Chapter 465: Opening up the Era?

"Your Highness..." Apophis Breo was stunned for a moment. Maybe other upstart nobles didn't understand, but as the heir of the King's Landing family, why didn't he understand the value of this blockade power?

In fact, starting from the title of baron, nobles have the right to grant rewards, but their rights are extremely small. They can only be granted the title of knight. The gold content of this title is equivalent to that of a knight in the Middle Ages. It can only be said that they are quasi-nobles. They have no fiefdom and only have a farm or village as a fief. During war, they need to prepare their own equipment and assemble to fight for the lord. If their descendants have no military talent, their family will become a civilian family again. After all, jazz is not hereditary.

But the Lord is different. Among the Lords, there is a hereditary Lord. In other words, as long as Apophis Breo can afford to confer three hundred Lords on his own, no one will be able to comment on it, which is equivalent to him. The glory of the family has been half-stepped. After all, nobles who can reward vassals at will are undoubtedly powerful nobles. What he needs now is to win a territory to open up a living space for himself and his subordinates. For this, Roland can only provide one The Imperial Outpost, and the rest...it depends on Apophis Breo's own creation.

"Okay, save your words of gratitude for later. You have proven your ability and are indeed qualified to restore the glory of your ancestors and the glory of your family!" Roland nodded.

"~" Apophis Breo opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. Roland's operation was directly blocked by Apophis Breo.

Seeing Apophis Breo hesitate to speak, Roland shook his head in amusement, while Olaf and the others on the side almost stared out of their eyes. Their lord...their lord can now be canonized as a noble! If King Roland hadn't been there, everyone would have probably swarmed around Apophis Breo.

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"Sir!" After Roland turned and left, Apophis Breo was surrounded as expected.

"Sir, I have shed blood for my family!" A soldier stretched out his arm that was scratched by a bush while chasing the orcs. Well...it's good. The blood scab will be almost dry later.

"Sir! I have served my territory loyally!" Another warrior warrior pointed at the "scarred" mail armor - it was full of orc limbs, broken arms and internal organs.

Apophis Breo couldn't help but look sideways. He was just about to be moved when he looked up and found the owner of this body - Olaf, snap! He was moved no more!

"Isn't this our military strategist? Come on, come on, His Highness is not here for a moment. Please tell me how you secretly learned my art of war?" Apophis Breo asked death questions as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Four people attack in three directions? The young man is very wild? What? Attack in four ways? Be more powerful!" Apophis Breo crossed his chest and looked at the "treasure" boy in front of him.

"Hehehe, sir, you also know that I am not good at learning..." Olaf smiled awkwardly while drawing circles on the ground with his feet. It seemed that he could draw a picture of visiting a grave during the Qingming Festival.

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"Your Highness, are you planning to release Apophis Breo now?" Ormsk asked.

"What? The great hero of light and shadow, Your Majesty Ormsk, also wants to go out and become a pioneering noble?" Roland said with a smile.

"Forget it, I don't have that talent!" Ormsk shook his head and said with a bitter smile. It still takes some talent to open up the nobility. After all, there are a lot of things to do, and the territory will be shut down if it is not handled well.

"But you are allowing the pioneering era to arrive in advance..." Ormsk hesitated.

"In advance? Who told me to advance? Nyx and I are going to have a wedding soon. After the wedding, as agreed, he should be allowed to restore the glory of the family." Roland shook his head. He did not suppress Apophis Bray. Ou, he didn’t have much help, he just followed the agreement.

"Well, that's because I'm worrying too much!" Ormsk nodded.

"Actually, it's okay even if he leaves now. Will such a big kingdom come to a standstill if he is missing? Or can he defend the long border with more?" Roland smiled and blinked. After all, it's not enough to have hundreds more people. More or less, these few hundred people are quite a lot.

"..." Ormsk was stunned, what a guy! It sounded so reasonable that I couldn't refute it. After all, although the kingdom's population gap was large, there was no shortage of these two hundred or so ordinary soldiers.

"The era of pioneering is far from coming, and we are not yet capable of expanding our territory! Do you think I don't want to regain the old site of Lagrand City?" Roland chuckled.

"Alas..." Ormsk sighed. He was overthinking it. After all, the only noble in the kingdom who can really expand is Apophis Breo. What's even worse is that the only noble who can expand is also in trouble. , Ormsk was afraid that Apophis Breo could hold the old pass.

"Think about how to deal with the Dongyi people coming from afar! I'm more worried about the chariot people than the orcs!" Roland said, looking at the pile of orc corpses in the distance.

"With all due respect, knights and cavalry are still needed to deal with those tank people! After all, the infantry is too passive!" Ormsk shrugged.

"No money! No one! I can't afford it!" Roland clicked three times in succession without giving Ormsk a chance to answer the call.

"Of course...that's what I want to say, or we should think about how to build a high wall, accumulate food, and slowly become king!" Ormsk said slowly.

"My next step is to open up to the east. The west side will be left to Apophis. If he is driven back by the orcs from Gambada Fortress, there is nothing I can do." Roland picked up a branch and scratched it on the land. .

"The Rapid River flows down... the place where the Red Water River meets - that's our hometown, our imperial capital, our home!" Ormsk slowly looked down at Roland's hand, his eyes already covered with tears. There was a layer of mist.

"Don't worry! We will go home! When the Lagrand Dragon Emperor Bell rings through Middle-earth again, I will stand in Lagrand City and overlook my empire!" Roland patted Ormsk's shoulder lightly.

"Don't worry, there will be a day, and that day won't be far away!" Roland added.

"Yeah!" Ormsk wiped the corners of his eyes and nodded quickly.

"Okay, let's get ready to go back after resting. It seems that they can take care of things here by themselves, so we don't need to stay to help." Roland saw that the Fenwu warriors who were coming one after another were carrying the bodies of the orcs and preparing to burn them. , turned to Ormsk and the others.

"Let's wait. Let's stay here to protect them for a while. Anyway, it's not enough time. After all, this place is out of our control and it's no longer safe." Ormsk looked around.

"Well, just wait for them!" Roland nodded.

"Fortunately this is not a dark forest, otherwise we would have to be careful of attacks from monsters." Ormsk smiled.

"Warcraft? How do they know I have magic crystals?" Roland joked.

"Would you like to deal with that group of griffins in the Gray Mountains? Great King Roland?" Ormsk teased with a wink.

"..." The corner of Roland's eye twitched, but he said nothing.