"Thank you..." Nix gently picked up the Jihai Scepter and held it in front of his chest with tears in his eyes.
"It's alright, why are you crying? Who provokes my Grand Duke again?" Roland smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears.
…
"Gold coins are up! This is over!" Jesse Ava said in pain, covering her head.
"This is troublesome, we have a big problem with our rations!" Lance's face was extremely ugly.
When the boat entered the Loningerron area just now, the unknown water monsters set off a huge wave in the river. With the defense of the accompanying Lordaeron rangers, they blocked the fate of being overturned by the huge wave. , but there are still splashes of water splashing into the cabin. The shipbuilding skills of the Beorns are not very good. The boats they built can only adapt to the inland rivers with gentle currents. The result is that the flour they carry is all wet. see through...
"We need to dock and rescue the food!" Lance's eyes showed a bit of helplessness. He was really afraid of natural disasters instead of man-made disasters!
"Go to the West Bank to stop!" Lance said while holding his forehead.
Going further on the east bank is Dogordo. Although the half-orcs there have been hit hard by the coalition forces, there are still many endgames, which are not something that Lance's small force can deal with.
"Bake these water-soaked flour first, and then let's find out if there are any villages to supplement!" Lance supported the long sword at his waist.
"Yes, my lord!"
"Lance Your Excellency, we're going ashore? Oh my God!" Jesse Ava said in horror. The goblin was already full of fear on the surface, and now he was about to set foot on the land next to the Misty Mountains, and he had already started fighting on both legs.
"Isn't it? The goblins in my impression are quite courageous!" Lance looked at Jesse Ava and said.
"Indeed, you are really brave when you steal!" Lance muttered in his heart.
"Well, we goblin warriors are also very brave and tenacious!" Jesse Ava stood up and patted his breast, which was no more than a tael of pork.
"Goblin Warriors..." Lance couldn't imagine that picture anymore. Think of a group of green-skinned cuties about 1.34 meters tall and wearing thin steel armor... Who would hurt them? It is better to believe that the goblin warriors will counterattack than to believe that the skeleton soldiers will rise up! At least the necromancer has undead attack spells.
"Okay, I believe in you, but we need to rescue our precious food now!" Lance calculated the distance, they still had ten days and a half of food reserves, and the hundred or so people consumed horse chews. It is also very terrifying. At least half of the flour has just melted into the water. Lance can't lead everyone to live a safari life, right? And the real grasslands and plains below don't have so many prey to feed so many people.
"Looks like we need to find a town or a village for supplies, or we won't be able to get to Rohan." Jesse Ava sighed after looking at the flour buns that were dragged out to rescue and the mess in the cabin. Originally intended to supply supplies in Rohan, now it is estimated that they will not be able to reach Rohan.
"Make these into bread first!" Lance felt a pain in his head.
…
Half a day later, the Lance army, who had set up their ships, embarked on the road to find the village facing the setting sun. A few pieces of bread were hung on each horse. If there were no supplies and prey, this would be their future. rations of the day.
"Damn it, I found out that there is actually a waterfall here?" Lance studied the map and suddenly discovered a problem that he hadn't noticed before. There is actually a waterfall in the lower Anduin River? This meant that they couldn't make it all the way down to the capital of Gondor.
"Does that mean we need to abandon those ships and walk south to Gondor?" Jesse Ava twitched.
"I'm afraid it is!" Lance's head is also a little big. After all, there is still a long way to go. Although he will not pass through the territory of the orcs along the way, if he travels by land, the fastest journey will take about a month or so. To touch the borders of Gondor...
…
"Good news, sir! There is a village ahead!" After walking along the river for dozens of miles, the rangers in Lordaeron who were investigating the radiation ahead finally brought the best news of the day.
"Let's go visit!" Lance tidied up his clothes to look a little more refreshed.
"I hope they have a pub, I can't wait to have a beer to treat myself!" Jesse Ava wiped the sweat on her forehead. Although she was riding a horse, the bumps along the way still made the fine-skinned and tender Jesse Ava feel. tired.
"If there is, I'll invite everyone to have a cup!" The gold coins in the purse around Lance's waist squeaked, highlighting Lance's strong capital. It should be said that he is a nobleman.
…
"Dangdangdang!" Some old bronze bells were ringed by the militiamen standing on the earth wall. A dozen militiamen with crooked melons and cracked dates held twisted spears with rust in their hands, and panic was written in their eyes. Dismayed, a torrent of steel rushed towards them at the end of their vision.
…
"Outside...outside...countrymen...stop...step!" Finally, a militiaman stammered and spoke to Lance and his group standing at the entrance of the village.
From what he looked like now, Lance was much more imposing than when Roland first entered the village. One hundred heavy cavalry and fifty Lordaeron rangers gave him the confidence to despise these militiamen.
"We are a regular army from the Lagrang Kingdom in the north. We hope to get supplies and a place to rest in your village. Of course we will pay! Let your lord come out to see me!" Lance took out a small bag of gold coins. After shaking, the ten gold coins inside made a crisp and pleasant sound.
Where have these militiamen who grew up in the wasteland ever seen such a battle? Lance's innate aristocratic temperament has suppressed them. Although Lance is just sitting quietly on the horse, his deterrent Not weak at all.
"The village chief! The village chief! A nobleman has come to our village!" A militiaman crawled into a square full of people and stopped the village chief who was about to give an order.
"What? Noble lord?" The head of the village here was buzzing. He felt a little cold in his hands and feet. Could it be that the Rohan Kingdom sent nobles to collect taxes? You must know that the large and small human villages north of Rohan are almost in a state of self-reliance. They do not swear allegiance to anyone, and their lords are the village chiefs or clan elders, such as prestigious or powerful people.
"Where did your Excellency come from?" After finally rushing to the wall to see that the village chief of Lance's lineup has completely lost his temper, he does not consider those thin soldiers (Ranger of Lordaeron: I didn't expect that in the eyes of these people, I am not as good as Heavy cavalry is deadly?), just to say that this piece of guys in tin cans can push the village evenly when they charge...
"Let them come in..." The village chief said lonely, they couldn't even struggle before their absolute strength...
"Excuse me, we just want to find a place where we can rest and take a good rest. By the way, we can supplement our supplies. You know those goblins often like to wake people up in the middle of the night!" Lance shrugged at the village chief.
"It's okay, it's okay! Let everyone come in, but we don't have so many empty rooms, so we can only apologise for you to camp and rest in the square in the village." The village chief said quickly.
"It's fine, as long as there is a place!" Lance nodded with satisfaction, it was really lucky to be able to find the village smoothly, and the people in this village seemed to get along very well. (Can a hundred heavy cavalry get along well on the side?)
"God! What are you doing?" Jesse Ava suddenly exclaimed.
His scream instantly aroused Lance's alertness. Lance immediately pulled out his long sword and put it on his arm shield and looked at the village chief nervously. He was already nervous. Maybe he was careless and entered a strange place without any defense territory, maybe they're going to ambush themselves? Lance thought uncertainly about the spears that were embroidered about to break.
"What's wrong with Your Highness Jesse Ava?" Lance looked around with his sword in hand, and the village chief raised his hands and knelt on the ground in fright.
"Oh! Your Excellency Lance, you should come and take a look! What are these poor people doing?" Jesse Ava's angry voice came from the square in front.
Lance came to Jesse Ava with a few strides, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw a ragged girl tied to a wooden pier by five flowers. Thin calves spiraled down and dripped into the dirt...and there were piles of firewood next to them.
"What are you doing?" Lance can feel the magic fluctuations on the girl without taking the initiative to probe. These self-awakened wild road magicians can't control their magic power at all, so the magic around them Elements are strong.
"Master noble! She is a disaster! It is ominous! She also attracted monsters to attack the village yesterday!" The village chief pointed at the girl who was kneeling on the ground.
"Fart!" Jesse Ava couldn't help it. Although his rank was not high, he was also a member of the caster. He was instantly angered by this pedantic, pathetic and superstitious old man! The dark red wooden pier and the firewood clearly indicated that the girl was about to be decapitated as a witch and then burned to ashes...
"Damn it! I can't believe that there is still such a backward place, and I still believe in the story of witches bringing bad luck!" Jesse Ava cut the rope with a knife to free the girl and gritted her teeth.
The axe-carrying executioner was clearly dissatisfied with Jesse Ava's behavior, but soon the flat lances taught him how to communicate properly: drop the weapon, and kneel!
"Let's take this girl!" Jesse Ava gave the village chief a blank look and instructed everyone to carry the bruised girl to their temporary residence.
"Human nature is so ugly!" Jesse Ava looked at the girl sleeping in the tent and was filled with righteous indignation. He really couldn't understand why someone still regarded the natural awakening of the caster as the witch in the cholera world in the knight novel...
"Thank you..." Nix gently picked up the Jihai Scepter and held it in front of his chest with tears in his eyes.
"It's alright, why are you crying? Who provokes my Grand Duke again?" Roland smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears.
…
"Gold coins are up! This is over!" Jesse Ava said in pain, covering her head.
"This is troublesome, we have a big problem with our rations!" Lance's face was extremely ugly.
When the boat entered the Loningerron area just now, the unknown water monsters set off a huge wave in the river. With the defense of the accompanying Lordaeron rangers, they blocked the fate of being overturned by the huge wave. , but there are still splashes of water splashing into the cabin. The shipbuilding skills of the Beorns are not very good. The boats they built can only adapt to the inland rivers with gentle currents. The result is that the flour they carry is all wet. see through...
"We need to dock and rescue the food!" Lance's eyes showed a bit of helplessness. He was really afraid of natural disasters instead of man-made disasters!
"Go to the West Bank to stop!" Lance said while holding his forehead.
Going further on the east bank is Dogordo. Although the half-orcs there have been hit hard by the coalition forces, there are still many endgames, which are not something that Lance's small force can deal with.
"Bake these water-soaked flour first, and then let's find out if there are any villages to supplement!" Lance supported the long sword at his waist.
"Yes, my lord!"
"Lance Your Excellency, we're going ashore? Oh my God!" Jesse Ava said in horror. The goblin was already full of fear on the surface, and now he was about to set foot on the land next to the Misty Mountains, and he had already started fighting on both legs.
"Isn't it? The goblins in my impression are quite courageous!" Lance looked at Jesse Ava and said.
"Indeed, you are really brave when you steal!" Lance muttered in his heart.
"Well, we goblin warriors are also very brave and tenacious!" Jesse Ava stood up and patted his breast, which was no more than a tael of pork.
"Goblin Warriors..." Lance couldn't imagine that picture anymore. Think of a group of green-skinned cuties about 1.34 meters tall and wearing thin steel armor... Who would hurt them? It is better to believe that the goblin warriors will counterattack than to believe that the skeleton soldiers will rise up! At least the necromancer has undead attack spells.
"Okay, I believe in you, but we need to rescue our precious food now!" Lance calculated the distance, they still had ten days and a half of food reserves, and the hundred or so people consumed horse chews. It is also very terrifying. At least half of the flour has just melted into the water. Lance can't lead everyone to live a safari life, right? And the real grasslands and plains below don't have so many prey to feed so many people.
"Looks like we need to find a town or a village for supplies, or we won't be able to get to Rohan." Jesse Ava sighed after looking at the flour buns that were dragged out to rescue and the mess in the cabin. Originally intended to supply supplies in Rohan, now it is estimated that they will not be able to reach Rohan.
"Make these into bread first!" Lance felt a pain in his head.
…
Half a day later, the Lance army, who had set up their ships, embarked on the road to find the village facing the setting sun. A few pieces of bread were hung on each horse. If there were no supplies and prey, this would be their future. rations of the day.
"Damn it, I found out that there is actually a waterfall here?" Lance studied the map and suddenly discovered a problem that he hadn't noticed before. There is actually a waterfall in the lower Anduin River? This meant that they couldn't make it all the way down to the capital of Gondor.
"Does that mean we need to abandon those ships and walk south to Gondor?" Jesse Ava twitched.
"I'm afraid it is!" Lance's head is also a little big. After all, there is still a long way to go. Although he will not pass through the territory of the orcs along the way, if he travels by land, the fastest journey will take about a month or so. To touch the borders of Gondor...
…
"Good news, sir! There is a village ahead!" After walking along the river for dozens of miles, the rangers in Lordaeron who were investigating the radiation ahead finally brought the best news of the day.
"Let's go visit!" Lance tidied up his clothes to look a little more refreshed.
"I hope they have a pub, I can't wait to have a beer to treat myself!" Jesse Ava wiped the sweat on her forehead. Although she was riding a horse, the bumps along the way still made the fine-skinned and tender Jesse Ava feel. tired.
"If there is, I'll invite everyone to have a cup!" The gold coins in the purse around Lance's waist squeaked, highlighting Lance's strong capital. It should be said that he is a nobleman.
…
"Dangdangdang!" Some old bronze bells were ringed by the militiamen standing on the earth wall. A dozen militiamen with crooked melons and cracked dates held twisted spears with rust in their hands, and panic was written in their eyes. Dismayed, a torrent of steel rushed towards them at the end of their vision.
…
"Outside...outside...countrymen...stop...step!" Finally, a militiaman stammered and spoke to Lance and his group standing at the entrance of the village.
From what he looked like now, Lance was much more imposing than when Roland first entered the village. One hundred heavy cavalry and fifty Lordaeron rangers gave him the confidence to despise these militiamen.
"We are a regular army from the Lagrang Kingdom in the north. We hope to get supplies and a place to rest in your village. Of course we will pay! Let your lord come out to see me!" Lance took out a small bag of gold coins. After shaking, the ten gold coins inside made a crisp and pleasant sound.
Where have these militiamen who grew up in the wasteland ever seen such a battle? Lance's innate aristocratic temperament has suppressed them. Although Lance is just sitting quietly on the horse, his deterrent Not weak at all.
"The village chief! The village chief! A nobleman has come to our village!" A militiaman crawled into a square full of people and stopped the village chief who was about to give an order.
"What? Noble lord?" The head of the village here was buzzing. He felt a little cold in his hands and feet. Could it be that the Rohan Kingdom sent nobles to collect taxes? You must know that the large and small human villages north of Rohan are almost in a state of self-reliance. They do not swear allegiance to anyone, and their lords are the village chiefs or clan elders, such as prestigious or powerful people.
"Where did your Excellency come from?" After finally rushing to the wall to see that the village chief of Lance's lineup has completely lost his temper, he does not consider those thin soldiers (Ranger of Lordaeron: I didn't expect that in the eyes of these people, I am not as good as Heavy cavalry is deadly?), just to say that this piece of guys in tin cans can push the village evenly when they charge...
"Let them come in..." The village chief said lonely, they couldn't even struggle before their absolute strength...
"Excuse me, we just want to find a place where we can rest and take a good rest. By the way, we can supplement our supplies. You know those goblins often like to wake people up in the middle of the night!" Lance shrugged at the village chief.
"It's okay, it's okay! Let everyone come in, but we don't have so many empty rooms, so we can only apologise for you to camp and rest in the square in the village." The village chief said quickly.
"It's fine, as long as there is a place!" Lance nodded with satisfaction, it was really lucky to be able to find the village smoothly, and the people in this village seemed to get along very well. (Can a hundred heavy cavalry get along well on the side?)
"God! What are you doing?" Jesse Ava suddenly exclaimed.
His scream instantly aroused Lance's alertness. Lance immediately pulled out his long sword and put it on his arm shield and looked at the village chief nervously. He was already nervous. Maybe he was careless and entered a strange place without any defense territory, maybe they're going to ambush themselves? Lance thought uncertainly about the spears that were embroidered about to break.
"What's wrong with Your Highness Jesse Ava?" Lance looked around with his sword in hand, and the village chief raised his hands and knelt on the ground in fright.
"Oh! Your Excellency Lance, you should come and take a look! What are these poor people doing?" Jesse Ava's angry voice came from the square in front.
Lance came to Jesse Ava with a few strides, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw a ragged girl tied to a wooden pier by five flowers. Thin calves spiraled down and dripped into the dirt...and there were piles of firewood next to them.
"What are you doing?" Lance can feel the magic fluctuations on the girl without taking the initiative to probe. These self-awakened wild road magicians can't control their magic power at all, so the magic around them Elements are strong.
"Master noble! She is a disaster! It is ominous! She also attracted monsters to attack the village yesterday!" The village chief pointed at the girl who was kneeling on the ground.
"Fart!" Jesse Ava couldn't help it. Although his rank was not high, he was also a member of the caster. He was instantly angered by this pedantic, pathetic and superstitious old man! The dark red wooden pier and the firewood clearly indicated that the girl was about to be decapitated as a witch and then burned to ashes...
"Damn it! I can't believe that there is still such a backward place, and I still believe in the story of witches bringing bad luck!" Jesse Ava cut the rope with a knife to free the girl and gritted her teeth.
The axe-carrying executioner was clearly dissatisfied with Jesse Ava's behavior, but soon the flat lances taught him how to communicate properly: drop the weapon, and kneel!
"Let's take this girl!" Jesse Ava gave the village chief a blank look and instructed everyone to carry the bruised girl to their temporary residence.
"Human nature is so ugly!" Jesse Ava looked at the girl sleeping in the tent and was filled with righteous indignation. He really couldn't understand why someone still regarded the natural awakening of the caster as the witch in the cholera world in the knight novel...
