Ride and Cut

"How do I feel like a group of beggars?" Richard looked at the half-sized boys who were hungry and thin and couldn't help smiling. The restlessness in their eyes was like clear water flowing in a raging wave.

　　 If this is a group of brawny men who come to fight the autumn wind, the lord must take a stick and kill them all without saying a word.

But being so weak, helpless and disabled, he was reluctant to chase people and waved his hand very impatiently, "Forget it, let Anne look back and see what to do for them. Eat."

　　 "This is good. Kindness is the real power." Buckland nodded approvingly. "Our alpine castle doesn't lack a bite to eat. It's definitely not a bad thing to do more of good and to accumulate virtue."

　　 is a little strange. When I heard that I could have a meal, the little dwarfs with their heads and brains not only did not show much joy, but suddenly began to make anxious noise.

　　 "Quiet!" The tall Shire warrior glared with an axe and gun, and they were so scared that they did not dare to say a word.

"Master Richard, in the Orc Kingdom, it is impossible for a powerful warrior to become a vassal." Sinclair took a deep breath and said, facing Richard's gaze, "But since they can become royal vassals, of course these mole men also have their own. Unique housekeeping skills."

　　 "The Mole Man? No wonder they seem to have bad eyes." Buckland suddenly said, "You just talk about it, what are their skills?"

"Destiny is fair. They are nearly blind and cannot experience the colorful world, but their destiny rewards them with exquisite mind and skill that ordinary people can't match." Sinclair's black face is full of seriousness, and he speaks without any ambiguity. "So the Mole Man is the best architect and craftsman in the entire Orc Kingdom."

　　 "Really?" Richard was still a little bit suspicious.

　　 It's really hard to believe that they still have craftsmanship in their honor.

"My lord, please allow me to introduce myself." An old Mole man with white beard and hair leaned on a branch and walked out angrily. After watching for a long time, he couldn't find Richard's position. He bowed to Abel's long-handled axe. Said, "My name is Amy, and I am the elder of this insignificant tribe."

　　 Abel's eyes widened and winked, trying to make him comprehend, but expecting a half-blind to be able to see the wink is obviously a bit difficult.

　　 "Hello, Elder Amy." Lord Lord smiled at him slightly, "Alpine Fort is not a word, just say it."

　　 "This lord, please forgive me, I thought you were the lord." The voice finally made the Mole Man find the direction, and turned around while apologizing to the axe and spear.

"In the past forty years or so, the large fortresses built by the royal family are basically the hands of our mole people, and are far better than ever." The high-end carriages we produce can even be exported to places as far away as San Jose as unimaginable."

　　 As we all know, the carriage industry in the Orc Kingdom has sprung up in recent decades and has become more and more popular.

　　Their products are indeed crafted to the point that they can be called works of art, which is very different from the traditional impression of the rugged half-orcs.

　　 The shield-shaped emblem of the former lion fluttering has been very popular among the nobles in recent years, and the price has risen all the way.

　　 Lord Lord once wanted to get a car after getting rich, but unfortunately he couldn't pass the housekeeper Anne's level. In the words of a half-elf girl, "That kind of price is pure robbery, and there are really crazy people buying it. Don't follow others to get crazy."

　　 "The lotus carriage is your masterpiece?"

"Yes."

　　 Richard's disappointment disappeared in an instant.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

　　Who would have thought that these little guys who shuddered to the point of fleeing refugees, actually mastered such amazing expertise.

　　 Lord Lord made a look, and someone immediately understood. The leaders in charge of logistics and resettlement mobilized collectively, singing and dancing to pick up the trembling Mole Man, waiting for them will be hot water and food.

　　 For a pioneer, the importance of force cannot be overstated, but force is never all. Otherwise, with the strength of the Ripper Legion, there is no way to explain that if you want to build a castle, you have to spend money to hire people in Coron.

　　The alpine fort that grew up in the war has an uneven development that matches the war. The force has long been strong enough to run wild, and the military industry has even walked ahead of the entire continent.

　　 But animal husbandry, construction, agriculture, and art are no different from those who are struggling to survive and die.

　　 If force is the strong shield to guard civilization, then Alpine Fort now has a shield that is thicker than the city wall, but there are very few achievements worthy of guarding.

　　 Lord Lord knows this point better than anyone else, but he has nothing to do-this is not a problem that can be solved by one person alone.

　　 Now that the Mole Man arrives, I hope to make up for the shortcomings a bit. Even if other people present don't understand this value, how could Richard himself ignore it!

　　 Richard greeted a centaur and urged him with an ear. The latter immediately ran away without looking back.

　　 "What did you tell him?" Buckland asked curiously.

　　 "Let him quickly dismiss the surveying and mapping scholars from Coron. They are all calculated according to the working day~www.readwn.com~ Settle a day earlier and save gold coins a day earlier." The lord said confidently.

　　 "..." Buckland was choked by this kind of diligence and frugality, and he couldn't say a word.

　　 "Richard is still quick to respond, I almost forgot." Annie smiled, not feeling anything wrong.

　　 "By the way, Sinclair, you said that this is the first batch of vassals." Richard looked at the little black girl with scorching eyes, "I take the liberty to ask, are there any other races in the future?"

"The other one is Batman." Sinclair raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I can observe the outside world by receiving echoes, so no matter how deep the darkness, how clever disguise they are, they can't be blinded. Batman was only there. Living in deep mountain caves, it was his father who discovered their abilities, and he became the best scout and guard in the kingdom."

　　When it comes to the marching war, the presence is basically an expert, and there is a sudden uproar.

　　 "Seedorf will surely jump up when he hears it." Lord Lord shrugged.

　　 Throughout the entire history of human warfare, the night is the peak time for all kinds of strategies to be on the stage. Because darkness is a natural barrier, it can provide a powerful cover for the intentions of both parties.

　　 If the veil of the goddess of the night can be broken, it is equivalent to unilaterally opening a perspective hanging on the battlefield. As far as war is concerned, the impact it can have cannot be overemphasized.

　　 The half-orc royal family is indeed not ordinary. Although the vassals are not considered as traditional powerful races, they cannot be underestimated because of their extremely affordable expertise.

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