Chapter 803 The Lord Is in Action!

Chapter 812 The Lord is taking action!

"Quick, quick, quick! Bring the good wine and meat to Little Apophis!" Old Leo said unceremoniously, staring at the fragrant bread in front of him and started to move.

"Hmm! Mad! After running for several years, every day is either dried meat or roasted field mice! Occasionally catching a fish in the pond in the meadow is like celebrating the Dragon God's Festival!" Old Leo said with emotion, every day he and his grandsons Where can he, who is fighting for wits and courage, have time to eat something good? Coupled with the orc tribes in the wasteland that are poorer than the Ghost City, it can be said that Old Leo cannot capture any useful food. Being able to pick out some to satisfy his hunger is already the greatest result that Old Leo can achieve. .

"You're hurt now, why don't you stop drinking?" Apophis Breo said hesitantly.

"Fart! How could the old man survive without saving him! It's all because of those drunken old men that he can walk all the way back from the north!" Old Leo said without hesitation. Although the orcs didn't have much food to put in their mouths, surprisingly there was. There are a lot of drinks to drink. Although the low-quality potato wine is spicy and pungent, it can really warm the body in the cold northern wasteland.

"Good fellow...it's a miracle I didn't drink you to death!" Apophis Breo's eyes twitched. If you're not dead, I'm afraid the ancestors of the underground Junlin family would have their heads smashed by the Dragon God! How dare you drink low-quality wine all the way in the snow and ice after being cursed with death, well, well, well! I won’t watch La Grand’s Reckless Man without you!

"I am blessed with great fortune! By the way, who is the king of the royal family now?" Old Leo spat and then asked.

"The royal family? The royal family died long ago!" Dora shook her head and sneered.

"Yes, Your Majesty Leo, there is no longer a royal family!" Olaf also nodded.

"..." Old Leo was stunned as if he was struck by lightning. He looked at the three people quietly, trying to find out from their expressions whether they were playing tricks on him.

"There is no royal family anymore..." Apophis Breo nodded and said softly.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Old Leo, who was responsible for his own mission, was stunned for a moment.

"The current king is King Roland of the Romanian royal family. He is stationed in Lagrand City with his troops. He just regained the old capital not long ago!" Apophis Breo told Old Leo.

"Good, good! Good recovery!" Old Leo nodded repeatedly in praise.

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"Your Excellency Lord Ismir, I bring greetings from His Highness Nyx!" Lance came slowly holding high the redbud dragon flag that symbolized the queen.

"Hello, Baron Lance! I wish you well!" Ismir hurriedly emerged from the simple Windhelm City to greet Lance and his party. Ismir keenly discovered that the soldiers who came this time seemed to be Queen Nyx's Private soldiers, a powerful army headed by the Cross Bauhinia Knights, directly crowded the outside of the already small Windhelm City.

"Stand where you are!" Lance turned his head and ordered. It was obvious that the small Windhelm City could not contain these troops.

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"Tsk! Are you crazy! Did you build this shitty place like a fortress?" Lance immediately screamed in surprise after entering Ismir's castle. No wonder the town of Windhelm has become Windhelm in the past few years. The city has not expanded much, more of it has changed from a town to a city in name. Now Lance finally knows what Ismir has done in the past few years!

This guy actually built a three-story castle with an all-brick and stone structure, and frantically abandoned comfort and versatility to serve all aspects of protection! The magic stone bricks mixed inside told Lance that this thing might also have a shield function...

"Oh... it's so difficult! I don't want to die! What else can I do except frantically building a small castle?" Ismir shrugged. He was not like other nobles who had more or less background. He was so poor that he was the pioneer. It's hard for the Lord to hold on to his land! They have been able to dominate for several years simply by taking advantage of the kingdom's military power, but Ismir believes that the Ringwraiths are not idiots. As long as they calm down and investigate, they will find that there are no high-level human beings stationed in this gathering place. Maybe the Ringwraiths would be afraid of the professionals from the kingdom, but they could easily pull out a mere nail in the outpost!

"To thank you for your efforts in the battle, Queen Nyx will reward you with 10,000 gold coins and one hundred new sets of enchanted hoplite plate armor on behalf of the royal family!" Lance finally got to the point. Ten thousand gold coins are nothing. What is really valuable is these one hundred sets of enchanted infantry armor! This thing is a good thing that even money can’t buy!

"The three primary enchantments of self-healing, lightness, and strength are not rare enough but definitely practical! After seeing your current situation, I can safely give them to you!" Lance smiled.

"Huh? So you originally meant not to give it to me?" Ismir was stunned and a little at a loss.

"It's okay to tell the truth. I came with the order of Queen Nyx. The ten thousand gold coins are a reward for your sacrifice. As for whether I should give you these enchanted equipment, it depends on your development prospects. After all, the kingdom does not You will invest in a pioneering nation that may be wiped out at any time!" Lance said it very straightforwardly, but Ismir believed that as a pioneering nation, you naturally need people to let others see the meaning and value of your existence. You don't have the ability. The nobles are destined to be eliminated, and the kingdom's approach is understandable.

"So that's it!" Ismir also felt relieved. After all, if the queen really gave him 100 sets of armor for no reason, Ismir would not feel at ease holding them. Who knows if the queen is going to send him on a "glorious" mission. Now Lance's words dispelled Ismir's concerns. As long as he was not asked to be cannon fodder, it would be fine.

"Okay, I'll leave if it's okay. Pay attention to safety and be careful. If there is something wrong, light the beacon and call for help immediately! General Renault is not a person who will not help when he sees someone dying!" Lance whispered a few words.

"By the way, I see that you don't have enough manpower here. After the snow melts a little, you can go to the Rapid City to recruit some people. There are many refugees outside the city who have begun to migrate. They will go east along the Rapid Avenue!" Lance whispered in a low voice. After all, this can be done but it cannot be known to a third person. Those are Roland's people. It is equivalent to Lance teaching Ismir to dig into Roland's corner... That is a question of nature and loyalty! Nobles can do it privately, but they must not put it on the table!

"Thanks for the advice!" Ismir nodded gratefully. Lance's inside information gave him great convenience. At least he knew where to work hard.

Soon Ismir had a plan in mind. After all, with the queen's funding, Windhelm could expand its army again. Although his knights were annihilated, his infantry was still intact! Find a way to bring back some free people and recruit some freelancers from the kingdom, so that he can gather a large army to fight Dol Guldur!

Ismir, who was beaten by the Ringwraiths, certainly couldn't admit defeat. Now his mind was full of how many teams he could pull out to stand up and kick against the orcs in Dol Guldur! Fear? There is no such thing in Raglan's dictionary!

Thanks to the bosses for the reward, and thanks to the book friends for their support!