up to Brando, took a breath, and then greeted softly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Brando is still in the same spirit."

"His Royal Highness..." Brando was a little embarrassed. After all, someone else's younger brother, the future king of the kingdom, was tortured like this. It's okay if Her Royal Highness didn't see it, but I didn't expect to be bumped into by the opposite side after I didn't check for a while.

"I'm not here to talk about this, my lord count." Her Royal Highness shook her head, "I'm here to say goodbye to you. By the way, I would like to ask, when do you plan to leave for Viero?"

"Farewell?" Brando was taken aback.

"I plan to go back to Flada first. Mr. Overwell and the envoy of Lantoniland are still waiting for me there. In addition, Mr. Eco and his fiancee have sent news. They have already left for Valendenburg yesterday. Grand Duke Lantonilan entrusted him with carte blanche to act on behalf of Lantonilan this time—" She paused: "So I don't have much time left."

Brando suddenly realized. He fell silent. In fact, he had just received news about the undead from Flo, and he knew the time was ripe. But I didn't expect the princess to come down so fast.

"Mr. Brando, are you going to leave for Vlada with me?" The half-elf princess paused and asked again.

Brando is naturally eager to walk with the eldest princess. However, he hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "No, there's no need. Your Royal Highness. I have other things to do. You can go ahead and wait for me to meet you in Valendenburg."

Princess Griffin looked at him without any surprise in her silver eyes. In fact, she already knew where Brando was going, she pondered for a moment: "Are you going to take those Cruz people?"

"Yes," Brando nodded. In a sense, the purpose of going to the Stained Frost Forest was to help the Cruz people, so of course he had to take these guys with him. But most of those Cruz knights are oil bottles. He thought for a while and then replied: "I just need to bring Laurenna and her fiancé with me. Veronica should also meet me there."

"Can you make it in time?" asked the princess.

"Should be." Brando nodded.

Although the Maze of the Stained Frost Forest is a legendary dungeon, it is actually not that big inside. What's more, he doesn't necessarily have to fight the monsters inside. The best idea is that Anleke has already got the Dragon Heart, and then he only needs to grab it from some cultists.

There is no psychological burden.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Princess Griffin looked at him, the trust in her eyes was very obvious. She whispered, "Magdal will leave it to you—"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, Princess Magdal is also my friend."

"I see. Mr. Brando, then I can rest assured."

"But I still have an unfeeling request, Your Royal Highness." Brando said again suddenly. He looked at the future Princess Regent of Eruin. Some hesitation, to be honest, he is not sure whether the other party will agree to his request.

"Um?"

"Actually, there are two requirements. First, I hope that Freya will command Vlada's army this time. Second, I hope that Prince Haruze will go to the Stained Frost Forest with me this time."

As soon as Brando said a word, the surroundings immediately became quiet.

The princess was silent for a moment: "I have already said the first request, Mr. Brando. You will be fully responsible for the military command of the two territories. As for who will be their commander, it is up to you to decide."

"As for the second request..." The half-elf girl was slightly silent, after all, he was her only younger brother. She gave all her hope, hoping that the other party could support the kingdom. She certainly hoped that Haruze would be stronger, but that didn't mean she could easily put her brother in danger.

Although Brando didn't say it. But she also knew the dangers of the Frost Forest. After all, it was still in the Kingdom of Eruin, and almost most of the disasters in the province of Vieiro came from the direction of the Needle Falls Hill Avenue. As a princess of a country, it is impossible for her not to have heard of these rumors.

"Can I know the reason?" Finally, she asked softly.

Brando hesitated. Of course, he couldn't say that he wanted to take the little prince to brush up dungeons and equipment, to accumulate some experience, and at the same time, it would be better to make him more independent. He thought for a moment, and finally replied:

"I think Haruze...His Royal Highness, he...needs a bit of tempering."

"Can't it be done elsewhere?" Griffin frowned.

"Of course we can, but we don't have much time left. Now that we have this opportunity, I think maybe we should let him go and let him go his own way."

Brando replied seriously. He turned his head and looked at the tightly bound little prince, and asked, "His Royal Highness, Prince Haruze, are you afraid?"

"I..." The little prince was so strangled that he was about to cry, but he looked at his sister, then at the scary teacher, and finally he could only say pitifully: "I, I, I am not afraid... "

Seeing his younger brother like this, Griffin couldn't help sighing. Of course she knew that her brother was not willing. But just like that, she calmed down and nodded seriously.

"I see, Mr. Brando, Haruze will leave it to you."

Haruze looked at his sister tearfully. The sad look at that moment almost made Brando suspect that he didn't want him from his sister, but was abandoned by the princess.

But Her Royal Highness was obviously more hard-hearted than Brando imagined. She didn't even look at her younger brother, and said to Brando, "Then I will take my leave, Mr. Brando."

Brando nodded, slightly moved in his heart. Undoubtedly, for the current Highness Princess, Haruze is undoubtedly one of the most important people to her. The significance of her handing over the little prince to him was even more important than handing over the Keystone to him at that time.

It can be said that if something unexpected happened to Haruze, her persistence and hope would be of little value.

Brando turned around: "Flo, let Miss Freya prepare, we are ready to go."

he ordered succinctly.

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(ps: At the last moment of the update, the background of the starting point actually got stuck. I really want to fuck the starting point to death... Your strong baboon is dead...) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come Vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.) ( Amber Sword )