"Distribute them in order! Advance in an orderly manner!" Roland said to Lance.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Lance nodded and said seriously.
"Yun Feng! Go and transport these plows to the oxen and have the people accompanying them harness them!" Roland turned his head and said to the wise man Yun Feng who was far away beside him.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Yun Feng ran off in a flash after hearing the order. Judging from his shimmering movements, he had clearly used Flash to escape. His eagerness made it seem as if Roland was as terrifying as a flood or a beast...
"Fuck! He runs so fast!" Roland widened his eyes, and his understanding of someone reached a new level.
"Good morning, Your Highness!" A team of soldiers in exquisite mail armor lined up in front of Roland. Roland took a closer look and recognized that they were the team of Lordaeron rangers with an absurdly low presence.
"No need for formalities!" Roland nodded while riding on his warhorse, and carefully looked at this team of familiar yet unfamiliar Lordaeron rangers.
The average Lordaeron ranger stood over 175cm tall, their brown hair crowned by a fine steel disc helmet. They wore a linen robe embroidered with the totem of the lion of Lordaeron. The iron chains peeking from the sleeves revealed their close-fitting mail armor with fine iron rings. They wore gleaming deerskin boots. A fine steel greatsword, over 1.5 meters long, was slung across their backs. In their hands, they held a composite shortbow made of mithril and yew wood. A zither-shaped fine steel arm shield, about the length of their forearm, hung from their right arms. Two quivers, each holding 25 arrows, were slung around their waists. The glint of light from their boots suggested they carried a dagger or short sword hidden within. Overall, they were well-armed.
Roland nodded inwardly. The Lordaeron Rangers' equipment was undoubtedly excellent, but it paled in comparison to the Badaniyan Archers. After all, the superiority of a lightly armored archer unit over a heavily armored one was obvious. However, the Lordaeron Rangers were not entirely without merit. After all, their shortbows were perfectly capable of navigating jungles and urban areas. In complex terrain, the Lordaeron Rangers would wield their greatswords to warn any enemy facing them that this was a fatal mistake.
"Protect the civilians! Don't let any monsters or orcs you see get close to the people!" Roland's voice was slow and majestic.
"Yes, my king!" The rangers of Lordaeron knelt on one knee to show their respect.
"Go!" Roland waved his whip.
"Hoo~Hoo! Your Highness Roland!" A crisp voice came.
Roland looked up and saw a beautiful pastor and several other priests jogging after him.
"Ivy? Why are you here?" Roland asked in confusion. It seemed that he hadn't asked the priest to work with him. These delicate spellcasters were lucky enough to be able to take care of themselves. If they were asked to plow the fields, they would be ruined first.
"Your Highness, there are many people traveling this time, so it would be better for us to go with them. We can help if anything happens." Ivy smiled.
"Hmm..." Roland choked, and suddenly felt that what she said made a lot of sense. After all, with more people, there would be more variables, and if there was an emergency, it would be easier to deal with it on the spot.
"Okay, follow the team and don't get lost!" Roland nodded, indicating that he allowed Ivy and the others to go along.
"Caslo!" Roland looked up and shouted.
"Sir! I'm here!" Caslo, who was directing the flow of people in the distance, heard Roland's call and left the crowd and went against the flow to Roland's side.
"Sir, is there something wrong?" Caslo wiped the sweat that had gathered on his cheeks due to his busy schedule.
"Arrange some soldiers to accompany Pastor Ivy and the others! Be careful to protect the spellcasters!" Roland whispered. Although the possibility of an accident was very low, it was still necessary to take precautions. If an emergency occurred, these spellcasters with poor melee combat skills could be knocked down by a farmer with a dung fork.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Kaslo certainly understood the weak melee abilities of these poor spellcasters, especially priests who believed in the Dragon God. Their combat power was simply...
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"Is there anything going on?" Roland came to the designated reclamation area and found Renault, who had led the knights there first, and asked.
"Your Highness, everything is fine!" Renault nodded to Roland.
"Well! Scatter all the horsemen! Make sure there is no danger within a radius of 10 kilometers!" Roland looked at the long line of civilian "army" behind him and said to Renault. Compared to the priests, these civilians could be easily killed by most wild beasts.
"Hey! Stop it! Smurf!" Roland reached into the plate armor in his arms and pulled out the restless elven dragon. The little guy's four dragon claws dug around in Roland's arms, squeezing Roland's chest and making him short of breath.
"Let me go! I will turn you into stone! Roast you into a suckling pig! Freeze you into an ice sculpture! Electrocute you into charcoal..." A suppressed elven dragon kept muttering in Roland's hands.
Roland's face was filled with disdain, and he mentally cursed the unreliability of this broken system. Other people's systems were so considerate, while his own was a complete rip-off! Not to mention the chaotic rewards, but the fact that the rewards had a chance to backfire on the host was disgusting! Just look at this angry little dragon in his hand, one that could rival Angry Birds...
"Outrageous!" Roland sighed and had to find a rope to tie around the Smurf's neck. As soon as Roland loosened his grip, the Smurf, freed from its restraints, immediately flapped its two mini dragon wings and soared into the sky. Unfortunately, after only ten seconds of elegance, the poor Smurf was pulled back by the rope tied around his neck.
"Roar!" A dragon roar that was disproportionate to the Smurf's body suddenly erupted from the Smurf's mouth. The originally quiet Charr warhorses stood up one after another. The terrifying dragon's might instantly frightened them.
"Damn it! Smurf! Put away your dragon power! Otherwise I will kill you!" The warhorse under Roland's crotch was not spared, and the upright warhorse almost lifted Roland off its back.
"Roar..." The blue elf who was originally full of vigor suddenly became listless. She knew that this bastard holding her hand 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 section of the rope, then opened her dragon mouth and bit down...
"Crack!" After a crisp sound, countless sparks came from the Smurf's mouth accompanied by a harsh friction sound.
"Hmm?" A certain elven dragon froze in shock... What was going on? It couldn't bite? It was just an ordinary rope.
"Hehe..." Roland looked at the poor Smurf with a mischievous smile and turned his head away silently. Only the twitching of his shoulders revealed Roland's true feelings at the moment.
"Silly dragon! Did you think I didn't know you could fly? How could the rope be just an ordinary piece of string?" Roland shook his head. This dragon's intelligence was questionable! Although the rope looked like hemp rope, it was engraved with magic patterns and arrays. Only the system would have the time to create such a flashy magic item. (You're tricking me into giving you this as a sign-in prize, system! Are you polite?)
"Hmph!" While Roland was teasing the dragon, the first hoe from the City of Rapids had already sunk into the land of Middle-earth, and spring plowing had begun!