Chapter 361: Eastern Expedition! Eastern Expedition!

"Kaslo!" Roland waved to Kaslo.

"Your Highness!" Kaslo came over quickly.

"Come! You're like this..." After pulling Kasluo away, Roland ordered in a low voice.

"Got it?" Roland raised his head and asked.

"Isn't this... not good?" Kaslo said although he was a little moved, but still worried.

"It's okay! I promised her to give her the best viewing position! Go and get ready! All kinds of causes and effects come to me!" Roland said in a bad tone.

"Yes..." Kaslo hesitantly agreed to Roland's order.

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"What should we do now?" Verve chewed dried meat and looked at Roland, who was studying the map captured from the chariot people.

"What kind of rubbish map is this? They almost came to my house with this thing?" Roland casually threw the ghost-like map to Verway.

"Have the statistics been calculated?" Roland raised his head and looked at Baron Bader next to him.

"Yes! Your Highness is out! We annihilated 368 enemies and captured 63 Rune light tanks!" Bader came to Roland's side with his long limbs.

"These bastards just deserved to die if they bumped into us!" Roland smiled and shook his head.

He was also helpless. These stupid chariot people miraculously passed by Kasluo and the others, but they ran into the knights and centaurs led by Roland... As a result, Roland brought the knights blessed by glory. The centaurs blessed with the same fate collided directly with these people, because they were two members on each chariot. Even though the number of both sides was about the same, Roland's team size was actually twice that of the opposite party. After a round of charging... there were only three people left alive.

"Yes! I didn't expect it to go so smoothly..." Badr sighed. Because all of them are professionals, under the halo of various combat skills, the forwards of this team of chariot people did not even charge. Blocking it, at least Balder saw a big knight slashing hard, cutting off at least ten heads. As for who the big knight was, Baldr didn't say...

"Ferwei! Come and see how we should go! Get an idea!" Roland said angrily.

"What is your purpose?" Verway suddenly became serious and stared at Roland.

"Purpose? Does breaking these people's legs count?" Roland grinned ferociously.

"..." Verve's eyes twitched, and he suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to come out with this thing. Of course, if Roland knew that he thought so, he would still pull him over. After all, having a sixth-level person could at least keep him safe. Roland still cherished his life.

"Behind them is a captain of ten thousand men with four thousand men. Although I don't know whether the news is accurate or not, we all have to fight, right?" Roland said casually.

"Aren't you afraid of fraud?" Fan Wei frowned.

"Do you want to listen to what you are talking about... Not everyone in the nearly three hundred knights can come and try their luck! At least these people are not worthy!" Roland's eyes flashed coldly. If someone really dares to fight with If the knights he led were hedging, he wouldn't mind using his troops to defeat ten thousand armies.

"As long as you have an idea." Verve shook his head. He didn't want to collect Roland's body.

"Otherwise you can mess with me! I will make you a duke in the name of the King of Lagrand Kingdom and give you the corresponding fiefdom!" Roland looked at Vervey and said seriously. He really wanted to win over Vervey. Getting on his own chariot, even if not for the sake of those elven soldiers, the price is enough for Verway alone.

The price given by Roland is indeed not low. The mainstream aristocratic rules in the world are very strict. The feudal aristocracy is divided into the real power aristocracy and the real feudal aristocracy. The real power aristocracy means that everything in your fief is under your own control. As long as your The prince has no objection. Even if you have 100,000 young people and 100,000 troops, no one will care about you. You are the most powerful class among all nobles. Among them, there are two types: military nobles and commercial nobles. One is based on strong military power. To gain a foothold, one is to enjoy the world with the specialties of the fiefdom.

The real nobles give you a fief, but some of the rights of the fief are directly controlled by the king or the prince. Compared with the real nobles, they are controlled by others.

The unspoken rule derived from this is that most barons and earls are real nobles. This type of nobles is mostly found on the border and belongs to the sword-carrying nobles among the nobles. Viscounts are real nobles. They usually guard various vital points or for the lord. It is a place where wealth gathers, and most of these nobles are people who are deeply trusted by the lord.

As for dukes, they are generally sword-carrying nobles on a certain border. They have the function of opening up territories. Some of them will even rely on the empire to establish their own duchy. For example, this is the case with the Grand Duchy of Nyx. Although it is an independent country But it will still be controlled by the monarchy. There is also the court duke. Although they have the title of duke, they cannot go to the fiefdom to be fiefdomed. They can only get the industrial tax revenue from the fiefdom in their name. At the same time, they are supported by their own fiefdom.

Marquis is the most special noble title. This title is generally not awarded easily. Once it is awarded, at least it is to a powerful noble. The most important thing is that the title is usually either a king or an emperor. After all, there is something called an elector... …How awesome is the Elector? The average principality can't handle more than one elector.

This is only the situation of the feudal nobles. The situation of the court nobles, honorary nobles who are not hereditary nobles, and the down-and-out nobles is more complicated...

It can be seen that the price proposed by Roland is very generous, but it is not a loss. Once a kingdom of prairie elves appears in the wasteland, it will have a huge impact. The powerful centripetal force of the prairie elves will definitely make all the prairie elves flow into Lager. Under the rule of Lang Kingdom, it was not a dream for Roland to prostitute at least a thousand elf rangers for free.

"Forget it... I don't have any plans now. I just want to keep my people safe!" Fan Erwei didn't seem very interested. His eyes were full of helplessness. For him, those things were too far away.

"Didn't I promise you that I would crown you the king?" Roland changed his concept here. What he originally said was to witness Vervay's coronation as the king.

"Forget it, have you ever seen an elf king with only a few hundred people under his command?" Verve grinned awkwardly.

"It's okay. I'll bring all the prairie elves back to you when the time comes!" Roland promised, patting his chest.

"..." Fan Wei's eyes twitched, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Okay, I'll tell them to get ready, let's march eastward!" Roland's eyes flashed coldly.

Why do you barbarians dare to march westward before my majestic King Lagrand takes action? If that's the case, let's give it a try.

"It's time to avenge the Crusaders!" Roland found a reason, after all, he was a noble! In a noble profession where there is still a memorial arch, it is always important to have a master who is famous.

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