"His Highness has an order! Except for the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled and pregnant women, everyone else should leave the city and gather in the north!" City defense officer Marcus shouted with his hands on his hips. His voice, enhanced by special combat skills, instantly echoed in the already small Jiliu City!
"Damn! The roar of a lion?" Roland was shaken slightly by the visible sound wave, then a look of horror appeared on his face. Is this so unscientific? If someone stood in front of him, wouldn't they be roared to death? But Roland thought again, this Middle-earth world is not a scientific world. Firearms are awesome, right? Awesome! But Middle-earth fire mages can sense and control the free fire elements in nature from ten thousand meters away. Just one particle of fire element... and they will explode from ten thousand meters away. This is just the basic operation of a magic apprentice. Although their effective attack radius is only a few hundred meters, their powerful mental power is enough to control the elements ten thousand meters away. Just a trace... This is why Roland didn't want to climb the modern technology tree after crossing over. Unless you start with mushroom bombs, but you also have to consider that the professionals in Middle-earth have countless ways to counter the mushroom bomb attacks. Tearing the space to throw mushroom bombs is not enough. Almost all sixth-level professionals of various professions can fight with mushroom bombs. To them, mushroom bombs are just slightly bright fireworks.
"Haha, this is just a combat skill - a special release of the battle cry! As long as you have a deep enough understanding of this skill, you can do it by slightly changing the strength and order of the release of the battle energy." Kaslo chuckled.
As Marcus finished speaking, the originally quiet City of Rapids suddenly exploded with a bang. Countless residents came out of their houses, and young men and women instantly filled the empty streets of the City of Rapids.
"Someone come! Maintain order!" Roland's pupils shrank. The huge crowd in front of him reminded him of the horror of a stampede. If any accident happened, it would be too late to regret!
"Yes, sir!" Caslo's face changed. Even a knight would be at a loss in the face of the surging crowd. Unless his strength had reached a qualitative change, he would still be trampled to death by ordinary people.
“Line up!”
"Don't mess around!"
"Anyone who pushes others will be killed!" Kaslo looked at Wu Yayeye and said harshly.
"Stop!" Several knights raised their sheathed swords and smashed them down on the heads. As the saying goes, "sweeping a large area with a stick" is exactly this principle. The sheathed swords are much easier to control in the hands of knights than sticks. As they tightened and loosened the strength in their hands, the crowded crowds were soon knocked to the ground.
"Silence!" Caslo drew out his sword and with a "clang" sound, the crowd suddenly quieted down.
"Leave the city in an orderly manner now! You are the people of Raglan! Not orcs who eat raw meat and drink blood!" Kaslo said angrily.
Sure enough, under the control of the knights and other soldiers, teams of Lagrande people lined up in an orderly manner to leave the city. Although the queues were not neat, they were much better than the messy appearance of herding ducks just now.
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"Are you ready?" Roland asked Lance solemnly. It would be a huge joke if they didn't have enough farm tools...
"No problem! King Roland! Leave it to us! You are the dwarfs' best friend, and the dwarves will not let their friends down!" Before Lance could speak, a short figure flashed out from behind him and took over the conversation.
"Kili?" Roland exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't expected the dwarf leader escorting these farm tools to be Thorin's nephew, Kili! It seemed Oakenshield valued him quite a bit.
"Hi! King Roland, I'm really happy to see you well! My uncle talks about you all day long, and it seems that you are doing well!" Qili came to Roland and showed a friendly and sincere smile.
"It's okay. We are short of food, so we need to reclaim a lot of wasteland!" Roland sighed.
"There is not enough time!" Qili frowned and calculated the time. He found that there was not enough time. After all, there was a lot of land that needed to be reclaimed in Jiliu City, which had to support thousands of people but no savings.
"But I still have to thank you again! Thank you so much for your help! Otherwise, I would have been very sad this year!" Roland sighed. He had finally realized that this system's probability of giving out soldiers was okay, but the probability of giving out food was... abysmal. Counting on the system to support soldiers was impossible. This system, who knew how many times it had been used, was clearly a master who only cared about killing and not burying! It threw soldiers at you, but didn't care how you supported it! Roland had signed so many contracts, but he had never received a large amount of food...
"By the way! How is the plow being prepared?" Roland was obviously very concerned about whether the legendary curved plow was really that magical.
"Get ready!" The soldiers below pointed to the racks on the cart. It was obvious that those were curved plows.
"Oh right! Where are my cattle? Where are my cattle?" King Roland was immediately confused after not seeing the 50 oxen after a quick look. If he didn't have those cattle, Roland would have no choice but to use war horses instead...
"Yun Feng! Get out here! Where is the cow I asked you to look after?" Roland, who had looked around but couldn't find any oxen, was so angry that he started cursing loudly, as if he was going to dig up Yun Feng's ancestral grave.
"Your Highness...what's wrong?" Yun Feng appeared with sleepy eyes. It seemed that this guy stayed up late last night to do experiments and study alchemy.
"I'm such a bull! I'm such a bull!" Roland was so angry that he jumped three feet high, pounced on Yun Feng at lightning speed, grabbed Yun Feng's collar and shook him madly.
"Where's the cow? Where's my cow? Where's the cow you took care of for me? Am I going to use you to plow the land without the cow? Give me your plowing ox!" At this moment, King Roland was like a shrew, grabbing Yun Feng and "firing" crazily.
"Your Highness, please calm down..." Yun Feng, who had been manipulated by Roland, finally came to his senses and quickly opened his mouth to explain.
"Where are the cows? Where are the cows tied to the city gate last night? Where are such a large group of cows? Where are my oxen for farming?" Roland grabbed Yun Feng's collar and began to spin him madly. Yun Feng was about to speak when Roland's combo of moves forcibly controlled him...
"Swish!" Yun Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore and escaped from Roland's clutches in a flash, appearing dozens of meters away.
"Ugh!" Yun Feng started to dry heave. Roland's shaking was like an earthquake caused by a forbidden earth spell. He was right at the epicenter. Only those who shook would know how painful it was...
"Fuck! You dare to run!" Roland was immediately furious. He had lost his cow, and yet he dared to cast a spell and run away? Suddenly, Roland's fighting spirit surged and he almost used his skill to charge!
"Stop! Your Highness!" Seeing Roland's divine fighting spirit gushing out, Yun Feng's face turned green. Putting aside the fact that wise men aren't good at frontal combat, the key point is that even if they were good at it, they wouldn't dare to attack...
"It's not lost! Your cow is still there!" Yun Feng saw that Roland was getting restless again and hurried to explain. If he didn't give Roland a reasonable explanation today, someone would probably let a sixth-level wise man pull the plow to plow the land himself.
"Where?" Roland asked with a dark face.
"I asked the light infantry to drive the cattle over this morning, and asked them to clear out the wild beasts around. I didn't inform you because you were busy." Yun Feng spoke quickly. If he didn't explain clearly, he would probably go and pull the plow.
"Uh..." It was Roland's turn to blush. What about being busy this morning... ahem, he was indeed quite busy. In his dream, he was playing real-life mahjong with a girl from some island nation...
"I'm sorry, Lord Yun Feng. I was a little anxious just now. I hope I didn't hurt you." Thinking of this, Roland looked embarrassed and hurriedly came over to brush off the dust from Yun Feng with his hands.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Roland said hurriedly. After all, he was also responsible for this matter because he had acted without investigating it thoroughly beforehand. Fortunately, he didn't hurt any of his precious children.
"It's okay, it's okay! Your Highness, you're too kind!" Yun Feng quickly dodged. After that wave, he realized that his king was a real tiger! He had no problem fighting against opponents of higher levels. He was stunned for a moment.
"Ahem, ahem, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's get back to work. We still have to distribute farm tools to the people!" Roland quickly and abruptly changed the subject.