Chapter 211 Departure
"Don't bother, the trade route is blocked. We can only get some materials from the elves and dwarves, but the quantity is limited, so you have one more task during this trip. See if we can open up the trade route and let people from the western region The caravan can come here." Yun Feng said.
"Can't the caravan from the west come over now? Isn't there Rivendell? They should be able to come through the elves' territory." Roland really hasn't paid attention to this kind of thing.
"Um... the question is who did the caravan come to do business with? With the woodland elves and the orcs in the dark forest?" Yun Feng shrugged and asked.
"Indeed, there are few things in human hands that elves can like." Roland sighed helplessly. Demand determines supply. Without demand, no one will come.
"So you need to contact the human world in the west to tell them that Gushan has been revived again." Yun Feng nodded. The wealth of the dwarves will drive businessmen to come, and the various outputs near Gushan are not found in other places. When several kingdoms stood here again, people naturally flocked to them.
"I will try." Roland promised.
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"Goddess! You've finally been calm for a few days and you're going to start a war again?" Seeing that the army was gathering, Verve helplessly held his head.
"Well, the dwarves are here. I promised them that I would help them regain Moria together. After all, the development of this kingdom requires money..." Roland shrugged helplessly.
"Okay, but please forgive me and my clansmen for not being able to go together this time." Everyone knows that elves don't like to fight in small terrain. Elves who are good at kiting tactics are rarely willing to fight deep into caves.
"It doesn't matter, it's not your war, you don't need to blame yourself." Roland nodded in agreement. There is no reason why the prairie elves need to work together to make money by themselves.
"Thank you for your understanding." Verwei said gratefully. After all, one less battle means less risk of attrition. Verwei attaches great importance to his remaining clan members.
"Wish me a safe return!" Roland nodded and looked at Verway.
"I believe that your kingly demeanor will drive away the darkness in the depths of Moria!" Verve said firmly.
"I'd like to lend you some good advice, Ormsk! Kaslo is gone! And my dear, have you seen our dragon?" Roland shouted loudly.
"Here! Your Highness, I'm here!" Kaslo desperately pushed through the torrent of soldiers below and raised his hands.
"Oh! Dragon God! This little guy is still sleeping!" Nyx rushed out holding a small blue dragon and handed it to Roland.
"Caslow, it seems you need to lose weight!" Roland teased as he looked at Caslow, who was out of shape due to being squeezed in the crowd.
"Your Highness, I'm ready!" Kaslo, who was so squeezed that his dragon armor was tilted, finally jumped over the crowd and came to Roland.
"Well, it's time to widen the road here!" Roland said noncommittally. The road that usually seemed indifferent now seemed a little narrower.
"Dragon God! Are you going to exhaust me to death? Your Highness?" Mr. Radil was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. Not to mention that the entire rapid city's infrastructure was 100%, but 80% of the civil engineering was done by Ladil. Thanks to Mr. Dill, the earth mage (×) and the contractor (√).
"It was already very wide when it was first built! It was enough to accommodate two four-carriage carriages running side by side. You think it's narrow because you crammed more than five hundred fully armed Lagrand soldiers into such a small place!" Radil rolled his eyes and expressed dissatisfaction with his king's behavior of making trouble for himself.
In the end, Roland determined the number of troops for the expedition, including: 100 Dovinion heavy swordsmen, 200 Lagrand royal guards, 50 Lordaeron rangers, and 150 Lagrand city guards! There were 600 people in total, and the accompanying generals included Ormsk and Kaslo, while the others stayed behind in Rapid City.
"Okay, let's get ready to go! By the way, let's see if the baggage is well prepared. I don't want my soldiers to be hungry and weak in the legs before they see the enemy!" Roland certainly did not forget the most important logistical support. Work, thanks to the short shelf life of the damn bread, even black bread cannot be stored for long, you must know that they have to go into the woods and caves, and the moist dew will make the bread wet.
"So something like the space ring was born..." Yun Feng walked out with an expression of caring for mentally retarded children.
"Do you keep a space ring that big like yours to hold stones? Your Highness?" Yun Feng sighed and threw Roland a brand new space ring.
"It's filled with nearly 60,000 loaves of bread and 5,000 pounds of bacon and fish. It's enough to feed six hundred people for a month. Although it's a bit monotonous, it won't make you hungry at least." Yun Feng explained. .
"Thank you so much. This way we can save the manpower to take care of the baggage carriage." Roland really forgot that he still had system space...
"You don't need to thank me. You should thank the women and chefs in the city. They have been working day and night for a week on these things!" Yun Feng said. Although there are only 600 people in the team, this is different from when Roland first started. At that time, Roland fed his first army with the food as a sign-in reward, but now... the Goubi system no longer provides food, and even if it does, it only provides some exquisite snacks to satisfy Nyx's hunger. Not bad, let alone supplying an army of 600 people. Supplying 60 people can make them hungry for nine meals in three days.
Moreover, not everyone in Middle-earth is Bei Ye and Starving Druid. How can you let these soldiers fight bravely and let them play a "survival" game? Then forget it! Even if they don't rebel, they have shown their loyalty to the kingdom.
Roland solemnly put the treasure ring containing the lifeblood of his army into the system space. Then he let out a long sigh and entered the jurisdiction of the system. Not even gods can take away the rations of his army!
"Very good! Let's go!" Roland said with high spirits, enthusiasm and enthusiasm as he mounted his Charles war horse.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Roland as if he had gold in his body.
"Very good, let's go, so where should we go, Your Highness?" Kaslo, who finally turned red and suppressed his anger, asked extremely frustrated.
"Um... where to go? That's a good question! So the dwarf didn't tell us where we should meet?" Roland was extremely embarrassed. He suddenly realized that he had forgotten to agree on a meeting place with the dwarf.
"Oh! Dragon God... Lagrand ancestors of all generations..." Ormsk covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly.
"I'll go ask...if they set off, look for them along the way." Kaslo came to Roland's rescue. If the dwarves didn't set off, he would inform them. If they did, he would ask them to agree on a meeting place. That's okay. The above is a good remedy, and for the flying dragon, such a short distance is not a problem.
"Your Highness, you will cause big problems if you are so rash..." Ormsk came up and whispered. His king was really slapped in the face. Under the spotlight, the people lined up to bid farewell to the expeditionary force, but his king did something wrong. Such a mistake, the dwarves are short of brains and you can't miss it... Ormsk was about to cry but had no tears, so he could only command the army to leave the city first. His own king was doing everything he could, and he had to take over with tears in his eyes.
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