Ride and Cut

"I always feel a sense of powerlessness when facing these things." Buckland shook his head and smiled bitterly, took off his tortoiseshell glasses and rubbed his eyes with his chubby fingers. Such small wilderness places seem to have no choice but to wait for the arrangements of fate. After all, we are not mages, priests, or big shots."

"That's not necessarily." Richard crossed his legs and leaned on the chair and snapped his fingers. "This time the reappearance of the undead is not a trivial matter, so the mediation of the Holy Light Church will start again. Next month, Pompeii and Stuart Both San Jose and San Jose will send envoys to the holy city of Vatican, and the envoys will definitely know the inside story by then."

"Oh, who is fortunate enough to be an envoy?" Hutt is very good at glances, his tone and expression are very pompous.

Gunther rolled his eyes, his lips whispered silently, and he could vaguely recognize the "flattering" from the shape of his mouth.

"Ahem, I'm not the one who is one of them." Richard's face flushed as he finished speaking, and he couldn't help but chuckled first.

It is said that this was an imperial order from His Majesty Sargerei. When the lord heard the news from Bedrick, he was shocked. But after thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

The war started in name because of him, and he ended it in the end. Asking him to join the envoy is really not a random play, but rather an appropriate candidate.

In addition, Pompeii, as a traditional supporter of the Church of the Goddess of Ice and Snow, actually sent envoys to the headquarters of the Holy Light Church. This incident itself has a huge amount of information.

"Are you an envoy?" Lao Baihu looked at the lord of Gaoshan Fort and stopped talking.

Just now, Hu Qihesai had a fierce momentum, and there was still brown sauce on both sides of his mouth, and there were a la carte leaves between his teeth. If the envoy represents the face of the entire country, then if Richard is gone, Pompeii's barbaric name will never be washed away.

"Well, let's leave next month." Richard turned his head to look at the half-elf merchant after speaking, "By the way, Annie, who did you say is coming to Alpine Fort last time?"

"My mother, a tribe of prairie elves, there are about 400 people." Annie stretched out her hand to close the scattered hair of her temples, took a deep breath, and looked a little nervous, "They... they hope to join the high mountain fortress. "

She has been vaguely disturbed ever since the soldiers from Gaoshan Fort returned collectively.

From an intuitive perspective, Annie had to admit that these fighters had a lot of restraint than before. Compared with the arrogant indulgence where the nostrils were up to the sky, and the mercenaries were too lazy to talk. Now at least they seem to be very honest, telling jokes to each other from time to time, and it is inevitable that they seem to be very talkative.

But with an exceptionally delicate mind, Annie fully understands that this is not because they are losing their arrogance. It's that after the arrogance spread and grew unscrupulously, it can be hidden deeply when it reaches a situation where things will be reversed.

If the arrogance in the early days only remained in the skin, then it is definitely deep in the bones now. Like a giant dragon, it is lazy when sleeping, and once it becomes serious, it is a nightmare for sentient beings.

Hounds can remain peaceful with strange visitors in the kennel, but the dragon will never. And the only person who could turn this dragon into a hound was across the table, frowning and using his tongue to reach the leaves between his teeth. His response and attitude are undoubtedly vital to the Elf tribe.

"That's okay." Richard didn't think much about it, and agreed.

The half-elf chick couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"When are they coming?" Lord Lord suddenly became warm.

After fighting a national war, he deeply realized that the size of three hundred people is really not enough, but now he wants to expand the army and lacks outstanding fighters. After all, Richard has been a loyal supporter of the elite line since the day he started recruiting soldiers. But elves are not ordinary. Even children know that they are the best archers and guerrilla fighters.

"Everyone has arrived a long time ago, but has been stationed ten miles away." Annie showed a smile from the bottom of her heart.

"Gunther, go and get them in."

Gangmanzi quickly stood up, relieved, and left without pushing the door back. He didn't understand what he was talking about. He couldn't put a word in his mouth. He had been sitting there and staring at the ceiling. Now he was finally relieved.

"Tsk, Richard still has some time to be careful." Buckland can remember clearly.

Annie first used the communication magic stone to tell Richard about this. At least dozens of days ago, Richard was fighting outside at the time. Now dozens of days have passed, and he hasn't forgotten it! This kind of thing may be common to others, but it is a miracle to put it on the lord of the mountain fort.

The lord took a look at the old man, took the soup spoon and tapped it three times at the tabletop. There was a noisy sound of tables and chairs, and several officers on the scene stood up and bumped the heels of their riding boots, their chests and stomachs looked solemn, and they waited quietly to listen to instructions.

"We must now expand the army as soon as possible, but the problem is that there is not enough manpower. Everyone will come to brainstorm."

Pompeii and Stuart can only be regarded as a truce now. It is hard to say what will happen next, but Richard always finds it difficult to usher in complete peace. The strength of Alpine Fort is still not enough. If he doesn't improve as soon as possible now, he can't sleep peacefully.

"Wait, expand the army? How much are you going to expand to?" Buckland had a pair of mung bean eyes widened to the extreme. As a diligent and thrifty logistics supervisor, he was naturally extremely sensitive to certain words.

Lord Lord stretched out three fingers and shook it twice.

"Three hundred, that's okay..." Lao Baihu nodded subconsciously while holding the tortoiseshell glasses. This number just made up for the loss~www.readwn.com~Three hundred? "Richard sneered disdainfully, "Three thousand!" The best is three thousand, if not, two thousand will do, but in short it cannot be five hundred. "

Alpine Fort can take the elite route, and the core lies in the lord's riding and cutting system.

With the blessing of the system, soldiers can grow rapidly through a battle, but the system quota is never endless. In fact, at first, this system could only command dozens of people. After recruiting a group of barbarians, there was very little left.

If the quota has remained unchanged, let alone a series of escalating battles, it is estimated that it would be difficult to deal with the indigenous people at the beginning.

Fortunately, this quota can be increased. Specifically, there are two ways to upgrade skills and increase reputation.

For Richard, the way to improve his skills requires a lot of attribute points and skill points. If his level is too high, it is difficult to upgrade.

But as early as when he first came to the wilderness, Lord Lord had discovered that the road to prestige promotion was simply a golden road to prosperity.