"Distribute in order! Advance in an orderly manner!" Roland said to Lance.
"As ordered! Your Highness!" Lance nodded sternly.
"Yunfeng! Go and **** these plows to the cattle, and let the people accompanying them put them on the cattle!" Roland turned his head again and said to the wise Yunfeng who was far away.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Yun Feng ran away after hearing the order. Judging from the flickering movements of his figure, this guy clearly ran away with flash, and looking at his eager appearance, it seemed that Roland was as terrifying as a flood and beast. ...
"Fuck! It's really fast!" Roland's eyes widened, and his knowledge of someone gained a new height.
"Good day, Your Highness!" A group of soldiers dressed in exquisite chain mail lined up in front of Roland. Roland took a closer look and realized that they were the outrageous Lordaeron rangers who had a low sense of existence.
"No gift!" Roland, who was riding on the warhorse, nodded, and carefully looked at this group of familiar and unfamiliar Lordaeron rangers.
The height of the Lordaeron Ranger is generally more than 175cm, with a stainless steel dish helmet on the brown hair, wearing a linen robe embroidered with the totem of the Lion of Lordaeron. The iron locks exposed from the cuffs can be It can be seen that they are wearing close-fitting chain armor with fine iron rings, shiny moccasins on their feet, a large steel sword with a length of 1.5 meters on their backs, and a mithril and A composite short bow made of a mixture of yew wood, a kite-shaped stainless steel arm shield with a short forearm hangs on the right arm, and two quivers with 25 arrows each are slung on the waist. See, they should have a dagger or a short sword hidden in their boots. All in all, it's armed to the teeth.
Roland nodded secretly. The equipment of the Lordaeron Ranger is definitely excellent, but compared with the Batania shooter, it loses its color in an instant. After all, who has the advantage of a light-armored shooter unit or a heavy-armed shooter unit? obvious. However, the Rangers of Lordaeron are not useless, after all, their short bows are still easy to use in the jungle and the city! In the complex terrain, the Ranger of Lordaeron will use the great sword in his hand to tell any enemy they face directly, this is a wrong and deadly choice!
"You pay attention to protecting the civilians! Don't let any monsters and orcs you see get close to the people!" Roland's voice was slow and majestic.
"Yes! My king!" All the Lordaeron rangers knelt down to show their respect.
"Go!" Roland waved his whip.
"Hu~hu! His Royal Highness Roland!" A crisp voice came.
Roland looked up and saw a beautiful priest with a few priests trotting after him.
"Ivy? Why are you here?" Roland asked in confusion. It seemed that he didn't let the priest go with him! It's good that these fine-skinned and tender-fleshed casters can take good care of themselves, so that they can plough the fields for themselves first.
"His Royal Highness, there are a lot of people on this trip. It's better for us to follow along. If something happens, we can still help." Ivy smiled.
"Hmm..." Roland choked, and suddenly felt that what she said made sense. After all, there are many people and there are many variables. If there is an emergency, it can be dealt with on the spot.
"Okay, keep up with the team and don't get lost!" Roland nodded, expressing permission for Ivy and the others to accompany him.
"Caslow!" Roland raised his head and shouted.
"Sir! I'm here!" Caslow, who was directing the flow of people in the distance, heard Roland's call and left and came to Roland's side against the flow of people.
"Sir, is there anything?" Caslow wiped the sweat that had gathered on his cheeks because of his busyness.
"Arrange some soldiers to accompany Pastor Ivy and the others! Be careful to protect the caster!" Roland whispered, although the possibility of an accident is very low, it is still necessary to take precautions. In case of an emergency, this group of melee combatants The spellcaster who pulls across is an existence that can be thrown down by a farmer with a dung fork.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Of course Kaslow understood the weak melee ability of these poor spellcasters, especially if they were priests who believed in the Dragon God, their fighting ability was simply...
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"Is there any situation?" Roland came to the designated reclamation area and asked Reno, who led the Knights to this place first.
"Your Highness, everything is normal!" Renault nodded to Roland.
"Well! Scatter all the horses out! Make sure there is no danger within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area!" Roland looked at the long "army" of civilians behind him and said to Reno. Compared with most of the priests, these civilians Beasts can easily kill them.
"Hey! Stop making trouble! Smurfs!" Roland reached out and pulled out the restless elf dragon from the plate armor in his arms. The little guy's four dragon claws were scratching around in Roland's arms for a while, squeezing Roland. Shortness of breath.
"Let go of this seat! I must turn you into stone! Roast it into a suckling pig! Frozen it into an ice sculpture! Electricity turns it into coke..." A certain suppressed elf dragon chattered in Roland's hands.
"..." Roland had a look of disgust on his face at the moment, and he scolded the unreliability of this broken system again. Others' systems are thoughtful little padded jackets, while his own system is an endless pit! Not to mention the messy rewards given, but there is still a chance that what is given will devour the host, which is disgusting! Look at this angry little dragon that can compete with Angry Birds...
"Outrageous!" Roland sighed, and had to find a rope to tie the Smurfs around his neck. As Roland's hand loosened, the Smurfs who lost their restraints immediately slapped two mini dragon wings and rushed into the sky. After more than ten seconds ~www.wuxiahere.com~ the poor Smurf was pulled back by the rope tied around his neck.
"Roar!" A dragon roar that was not proportional to his body size suddenly erupted from the Smurfs' mouths. The originally quiet Shire warhorses stood up one after another, and the terrifying dragon's might instantly shocked them.
"I'll wipe! Smurfs! Put away your dragon power! Or else I'll kill you alone!" The warhorse under Roland's crotch was not spared either, and the upright warhorse almost lifted Roland from its back.
"Roar..." The originally imposing Smurfs suddenly became sluggish, she knew that this **** who was holding her really dared to kill her...
With tears in her eyes, the humiliated Smurf decided to vent her anger on the rope that bound her. With a flap of her wings, she swooped down and instantly grabbed the middle rope, then opened her mouth and bit down...
"Crack!" After a crisp sound, countless sparks came from the Smurf's mouth with a harsh rubbing sound.
"Huh?" A certain elf dragon immediately stood on the spot... What's the situation? Can't bite? That's obviously just an ordinary rope, right?
"Haha..." Roland glanced at the poor Smurf with a narrow smile and turned his head away silently. Only the twitching shoulders showed Roland's true mood at the moment.
"Silly dragon! When I don't know you can fly? How could the bolt be an ordinary rope?" Roland shook his head, this dragon's IQ is worrying! Although the appearance of this rope looks like hemp rope, it is full of magic patterns and magic circles. Only the system has such an idle time to make such flashy magic items. (Take this thing to fool me as a sign-in prize, system! Are you polite?)
"Haha!" During the time when Roland was teasing the dragon, the first **** from Rapid City had already submerged into the middle-earth, and the spring ploughing had begun!
"Distribute in order! Advance in an orderly manner!" Roland said to Lance.
"As ordered! Your Highness!" Lance nodded sternly.
"Yunfeng! Go and **** these plows to the cattle, and let the people accompanying them put them on the cattle!" Roland turned his head again and said to the wise Yunfeng who was far away.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Yun Feng ran away after hearing the order. Judging from the flickering movements of his figure, this guy clearly ran away with flash, and looking at his eager appearance, it seemed that Roland was as terrifying as a flood and beast. ...
"Fuck! It's really fast!" Roland's eyes widened, and his knowledge of someone gained a new height.
"Good day, Your Highness!" A group of soldiers dressed in exquisite chain mail lined up in front of Roland. Roland took a closer look and realized that they were the outrageous Lordaeron rangers who had a low sense of existence.
"No gift!" Roland, who was riding on the warhorse, nodded, and carefully looked at this group of familiar and unfamiliar Lordaeron rangers.
The height of the Lordaeron Ranger is generally more than 175cm, with a stainless steel dish helmet on the brown hair, wearing a linen robe embroidered with the totem of the Lion of Lordaeron. The iron locks exposed from the cuffs can be It can be seen that they are wearing close-fitting chain armor with fine iron rings, shiny moccasins on their feet, a large steel sword with a length of 1.5 meters on their backs, and a mithril and A composite short bow made of a mixture of yew wood, a kite-shaped stainless steel arm shield with a short forearm hangs on the right arm, and two quivers with 25 arrows each are slung on the waist. See, they should have a dagger or a short sword hidden in their boots. All in all, it's armed to the teeth.
Roland nodded secretly. The equipment of the Lordaeron Ranger is definitely excellent, but compared with the Batania shooter, it loses its color in an instant. After all, who has the advantage of a light-armored shooter unit or a heavy-armed shooter unit? obvious. However, the Rangers of Lordaeron are not useless, after all, their short bows are still easy to use in the jungle and the city! In the complex terrain, the Ranger of Lordaeron will use the great sword in his hand to tell any enemy they face directly, this is a wrong and deadly choice!
"You pay attention to protecting the civilians! Don't let any monsters and orcs you see get close to the people!" Roland's voice was slow and majestic.
"Yes! My king!" All the Lordaeron rangers knelt down to show their respect.
"Go!" Roland waved his whip.
"Hu~hu! His Royal Highness Roland!" A crisp voice came.
Roland looked up and saw a beautiful priest with a few priests trotting after him.
"Ivy? Why are you here?" Roland asked in confusion. It seemed that he didn't let the priest go with him! It's good that these fine-skinned and tender-fleshed casters can take good care of themselves, so that they can plough the fields for themselves first.
"His Royal Highness, there are a lot of people on this trip. It's better for us to follow along. If something happens, we can still help." Ivy smiled.
"Hmm..." Roland choked, and suddenly felt that what she said made sense. After all, there are many people and there are many variables. If there is an emergency, it can be dealt with on the spot.
"Okay, keep up with the team and don't get lost!" Roland nodded, expressing permission for Ivy and the others to accompany him.
"Caslow!" Roland raised his head and shouted.
"Sir! I'm here!" Caslow, who was directing the flow of people in the distance, heard Roland's call and left and came to Roland's side against the flow of people.
"Sir, is there anything?" Caslow wiped the sweat that had gathered on his cheeks because of his busyness.
"Arrange some soldiers to accompany Pastor Ivy and the others! Be careful to protect the caster!" Roland whispered, although the possibility of an accident is very low, it is still necessary to take precautions. In case of an emergency, this group of melee combatants The spellcaster who pulls across is an existence that can be thrown down by a farmer with a dung fork.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Of course Kaslow understood the weak melee ability of these poor spellcasters, especially if they were priests who believed in the Dragon God, their fighting ability was simply...
……
"Is there any situation?" Roland came to the designated reclamation area and asked Reno, who led the Knights to this place first.
"Your Highness, everything is normal!" Renault nodded to Roland.
"Well! Scatter all the horses out! Make sure there is no danger within 10 kilometers of the surrounding area!" Roland looked at the long "army" of civilians behind him and said to Reno. Compared with most of the priests, these civilians Beasts can easily kill them.
"Hey! Stop making trouble! Smurfs!" Roland reached out and pulled out the restless elf dragon from the plate armor in his arms. The little guy's four dragon claws were scratching around in Roland's arms for a while, squeezing Roland. Shortness of breath.
"Let go of this seat! I must turn you into stone! Roast it into a suckling pig! Frozen it into an ice sculpture! Electricity turns it into coke..." A certain suppressed elf dragon chattered in Roland's hands.
"..." Roland had a look of disgust on his face at the moment, and he scolded the unreliability of this broken system again. Others' systems are thoughtful little padded jackets, while his own system is an endless pit! Not to mention the messy rewards given, but there is still a chance that what is given will devour the host, which is disgusting! Look at this angry little dragon that can compete with Angry Birds...
"Outrageous!" Roland sighed, and had to find a rope to tie the Smurfs around his neck. As Roland's hand loosened, the Smurfs who lost their restraints immediately slapped two mini dragon wings and rushed into the sky. After more than ten seconds ~www.wuxiahere.com~ the poor Smurf was pulled back by the rope tied around his neck.
"Roar!" A dragon roar that was not proportional to his body size suddenly erupted from the Smurfs' mouths. The originally quiet Shire warhorses stood up one after another, and the terrifying dragon's might instantly shocked them.
"I'll wipe! Smurfs! Put away your dragon power! Or else I'll kill you alone!" The warhorse under Roland's crotch was not spared either, and the upright warhorse almost lifted Roland from its back.
"Roar..." The originally imposing Smurfs suddenly became sluggish, she knew that this **** who was holding her really dared to kill her...
With tears in her eyes, the humiliated Smurf decided to vent her anger on the rope that bound her. With a flap of her wings, she swooped down and instantly grabbed the middle rope, then opened her mouth and bit down...
"Crack!" After a crisp sound, countless sparks came from the Smurf's mouth with a harsh rubbing sound.
"Huh?" A certain elf dragon immediately stood on the spot... What's the situation? Can't bite? That's obviously just an ordinary rope, right?
"Haha..." Roland glanced at the poor Smurf with a narrow smile and turned his head away silently. Only the twitching shoulders showed Roland's true mood at the moment.
"Silly dragon! When I don't know you can fly? How could the bolt be an ordinary rope?" Roland shook his head, this dragon's IQ is worrying! Although the appearance of this rope looks like hemp rope, it is full of magic patterns and magic circles. Only the system has such an idle time to make such flashy magic items. (Take this thing to fool me as a sign-in prize, system! Are you polite?)
"Haha!" During the time when Roland was teasing the dragon, the first **** from Rapid City had already submerged into the middle-earth, and the spring ploughing had begun!
