Chapter 464 Right of Reward
Chapter 464: Right of Reward
"No? Where did these orcs come from?" Roland scratched his head and wondered, these orcs couldn't have come out of the ground, right?
"I think the most likely possibility is that a group of wandering orcs were integrated by the orc lords of Dol Guldur." Apophis Breo came over at some point.
"What do they want these cannon fodder to do?" Roland curled his lips, but after finishing speaking, he wanted to slap himself. He immediately understood the orc's plan. From the perspective of future generations, the role of these cannon fodder is nothing more than It stirred up the situation around the kingdom and threatened the development of the kingdom and the safety of the people. Once scattered orcs broke into the hinterland of the kingdom, it would cause huge damage.
"I understand!" Roland nodded quickly and said to himself. He had also thought clearly about the relationship, but this trick in the winter did not have much effect on the Lagrand Kingdom.
"As long as you figure it out!" Apophis Breo nodded and placed a loaf of bread next to the bonfire.
"But this trick is of no use to us in winter! And the chariot people from the east and the orc tribes in the north are much more threatening than them!" Roland said disdainfully.
After all, for kingdoms like Rohan and Gondor with large populations and dense villages and towns, it is self-evident what will happen if the orcs break into the hinterland, but for the poor environment of the Kingdom of Lagland...the orcs Are you here to eat dirt? Roland smiled shyly, "I'm not very talented. There are only four settlements in the entire kingdom including the vassals. The rest of the country is a wilderness in winter. Even if you orcs want to destroy it, you can only plow the ground for the farmers."
"Yes, a little IQ but not much!" Ormsk shook his head. It means that these half-orcs were lucky enough to capture Apophis Breo's private stronghold. Otherwise, whether it was Rapid City or Lulong Fortress or even Delwin Town and Tuput Territory can beat the shit out of these orcs. Don't forget, the prairie elves live with the centaurs. Although the garrison in Delwin Town is not many, there is only a small group of woodland warriors and those Light infantrymen, but if the two territories join forces, it's really not like cats and dogs can come over and have fun! Not to mention that there is Rapid City more than 20 miles away, and the Knights and Dragon Riders will be here in an instant. If they really enter the hinterland of the kingdom, these orc cannon fodder will just give experience to the soldiers.
"Okay, although the orcs' brains are not well developed, we can't take it lightly. After all, there will always be some lucky people in history who are not included in this list!" Roland smiled and warned everyone. After all, the original time traveler Wang Mang was still killed by Liu Xiu, the son of the plane. Showing off his face, Roland, a time traveler, was also afraid of being screwed by the Son of Luck in the dark camp. After all, no matter how awesome he was, he couldn't beat the server manager. Before the War of the Ring, the "great" Demon King Sauron It can be said to be a perfect template for the protagonist. If Frodo hadn't been killed in the plot, God knows what the coalition would have become in the end...
"Well, I will order the cavalry and knights to ensure maximum patrols! Ensure that the probability of Orc infiltration is reduced to a minimum!" Ormsk punched his chest.
"Well, don't forget to tell the troops to pay attention to the guests from the west! Once we find their traces, we have to use swords and guns to entertain them!" Roland's eyes flashed with a cold light. Maybe those Dongyi people were innocent, but when they When Sauron is chosen to stand against Roland, then none of the chariot people are innocent, and there is no mercy in war!
"Don't worry! They will be kept out of the country!" Ormsk narrowed his eyes, full of murderous intent and coldness. The chariot people are much more terrifying than the orcs, especially for the unprotected people in the wilderness. , as long as a chariot rushes in, it will be a bloody storm!
"Crash~" At this time, there was a strange sound in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw that it was Caslo riding a dragon and chasing after him.
"Boom!" Kaldor hit the ground and waited until Caslo jumped off the back of the dragon. His body immediately began to shrink and soon became as big as a lizard and climbed onto Caslo's shoulders.
"Your Highness, I'm late!" Kaslo said respectfully, beating his chest.
"It's okay, we're all late!" Roland pointed at Olaf and the others who opened their sleepy eyes on the pile of corpses after Kaldo made some noise.
"Oh? Did these warriors do it?" Kaslo asked curiously.
"Well, the four soldiers are divided into three groups, attacking from the left and right! His men have learned Apophis's tactics!" Roland said calmly.
"Pfft!" Kaslow, who had just taken a sip of the hot water, sprayed Ormsk in the face.
"Oh! Dragon God! Sorry!" Kasluo hurriedly wiped Ormsk.
"Damn it! Give me a reason not to challenge you to a duel?" Ormsk was in a panic.
"Your Highness..." Apophis Breo stared at Roland with resentful eyes, saying that he would not take the blame for this. What did he mean by his art of war? That was obviously a question that that bastard Olaf understood. When had he ever said that four people could pursue him in three directions? How to divide? One man becomes an army? Is this it?
"Ahem, stop talking, we all know you are a master of the art of war!" Roland teased.
"Sir? This is..." Olaf staggered over.
"Asshole! Open your dog eyes and take a look! This is His Royal Highness the King! These are His Majesty Ormsk and Kaslo!" Apophis Breo kicked Olaf in the leg, which seemed to be harsh but actually he was defending. and remind him.
"Hmm? Good day, Your Highness! Good day, Your Majesty! I am Olaf, the ten-husband of the Fenwu armor." Olaf quickly took off his face-covering helmet and bent down to caress his chest in salute.
"Pah!" Apophis Breo slapped himself on the head. Damn it to you!
"Well, get down! My warrior!" Roland nodded and motioned for Olaf to get down.
"Yes!" Olaf sighed in relief and stood up straight, with a bit of excitement about meeting the king on his face.
Roland carefully looked at the brave leader of the soldiers in front of him. Although his victory was partly due to luck, it was undeniable that he was bold, careful and brave. He dared to kill hundreds of Orcs with four men. It was already extremely difficult, and he still "understood" a little bit of the art of war. He could be considered a talent in Middle-earth, at least he was a figure in the world of Lagland.
It has to be said that the young man in front of him with brown hair and a three-dimensional face that is even somewhat delicate can actually do crazy things. This can't help but give Roland a new definition of how people should not be judged by appearance.
"Apophis, I'll leave it to you to reward your retainers. I'll give you the title of knighthood below Lord. It's up to you!" Roland turned to Apophis and whispered to Breo.
He didn’t want to directly skip Apophis Breo and reward Olaf. After all, my vassal’s vassal was not my vassal. Skipping Apophis Breo and conferring a title himself would gain Olaf’s loyalty and loyalty. I support him, but it will make an ancient grand duke heir have a grudge against me. I still know how to make a good deal.