Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 15 The Uninvited Guest

  The old housekeeper smiled until the creases on his face were evened out. He happily directed the unloading, and then distributed the wheat flour and farm tools to the women in the village according to their heads.

  People in the village are whispering praises, saying that the new lord is really capable, and Robin's rule has become more stable invisibly.

  The goods have been delivered to Raging Waves City as agreed, and Janna is about to leave. Robin still wanted to pretend to keep a few words, but when he thought about his financial situation, he decided to give away these dozen mouths as soon as possible.

Robin sent Janna outside Rage City. Before parting, he took out a crumpled note from his pocket and handed it to Janna: "You should go back to Silver Frost City to prepare for the things above, and give them to you as soon as possible." I'll bring it over."

  Jana looked at it, and there were seven or eight items tightly listed on the note, including wood, tools, seeds, etc., which were urgently needed in the territory, but which Robin could not afford for the time being.

  Jana looked up at Robin, and asked questioningly, "Master Baron, do you have money to buy it?"

  Robin answered confidently: "When you come next time, I will have money. Even if I don't have gold coins, I can exchange other things with you."

If this word came from other people, Janna would definitely ignore it, but seeing Robin's excessive military strength along the way, Janna couldn't help but want to believe this seemingly unreasonable man in front of her. man.

  Sighed helplessly, Janna put the note into her pocket: "Okay, I will do it as soon as possible, don't trick me anymore."

Robin smiled like a profiteer, and said nonsense with his eyes open: "When have I cheated on you? Oh, by the way, I think the throwing guns used by your caravan guards are pretty good. They are ruined in their hands. It's not as good as yours." Sell ​​it all to me, I don't want the jackal man's money."

  The caravan guards were right next to them, but no one had the courage to refute Robin's words. Compared with the iron guards, they were indeed like a group of hairless chicks.

  Jana made some calculations in her heart, and the deal was reasonable, so she agreed: "Okay, it's up to you."

  Finally, Robin said to Janna: "I think you can do it with me in the future, I'm a baron anyway."

  Although the lord is poor now, he also has a grand blueprint for the development of the territory in his belly. In this blueprint, he has a plan to form a caravan to communicate with the outside world and earn more gold coins.

   But building a caravan by yourself is time-consuming and labor-intensive. The key is that there is no suitable talent, and the elm-headed highlanders can't do business.

   After getting along these few days, Robin has a good sense of Janna. If Janna is willing to submit to this, it will save a lot of trouble and be done in one step.

  Jana was taken aback when she heard Robin's words, showing a surprised expression, and her two beautiful blue eyes were wide open.

   Unexpectedly, Lord Robin didn't have a few pennies in his pocket, but he had a big appetite, so he wanted to eat his own caravan in one bite.

   Then she gave Robin a big roll of the eyes, and replied half-jokingly: "If you become a great nobleman, I will do it with you."

  Although she rejected Robin's invitation, to be honest, Janna was a little happy in her heart.

   "Okay, it's a deal." Robin raised his hand, wanting to give Janna a high-five as an oath.

  Jana didn't take it seriously. She thought that it would be so easy to develop a territory. When you become a great nobleman, you might have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

   "Okay." The red turban gave Robin a high five perfunctorily.

  Robin asked Simon to take ten people to **** Janna and her party, and specifically ordered them to be sent all the way to a safe area outside Silver Frost City before returning.

  …

  The supplies that Robin brought back raised the living standard of the village to a new level. All the villagers were very happy because of this, but unfortunately this joy did not last long.

  A few days later, the sentinel iron guard who went out to patrol brought back bad news. About ten miles west of the territory, a group of wilderness natives appeared. This group of natives is very strange. They have goblins, hobgoblins, and gnolls.

  In the lobby of the wooden building, Robin sat at a long table, drinking hot water and listening to the sentry report.

  After listening to the sentinel's report, he was stunned. How did these three races get together?

  For gnolls, the word goblin generally represents "food", and hobgoblins have always looked down on ferocious gnolls;

  As for ordinary goblins, they are simply synonymous with a series of insults such as stupid, backward, dirty, and weak. They are at the lowest end of the food chain in the wilderness. No one cares about their feelings and life, and no one wants to be with them.

  Robin heard that in the ancient age of the gods, ordinary goblins also created a very brilliant civilization, but what's the use? They are not living brilliantly now.

  Generally speaking, if these three races meet, the first to die must be ordinary goblins, and then hobgoblins and gnolls will also kill each other.

  Robin feels that strange things happen every year, especially this year. According to the sentry, not only are these three races living together in peace, they even have a division of labor and cooperate quite tacitly.

   "They're digging," said the sentinel.

   "Digging?"

"Yes, it was digging. The goblins were digging on the ground. When I found them, they had already dug a big hole. The gnolls seemed to be guards, and they were scattered around to guard. The number of hobgoblins is relatively small. See Looks like a boss."

  Robin stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then suddenly slammed the table and stood up. The wooden water cup on the table was shaken and jumped up, startling the sentinel guard in front of him.

   "Sitting here and guessing blindly, you can't figure it out. Why don't you go and see it with your own eyes. Go and tell Simon that all the iron guards must gather!"

   "Yes, Chief!"

  The sentinel iron guard immediately ran out of the wooden building and sent a message.

  Robin couldn't tolerate a group of wilderness natives living in his own territory, not to mention that the straight-line distance between the two sides was less than ten miles, which was equivalent to putting the tip of a knife on his nose.

   A few minutes later, fifty iron giant guards in full armor assembled in the open space in front of the wooden building.

  They were wearing leather armor, holding spears, throwing spears on their backs, and waist knives.

  Robin came out of the wooden building, also fully equipped.

  Simon trotted in front of him, stomped his feet vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Report! All the iron guards of Raging City have assembled!"

  Robin nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the training for Simon these days has not been in vain, and he finally looks like a regular army.

  Then he walked up to the iron guards and said loudly: "You must have heard about the matter. A group of wilderness natives came to our site. They came to seek death. Don't say anything, kill them!"

  Robin waved his big hand, with momentum like a rainbow.

"Set off!"

  The sky was cloudless, and the orange-red sun was hanging above the horizon. The setting sun cast a lazy red on the whole wasteland.

  The highland warriors lined up in two columns. They ran in the waist-high rye grass in the afterglow of the setting sun and the cold wind on the wilderness. Robin ran at the head of the line, like the tip of this sharp sword.

  Ten miles is not too far away. Not long after, the sentry ran up to report to Robin: "Boss, we are almost there."

  Robin then ordered the large army to stand by. He took Simon and the sentry, and the three of them stooped forward and touched them.

   I’ve seen it all here, let’s bookmark it

  (end of this chapter)